<?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-8550500668198065172</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:13:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulberry Summer</title><subtitle type='html'>The hottest places in hell are reserved for those, who in times of moral crisis remain neutral. 
-Dante</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8849445090529346255</id><published>2011-12-04T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:53:40.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny!</title><content type='html'>Okay, as an educator- 2nd grade teacher for years... I can soooo understand this and find it very funny!  Anybody who is still with me, I hope you enjoy it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'Middle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wife' by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've  been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but  the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade  classroom a few years back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When   I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions   with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually,   show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model   airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never,   ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it   in to school and talk about it, they're welcome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  one day this little girl, Emily, a very bright, very  outgoing  kid,takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a  pillow stuffed under her sweater. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'First,   Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a  seed  in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine  months  through an umbrella cord.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's   standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to   laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her   in amazement. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then,   about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Emily   puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house   for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical   duck walk and groaning.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My   Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a   sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in   bed like this.' (Then Emily lies down with her back against the wall.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And   then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he   got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like   psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her  little hands miming  water flowing away. It was too much!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;They   started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden,   out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said   it was from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside   there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in   there in the first place.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Emily stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm   sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's Show-and-tell   day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes   along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8849445090529346255?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8849445090529346255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8849445090529346255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8849445090529346255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8849445090529346255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-9209217173830453149</id><published>2011-09-11T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:17:41.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another month gone</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like another month gone.  August has faded into the memory as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; hot summer that ended way too early with back to school being a week earlier than usual.  I still don't understand the logic of going back so early, but I guess NCLB crap is to blame partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started subbing again and am hoping for a lot of work.  I need the work.  Getting out of the house and money are wonderful motivators.  I only wish that I could win the lottery.  Things wouldn't be perfect, but they would be so much simpler if I didn't have to worry about the financial aspect of life every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I suppose is a day of reflection for many.  9/11 altered life in these United States as no other tragedy has since Pearl Harbor in December of 1941.  Remembering where I was on that day has me teaching in an inner-city school in Dallas.  I had recently gotten a referral for my Pipsqueak whom I adopted from India.  I remember thinking if my adoption would be delayed because of 9/11.  (It was, but for other reasons).  I remember my fellow teachers and I talking about the ramifications of that day and the fact that we were all in a type of shock that anyone would do that.... Ten years later I don't know if things are better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to fly now.  It just isn't worth the cost to put myself through the abuse of the TSA.  I look at countries such as Israel and how their airports are some of the safest in the world.  I think we need to take lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak has been home since 2002 and I can't believe she's almost 11.  I guess life goes on; as it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-9209217173830453149?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/9209217173830453149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=9209217173830453149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/9209217173830453149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/9209217173830453149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-month-gone.html' title='another month gone'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4959062281841635480</id><published>2011-08-10T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:32:46.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to see this</title><content type='html'>http://fwix.com/memphis/share/77761d1ea4/anna_mae_he_is_back_in_memphis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Mae He has finally been allowed to visit the U.S. again.  I am so happy for her and her American family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4959062281841635480?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4959062281841635480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4959062281841635480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4959062281841635480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4959062281841635480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-to-see-this.html' title='Happy to see this'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8601281223468966546</id><published>2011-07-17T16:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:09:42.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem</title><content type='html'>S my name is summer.&lt;br /&gt;Summer at the lake&lt;br /&gt;Summer with heat index&lt;br /&gt;Summer with no a/c&lt;br /&gt;F...faint&lt;br /&gt;F...faint&lt;br /&gt;F....faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8601281223468966546?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8601281223468966546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8601281223468966546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8601281223468966546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8601281223468966546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/07/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4065157142176981991</id><published>2011-07-07T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:56:25.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody there?</title><content type='html'>Hey all or to the one person that I know still checks this blog on a regular basis, Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few months since the last post, okay 4 months, but what are you going to do when things seem to spin out of control with no hope of getting off the ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend once said "stop the world, I want to get off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway-- we are into the full summer break now and still no f/t teaching jobs coming my way.  I am now researching how to become a mediator for the union.  I know I'd enjoy it and think I'd be pretty good at it.  Always nice to have possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak is growing up so fast.  I can't believe she's 10 already.  She recently got her hair cut and it's such a cute bob, but boy am I going to be beating the boys away in a few years.  I told her she can't date until she's 30- but she's not buying that.  Ah, a mother can hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with my almost deaf mother is status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;.  Things are better, then worse, then better.  I think after we can get a lot of junk cleaned out that we no longer need, things will be better.  I wish I could restore some of her hearing though... it's hard living with an almost deaf individual with no way to talk.  She never learned sign growing up and now is reluctant to try and start.  I think the Pipsqueak and I should learn though.  You never know what life might throw at you and if we could "speak" ASL it might help encourage my mom to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also loving the new show "Switched at Birth"- a guilty pleasure I guess....as an adoptive mom, it makes you really think of a lot of stuff regarding your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- gonna head off now as I have a lot of stuff to do around here.  Heading to the lake next weekend, but not this one.  Thought we'd give my mom a break and let her have some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be better about updating the blog.  Maybe I can find my wonderful sarcastic wit once again in my writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4065157142176981991?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4065157142176981991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4065157142176981991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4065157142176981991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4065157142176981991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/07/anybody-there.html' title='Anybody there?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7758080815353612068</id><published>2011-03-10T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:05:05.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Read Banned Books</title><content type='html'>I've just been looking at the top banned books from the 1990s-2000.  The top 100 is quite the list and there are some books that I can't for the life of me even reason why they would be on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 100 list can be found &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/issuesadvocacy/banned/frequentlychallenged/challengedbydecade/1990_2000.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; Out of those- here are the ones I have read.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;6.  Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;7.  Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.  Forever by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;9.  Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson&lt;br /&gt;11.  Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman&lt;br /&gt;12.  My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier&lt;br /&gt;16.  Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine&lt;br /&gt;22.  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26.  The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard&lt;br /&gt;27.  The Witches by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;29.  Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry&lt;br /&gt;32.  Blubber by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;37.  The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;38.  Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George&lt;br /&gt;40.  What's Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents &amp;amp; Daughters by Lynda Madaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;41.  To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43.  The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton&lt;br /&gt;46.  Deenie by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;47.  Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes&lt;br /&gt;51.  A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;56.  James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;62.  Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;68.  The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney&lt;br /&gt;78.  Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;84.  The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;88.  Where's Waldo? by Martin Hanford&lt;br /&gt;89.  Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene&lt;br /&gt;90.  Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman&lt;br /&gt;96.  How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This book is my favourite book of all time.&lt;br /&gt;** I've read the entire series of the Murray family and love them all.&lt;br /&gt;***I've read all the books from JK Rowling about the Harry Potter universe and love them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all readers out there- if I have any left.... Go read a banned book and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7758080815353612068?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7758080815353612068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7758080815353612068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7758080815353612068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7758080815353612068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-read-banned-books.html' title='I Read Banned Books'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3795529633845322329</id><published>2011-03-10T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:25:18.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon that I can't cancel.  Due to this stupid meeting, I can't take a sub job that's open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need the money- but nothing ever seems to go my way.  Might as well scream now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope there are a ton of jobs open next week.  I'd love to work as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My the gods work with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3795529633845322329?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3795529633845322329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3795529633845322329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3795529633845322329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3795529633845322329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1014504725294743741</id><published>2011-03-09T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:47:01.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue update</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted here.  I guess it's because I seem to be in a holding pattern.  No job, no prospects, still circling the airport so to speak and nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still worried about money- how to pay insurance- how to get the kid new clothes, etc... I know it could be worse- but it's amazing how one's self-worth can be tied up with your job or lack of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll start posting regularly.. just venting or trying to see things from a different vantage point would help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1014504725294743741?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1014504725294743741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1014504725294743741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1014504725294743741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1014504725294743741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-overdue-update.html' title='Long overdue update'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4494340957445821837</id><published>2010-12-07T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:14:31.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great meatballs</title><content type='html'>These meatballs were great and so easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound Italian turkey sausages casings removed&lt;br /&gt;1 pound Italian chicken sausages (I used park farm brand) casings removed&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Jiffy mix (Bisquik would probably work too)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Italian blend cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and bake at 350 until done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed them and hopefully I can find the chicken sausage again before the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4494340957445821837?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4494340957445821837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4494340957445821837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4494340957445821837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4494340957445821837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-meatballs.html' title='Great meatballs'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7306715092422732655</id><published>2010-12-07T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:12:23.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope?</title><content type='html'>I had a job interview today.  It was for a charter school and basically was an interview to see if I'd "fit in" to their school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the first hurdle and will be called soon about going back and meeting the sub coordinator.  After that is done- I might be called to sub (yeah) or I might be called to fill in an available job (YEAH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7306715092422732655?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7306715092422732655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7306715092422732655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7306715092422732655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7306715092422732655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope.html' title='Hope?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7059927621056704151</id><published>2010-10-25T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:50:44.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror in Oklahoma -if you're an older man &amp; his dog</title><content type='html'>A man in Hydro, OK broke his dog out of the pound using a riding lawn mower and a pair of bolt cutters.  The 73 year old man decided to bust Buddy Tough out of the pound when the dog was picked up and a $100.00 fine was issued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that this man didn't have the $100.00 to pay the fine- was told his dog would be killed, and felt he had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really, really bothers me about this- is that while Fry was in jail- they killed his dog.  That's right- they killed a lap poodle.  Because his owner screwed up- they punished the dog.  Mr. Fry needed to post $100.00 of a $1000.00 bail and couldn't do it.  If he couldn't pay his own bond, how did they expect him to pay that much to get his dog out of jail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go and read the full article &lt;a href="http://www.newsok.com/hydro-man-lands-in-jail-over-poodle-rescue/article/3506888?custom_click=headlines_widget"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; I wish I could do more than write a letter to the pound in Hydro (town of about 1060 people) and the officer that told Fry he would kill his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they did was wrong.  Yes, Mr. Fry should have kept his dog on a leash- but to kill the dog for this is a bit too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7059927621056704151?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7059927621056704151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7059927621056704151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7059927621056704151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7059927621056704151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/horror-in-oklahoma-if-youre-older-man.html' title='Horror in Oklahoma -if you&apos;re an older man &amp; his dog'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1582146481642954653</id><published>2010-10-11T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:04:11.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>Okay- I just stumbled upon some pictures that a neighbour down the street posted of her family.  My Pipsqueak is in a few of the photos because she is good friends with their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want Pipsqueak's image on the internet.... any ideas of how to tell her tactfully to take down the images of my kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes me wonder if others have put photos of her up without telling me.  I would never post a picture of someone else's kid (at least the face) without asking first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1582146481642954653?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1582146481642954653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1582146481642954653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1582146481642954653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1582146481642954653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8336648782961646134</id><published>2010-09-19T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:03:35.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Yet again- no job.  I interviewed, did well.  Got the phone call today- keep trying you did well, we could use you,... yada yada... Then why didn't you hire me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.  Everything sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8336648782961646134?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8336648782961646134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8336648782961646134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8336648782961646134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8336648782961646134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6114534743635027936</id><published>2010-09-18T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:18:03.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it here</title><content type='html'>I hate my living situation more than I can tell you.  I want to move so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents drive me nuts.  My mother bitches &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;contantly&lt;/span&gt; about how nobody does a damn thing around here or helps out.  I'd like to ask her who the hell buys all the damn groceries and cooks in this place?  I don't even have a job and waste my unemployment (which is over) on groceries for people who don't appreciate any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to customer appreciation at a local meat market yesterday.  I bought something just for me- pizza summer sausage.  Even told my mother about it yesterday.  I never get anything- no new clothes for I don't know how many years, no movies, no eating out, nothing.  I do this one little thing for myself and she f*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; throws the summer sausage away today because she "didn't recognize" it in the meat drawer.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry!  I snapped, screaming, yelling, crying.  I know it wasn't done on purpose, but part of me feels like it was- maybe even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; to get us to leave.  Maybe the Pipsqueak and I do need to move away again- to where ever I can get a job.  F*ck family at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so tired.  Tired of no job.  Tired of no income.  Tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off I'm so missing my grandmother right now.  We were very close and I just wish she was around right now.  She's the only one who ever made me feel safe and like I could do anything.  I miss her more than anything and wish I could hug her one more time.  No matter what she could make "it" better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be alone on a deserted island right now.  Just me (and maybe the Pipsqueak) and nothing to deal with, no stress, nothing.  Just relaxing time.  That never happens anymore.  Hell, I haven't been alone in almost 5 years.  Try that on for size.  I'm never alone here.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- enough bitching.  I just needed to vent.  I think I'll go nurse this headache and be anti-social for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6114534743635027936?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6114534743635027936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6114534743635027936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6114534743635027936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6114534743635027936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-it-here.html' title='I hate it here'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1776493175576761460</id><published>2010-07-19T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:23:36.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf Rapper</title><content type='html'>I just found out about this guy from Detroit.  His name is Sean Forbes and he's a deaf rapper.  He just signed a contract with Emin*ms label. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His website is &lt;a href="http://www.deafandloud.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you can see his rap- "I'm Deaf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the first rapper after Queen Latifah that I've ever liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1776493175576761460?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1776493175576761460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1776493175576761460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1776493175576761460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1776493175576761460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/07/deaf-rapper.html' title='Deaf Rapper'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5177355141960314240</id><published>2010-06-21T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:26:09.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment extention letter</title><content type='html'>Here's a copy of a letter I sent to U.S. minority leader Mitch McConnell.  I don't expect a response.  I don't expect him to "get" my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; or my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it made me feel better writing it and so I'm posting it here because it'll make me feel a tad better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. McConnell,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank you for really showing our country the way.  Today I'm trying to figure out how to pay my bills without unemployment benefits because you decided not to agree to extending them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a highly qualified unemployed teacher in the state of _____.  I have been trying in vain to find employment for an entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a single mother who has moved in with my parents because I can't live in this economy on my own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to stay off of welfare.  I was not raised to utilize the government in this way, but I am not going to have a choice if unemployment is not extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out how to pay almost $500 a month in health insurance for myself and my daughter when I have no income anymore.  How to help my parents pay for the extra groceries, how to pay for eye exams and dental bills, not to mention car insurance and just everyday costs of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you suggest I do Senator?  There are hundreds of teachers out of work competing with me for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.  Scared because I see no options.  Our jobs have left the country, so we don't have as many students.  I don't see the job situation getting better and moving is not what I want to do.  My child is established here in school, my family is here, but I may not have a choice.  The only problem is... there aren't enough jobs anywhere else in this country either and I'm only certified to teach in two states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- again, I'd like to thank you Senator. For not doing the right thing for people like me.  For not caring that unemployed Americans vote.  We do vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next election you'll become one of the unemployed- but then you still won't have the fear we "regular" people have.  After all, you'll have all the perks from your career long after it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Senator there may not be "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoovervilles&lt;/span&gt;" anymore, but don't be surprised to see "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McConnellvilles&lt;/span&gt;" coming to your nearest bridge sometime in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5177355141960314240?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5177355141960314240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5177355141960314240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5177355141960314240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5177355141960314240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/06/unemployment-extention-letter.html' title='Unemployment extention letter'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8467340266011214494</id><published>2010-06-15T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:41:25.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>What a day!  Flag day and my bday.  I'm in the most unbirthday mood of my entire life I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unemployed, broke, and have parents that will be tapped out by December.  The economy has hit everyone hard and I really don't know what I will do if I don't get a job.  I want to teach, good gods I want to teach!  I can't even get an interview for the few openings there are.  It's depressing to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no ideas for what to do at my age for a new career- I refuse to go back to school and garner any debt.... I don't know if I'm cut out to be an administrator... I feel confused and upset and really would love to turn back the hands of time so I could warn myself of this and give myself the winning lotto numbers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress has no idea how normal people live anymore.  They had enough time to talk about baseball when they were supposed to be debating unemployment extentions.  It must be nice when you can ignore the people you are supposed to be working for to consider the wonders of a baseball prodigy that will never again have to worry about finances.  How very nice for you.  How very awful for me and the other 900,000 or so individuals who depend on that pittance of an unemployment check to feed our childern and pay our bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to keep the anger and bitterness, but it is hard to let go.  I don't know where to go and what to do with my emotions as I feel like a time bomb as of late.  I just want to "go off" and make folks feel as bad as I do-- impress on them just how scary it is to be the working poor.  Try telling your kid over and over and over again that we "can't" afford to much of anything... no zoo pass this year (we're both upset about that one), no trips to anyplace that require money getting in... art museum (which was promised), science museum, the mall (try taking a 9 year old to the mall and not spend money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to stay positive and get myself in gear to fill out job applications for any district within an hour's drive.  It's hard to be motivated to do so, but I must- for it's the only shot I have at maybe one day supporting my kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move- I may not have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8467340266011214494?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8467340266011214494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8467340266011214494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8467340266011214494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8467340266011214494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2378355139146608492</id><published>2010-04-24T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:47:50.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Now she wants a port-a-potty so she doesn't have to go to the bathroom because 'it's too far'... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omgosh&lt;/span&gt; I am so ready to take her back to the nurses.. this is nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2378355139146608492?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2378355139146608492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2378355139146608492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2378355139146608492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2378355139146608492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2116782863857301872</id><published>2010-04-23T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:54:48.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday!</title><content type='html'>Well- my week of running back and forth from home to hospital to school is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came home yesterday and is still pretty weak.  She's on a few meds- one for her heart, antibiotics too- oh and a pretty new nebulizer to help her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may make it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2116782863857301872?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2116782863857301872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2116782863857301872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2116782863857301872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2116782863857301872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2682024054389415553</id><published>2010-04-23T18:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:55:33.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, monday- can't trust that day......</title><content type='html'>What a week! Let's see, where to begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First- Monday. More specifically Monday around 2:15 pm. My mother has been having trouble breathing all day- she finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relents&lt;/span&gt; to go to the ER. Trouble is it's time to pick up the Pipsqueak from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and I decide that I'll go with her and he can pick up the kid. I lost that round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The ER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss the ER shall we? First and foremost- why must one wait so long to be seen. Don't get me wrong- I'm in a small town and we were actually back in the ER part rather than the waiting room within 30 minutes. Thirty minutes where my mother sat in a wheelchair wheezing because she couldn't catch her breath.... but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to take forever for the doctor to see her and apparently 170-190 beats a minute is a tad fast for the heart... so, hooked up to heart monitors too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc finally comes in (nice guy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) and looks at her chart- asks what's been going on- finds out more drugs she can't take (side effects/allergies) and then goes to decide his course of treatment now that 95% of available drugs are off the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse comes in to put in an I.V... my mother has very deep veins. Very hard to find... see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture it- hospital ER, one ER nurse, IV equipment, and a wheezing woman on a hospital gurney who can't get comfortable. Then picture 3 jabs later and no I.V. attached yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try 2- new nurse- other arm.... same results- blood everywhere- patient in major pain, no I.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try 3- another nurse. She looks like she can't see well- coke bottle glasses, squinting, and hunched over. Great Quasimodo's cousin is going to try this. More pokes, yells, blood and no I.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try 4- bring in the cute EMT guy- we'll call him "K". He tried, he tried so hard.. in the end- he too was defeated by my mother's veins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try 5- 30 minutes into the I.V. debacle- bring in the mad scientist otherwise known as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt;. I kid you not he reminded me of the guy on the pictures of those science kits- Einstein hair, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success at last- only took 35 minutes, 3 nurses, one EMT, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. I can tell what's going to happen from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xrays&lt;/span&gt;- they bring the machine to you now buy the way- kinda cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis- pneumonia and rapid heart rate. Joy and rapture. (read sarcasm there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've waited about 90 minutes by this point- doc finally comes in and says he's waiting for all the blood work to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later we are visited by the blood fairy. Only instead of giving you something- she takes something. She took one look at mom's arms and hands (I.V. was in low wrist) and turns white. I ask for "L". A wonderful lady who can draw blood from my mother and me on the first try- with little pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later L comes down and does her thing- takes about 5 vials of blood and then we wait 60 more minutes for all blood results to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc finally tells us mom is being admitted into ICU for the night. Goes to right order. We wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 20 minutes or so and she's finally moved upstairs to ICU and I head home to fill everyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak was upset, but okay in the long run. I was exhausted. My father went to the hospital with some of my mother's stuff that she wanted and the dog was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the gods for pizza delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2682024054389415553?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2682024054389415553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2682024054389415553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2682024054389415553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2682024054389415553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-monday-cant-trust-that-day.html' title='Monday, monday- can&apos;t trust that day......'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6854135274045204697</id><published>2010-04-11T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:37:10.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in the Park with Nobody</title><content type='html'>After watching Julie &amp;amp; Julia last night I decided that I could totally relate to both women on different levels. Julie because she was bored with her life and it hadn't turned out the way she always envisioned and Julia because she wanted more than was thought able by a woman in her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both managed to do something pretty neat. Julia- introduce generations of Americans to French cooking, and Julie- meet her own goal. Both admirable and both hard to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would love to know why I can't do that? Why can't I set some type of goal and reach it? Why is everything so hard? Is it me self-sabotaging or is it some reaching arm of the cosmos telling me that I've really pissed somebody off somewhere- though who and where are unknown as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job prospect looks very bleak at this time and I'm actually considering moving again. I moved back to this area to be close to family, though right now, we're a bit too close by being in the same home. However, I can't not work for another year. I love teaching and just can't fathom another career. What does an almost 40 year old do for a new career? Ideas? I'll take any suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions are also welcome so I can deal with my mother and her negative attitude, constant nagging, and complaining. I don't know what her problem is lately- but I'm ready to snap. And not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- maybe my goal can be lose a pound a week for the next 15 weeks or cook only "healthy" meals for the next 2 weeks, figure out my role in the "food revolution" proposed by Jamie Oliver....Maybe turn my notes on my daughter's adoption into a cohesive read? I guess there are possibilities out there if I can figure out what I can really do and perhaps really attain it. I guess only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6854135274045204697?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6854135274045204697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6854135274045204697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6854135274045204697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6854135274045204697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-watching-julie-julia-last-night-i.html' title='Sunday in the Park with Nobody'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7700129155174332871</id><published>2010-04-09T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:17:17.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful</title><content type='html'>This makes me sick:  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/36322282/ns/world_news-europe"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/36322282/ns/world_news-europe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman who adopted a 7 year old boy from Russia in September put him on a plane and sent him back to Moscow.  She says he had turned violent.  However, this behavior didn't happen until after a January visit by a social worker who said there were no issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady!  He's legally adopted- he's a U.S. citizen now.... get help for him in this country or turn him over to child services if you no longer want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying he didn't have problems- more than likely he did.  He's a post institutionalized kid.  I don't think the parent was prepared for this or for parenting an older child from an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orphanage&lt;/span&gt;.  Makes me sick that folks like this are able to adopt then do something like this to the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not the first time or the first country it's happened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Dutch diplomats do it:  &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1695735,00.html"&gt;http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1695735,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least she has a happy ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joongangdaily.joins.com/article/view.asp?aid=2896289"&gt;http://joongangdaily.joins.com/article/view.asp?aid=2896289&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7700129155174332871?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7700129155174332871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7700129155174332871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7700129155174332871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7700129155174332871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/awful.html' title='Awful'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5323675251427937255</id><published>2010-03-28T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:17:11.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Email not working on this end!  Trying to fix.  If not- will have to go it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5323675251427937255?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5323675251427937255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5323675251427937255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5323675251427937255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5323675251427937255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4780667113115789753</id><published>2010-03-01T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:39:18.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>How can congress justify not passing unemployment extention benefits??  How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about 6 weeks left and was planning to put most of that money back.  I am now screwed.  I thought I'd at least get this week's benefits.  I don't think it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do now?  There are no jobs.  I have tried to sub, but again- no jobs.  Teachers aren't taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm panicked.  Totally panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to do to support my child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you what I'd like to do to that Republican filibuster though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4780667113115789753?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4780667113115789753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4780667113115789753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4780667113115789753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4780667113115789753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2819211332437893254</id><published>2010-02-19T17:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:27:05.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>A recent update on &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/anna-mae-starts-life-china-custody-battle/story?id=9854222"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; Mae He.  My heart breaks for this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to slap her "father" Jack He upside his head.  He seems to be a cruel man- abusing his wife and denying Anna her passport.  I would also like to know why the state dept. won't issue Anna Mae a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad the Bakers are still in her life and Casey wants to send Anna Mae back for visits.  I wonder if Anna will move back to the states when she is 18.  Maybe the state dept. will issue her another passport by then.  It's ridiculous that they won't do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2819211332437893254?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2819211332437893254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2819211332437893254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2819211332437893254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2819211332437893254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-402912933231720267</id><published>2010-02-18T19:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:20:52.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Loaf</title><content type='html'>Meat Loaf.  Not the singer.  The food.  I made a great meatloaf tonight based on a recipe from *The Pioneer Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to try it out if you like.  If you do try it- post and let me know if you liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the Meatloaf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 lb. ground hamburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 slices of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 - 1 cup Parmesan cheese (I used K*aft brand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salt, pepper, garlic powder, paprika, cumin,  and onion powder to taste.  I probably used about 1/4 tsp. of salt and 1/2 tsp. to 1 tsp. of the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thin strips of bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tear up bread and soak in milk for  few minutes in a small bowl&lt;br /&gt;2.  Put hamburger and all other ingredients in a large bowl together&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pour eggs over hamburger mixture and mix together well with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spray a 9 x 14 pan&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pour meat mixture into the pan and shape into a loaf.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Put sauce on meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;7.  Lay bacon on top of meatloaf (you can wrap it under if you like)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Put more sauce on bacon&lt;br /&gt;9.  Bake for 1 hour at 350 degrees F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the sauce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;3.  Light soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hot Sauce&lt;br /&gt;5.  Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;6.  BBQ Sauce (K*raft original brand was used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the sauce- just mix the above ingredients to taste.  I used more ketchup/bbq sauce, a dash of light soy sauce, and worcestershire sauce, a few drops of hot sauce, and just about 1/2 tsp. of dry mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-402912933231720267?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/402912933231720267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=402912933231720267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/402912933231720267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/402912933231720267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/02/meat-loaf.html' title='Meat Loaf'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7688059036835508927</id><published>2010-02-08T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:46:01.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Tired</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Obama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.  Tired of being tired.  Tired of watching you campaign when you are already in the White House.  I am tired of hearing empty promises that you have no idea how to keep- let alone any chance of keeping them.  Please, go back to the White House.  Start your job already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a highly qualified teacher under the rules of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NCLB&lt;/span&gt;, yet I can't get a teaching job for anything.  I'm trying.  I have a child to support and no income.  Why?  I chose to teach.  A profession that I thought would never have such layoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as a country, are suffering from the worst economy since the great depression, unemployment rates are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of the 70s recession, I can barely afford health care for myself and my child, and your number in the polls are slipping.  Democrats still outnumber Republicans 3 to 1 in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;, yet a Republican won the Senate seat.  Are you paying attention yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  You focus on your numbers in the polls.  Stop campaigning.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; reform... couldn't we just start slow?  Let's reform what is already in place.  Make it illegal for insurance companies to deny benefits based on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-existing conditions-- my brother for example can't get insurance because he's a diabetic.  This is wrong.  Make it illegal for them to gouge the prices of insurance for few benefits.... I pay almost $500 a month for insurance and have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deductible&lt;/span&gt; so high I'd almost clean out my little savings if something horrible happened.  Then, only 80% of my bills would be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about education reform?  I have so much to say on this and a lot of it isn't for public reading.  Let's open up jobs for teachers again.  I want to work.  I love teaching.  However, no teacher can do their job when all that is expected are high test scores.  Children are variables, not robots.  They are "more than a test score".  Politicians need to remember that.  We are doing the best we can with what we have.  Budgets are cut, we are not getting money for programs, layoffs loom, classroom sizes are getting bigger.... but still- perform miracles.  It doesn't matter that little Johnny spent last night sleeping in the bathtub because of the drive by shootings in his neighborhood or that little Molly went to bed hungry and came to school hungry because her parents lost their jobs.  Perform miracles.  Let teachers teach.  Teach basic skills, teach children how to think for themselves, not "how to answer questions on a test".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another novel idea.... How about bringing jobs back to the U.S.?  Hasn't China screwed up enough- between lead, other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poisonous&lt;/span&gt; metals, and killing our pets with tainted dog food- isn't enough enough?  Stop trying to be friends and bring those manufacturing jobs back to our country.  Our citizens need work.  Let's have U.S. car makers actually make all our car parts in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not bail out the banks.  Let's bail out the folks who are losing their homes because all the jobs are gone.  Let's bail out education without so many strings attached so teachers can go back to work and teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at FDR and maybe create 'green jobs' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WPA&lt;/span&gt; program.  Look at the future- green may be our best bet.  Let's teach people how to make green cars, wind turbines, solar panels.... just an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said Mr. Obama, I'm tired.  Tired of being tired.  Tired of being unemployed.  Tired of watching you campaign.  Simply tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7688059036835508927?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7688059036835508927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7688059036835508927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7688059036835508927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7688059036835508927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/02/simply-tired.html' title='Simply Tired'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6062475173347968240</id><published>2010-01-18T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:50:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfuriating</title><content type='html'>Read this story:  &lt;a href="http://www.postchronicle.com/news/breakingnews/article_212278781.shtml"&gt;http://www.postchronicle.com/news/breakingnews/article_212278781.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back?  I am furious that this woman- who did not refuse orders- she asked for more time is being prosecuted and her poor child put into foster care.  The thing she was trying to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine her grief, anger, and anxiety at not knowing what is happening to her child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no excuse for this in our country.  Does the army fancy itself a communist Russia?  Do what we say or suffer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not give this woman more time to find appropriate child care?  What commanding officer in their right mind tells a single parent to show up for duty so we can put your kid in foster care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah- I want my kid put in one of the most screwed up systems in this country.  It's nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no respect for the army.  I commend the men and women who are doing their jobs in the army- but the entity itself has no cause to ask for my respect.  It has not earned my respect for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that all the publicity this situation garners will help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spc&lt;/span&gt;. Hutchinson's case.  We can all see who the enemy is here- and it's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spc&lt;/span&gt;. Hutchinson.... it's the army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6062475173347968240?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6062475173347968240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6062475173347968240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6062475173347968240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6062475173347968240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/enfuriating.html' title='Enfuriating'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6043873937221416677</id><published>2010-01-09T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:07:24.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is so much better.  I realized yesterday that I had a lump the size of a golf ball on my head, above my eye.  It was also black and blue.  I had hit it on the car frame the day before and am thinking maybe I had a slight concussion which made me feel so crappy... not sure- but after a good sleep I'm much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making beef stock and vegetable beef soup today (if I have any frozen veggies in the house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the 20/20 show on David Goldman last night. It was a good update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- I'd better head off, a lot of stuff to catch up on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6043873937221416677?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6043873937221416677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6043873937221416677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6043873937221416677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6043873937221416677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1837471626307756413</id><published>2010-01-08T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:24:34.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone even care?</title><content type='html'>I, personally don't give a sh*t about this.  Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Orszag, the budget director of the White House has declared that he is the father of Tatiana Zoe, the daughter of Claire Milonas, the Greek shipping tycoon. This Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/world/peter-orszag-admits-having-a-daughter-with-ex_100300906.html#ixzz0c2RxNeOl"&gt;http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/world/peter-orszag-admits-having-a-daughter-with-ex_100300906.html#ixzz0c2RxNeOl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the f*ck should I care if he knocked somebody up?  Why should anybody care if this kid is his daughter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in a pissed a** mood today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's 11:22 and I haven't eaten since getting up might be part of it.  The fact that the stupid chicken is in a pot ready to boil for soup is the rest of it.  I'm not planning on eating it though.  I just couldn't figure out what else to do with the stupid chicken.  I feel like I've wasted a cut up bird in soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to top off my morning- I had to stop my laundry so somebody else could take a shower.  I hate living here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1837471626307756413?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1837471626307756413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1837471626307756413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1837471626307756413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1837471626307756413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-anyone-even-care.html' title='Does anyone even care?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2109874712435953138</id><published>2010-01-08T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:54:37.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish this was newer</title><content type='html'>I recently found this article &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/12/18/anna.he.adoption/"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/12/18/anna.he.adoption/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about Anna Mae He.  It's from last year and I only wish I could find a newer update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the drama unfolding for David and Sean Goldman, I started thinking of this little girl again and hope that she's doing a little better than she was last year at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2109874712435953138?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2109874712435953138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2109874712435953138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2109874712435953138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2109874712435953138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/wish-this-was-newer.html' title='Wish this was newer'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1235410429394706557</id><published>2010-01-08T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:42:35.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken out by a chicken</title><content type='html'>This morning has to be one that makes no sense.  Despite the fact that we have new snowfall out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wazzu&lt;/span&gt;- there was only a 2hr school delay.  Okay- I can live with that considering my Pipsqueak doesn't have to ride the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after she left (my dad takes her to school) for some reason my world collapsed.  Over a chicken.  Yup, a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put in the first load of laundry and was getting the soup pot ready for the chicken.  My plans had been to make chicken noodle soup today.  Easy, simple, and perfect for this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 chickens yesterday at the butcher.  Two were cut up and 1 was a small, whole (under 3 lbs) bird perfect for soup.  Somehow I managed to thaw out one of the cut up chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is my mother noticed I had this cut up bird thawing- why didn't she say something to me?  I'm really bothered by this for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it such a big deal you ask?  I don't like to use cut up chicken for soup.  I know, technically, it's the same as a whole chicken- but I just don't like to do it.  I won't do it.  Therefore, I have no idea what to do for dinner or with this stupid cut up thawed chicken.  We had baked chicken for dinner 2 nights ago- I'm thinking nobody wants it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I lost it.  I mean lost it... tears, anger, wanting to throw the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daggum&lt;/span&gt; chicken out the window.  I'm not sure what's wrong- but I am certain most of this emotion really isn't about the stupid chicken.  It's about the fact that I still haven't found a job, that I feel trapped, and that my poor kid is growing up this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, extended family can be a good thing.  But we aren't the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Waltons&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want to live here anymore.  I want out.  I want a job.  I want my life back.  I want my kid not to have memories only of what she was never able to do, but of fun things too.  Right now, I don't know how many of those 'fun' memories she has that will include me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the other day that I never smile anymore.  She's right.  It takes a lot to make me smile and I am having a hard time not being serious all the time.  Part is my personality, part is the overwhelming feelings of not having my life where I want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone still reads here- any chicken ideas will be welcome since I don't have a flipping clue what to do with this one except to cry about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1235410429394706557?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1235410429394706557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1235410429394706557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1235410429394706557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1235410429394706557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/taken-out-by-chicken.html' title='Taken out by a chicken'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8830196743576284962</id><published>2009-12-25T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:35:01.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SzTNV9ODLlI/AAAAAAAAARk/0_I-3fFg0_s/s1600-h/xmasweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419182028727987794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SzTNV9ODLlI/AAAAAAAAARk/0_I-3fFg0_s/s320/xmasweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From our family to yours... Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8830196743576284962?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8830196743576284962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8830196743576284962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8830196743576284962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8830196743576284962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SzTNV9ODLlI/AAAAAAAAARk/0_I-3fFg0_s/s72-c/xmasweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-752384298252618651</id><published>2009-12-16T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:26:28.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ben Stein</title><content type='html'>The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday  Morning  Commentary.  (&lt;em&gt;I am putting it here because I think it has merit).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.  And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.  I don't feel threatened.  I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are, Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me.  I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto.  In fact, I kind of like it.  It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu .  If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.  I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period..  I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country.  I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?  I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.  But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:  This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham 's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Hurricane Katrina )..   Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.  She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.  And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.  I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.  The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem ( Dr. Spock 's son committed suicide).  We said an expert should know what he's talking about.  And we said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.  I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.  Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.  Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. Are you laughing yet? Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on if you think it has merit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then just discard it.... no one will know you did.  But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. &lt;br /&gt;My Best Regards,  Honestly and respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-752384298252618651?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/752384298252618651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=752384298252618651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/752384298252618651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/752384298252618651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-ben-stein.html' title='From Ben Stein'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-256891466739423362</id><published>2009-12-15T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:47:13.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the joy</title><content type='html'>Well- looks like I need to find $446.00 a month for insurance.  They won't cover me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another perk of life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have coverage- just sucks that you must pretty much lie or twist the truth (see I learned) to the insurance company to get better coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside- my kid is healthy and I am too.  I just need to figure out how to pay for the insurance this month, along with all my other bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll figure it out- but good grief- the stress levels....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-256891466739423362?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/256891466739423362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=256891466739423362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/256891466739423362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/256891466739423362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-joy.html' title='oh the joy'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3779206688601434959</id><published>2009-12-14T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:20:13.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>Well, first, no word on the job I interview for last Monday.  She seemed very impressed with me and I really thought I had a chance.  She said she'd get back to me probably at the end of last week.  Nothing heard yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I got a bill for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital totalling almost $700.00.  Luckily they were able to modify it to $260.00- the downside- I have to pay it by the end of the month.  Tough, but I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, car insurance.  1996 piece of crap car with over 130,000 miles costs $254.00 to insure for 6 months.  Oh boy!  Let's get into that nest egg you managed to save last year and spend even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; resistance though- I tried to upgrade insurance and they say they'll cover the Pipsqueak- but won't cover me.  If I can't get it resolved - I need to come up with $446.00 a month to keep my current insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a week of subbing (in the highest paying district) And since you're paid bi-monthly as a sub I'd have one check and less than half of the other to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!  Stop the world I want to get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it could be worse- though I don't want it to be.  I'd just like it to not be so damned hard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3779206688601434959?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3779206688601434959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3779206688601434959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3779206688601434959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3779206688601434959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5770019751049178562</id><published>2009-11-20T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:12:25.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>As for the previous post... I posted it only because I don't feel the government has the right to tell women (or anyone) what they can or cannot do in regards to their own bodies (health care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I would do or what my beliefs are- what does matter is that the Stupak Admendment is trying to take away my right and the right of every other woman in this country on what they could do if faced with perhaps the most difficult decision of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5770019751049178562?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5770019751049178562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5770019751049178562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5770019751049178562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5770019751049178562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5592563315550474399</id><published>2009-11-20T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:08:57.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect Women's Reproductive Rights: Strike Down Stupak!</title><content type='html'>Note: As I am putting this post together, I am getting news that the new senate bill doesn't include Stupak language.That could change any moment. We need to keep up the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the country is on the brink of making a crucial and historic overhaul of our health care system, Rep. Bart Stupak (D-Michigan) forced a poison pill into the House health care reform bill. The Stupak amendment would bar coverage for abortion under any plans that use federal funding. It would be the most far-reaching abortion restriction in decades – more severe than the Hyde Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of women who have access to abortion services would no longer have it. Women receiving tax subsidies could not even use their own money to purchase private insurance that covers abortion. In most cases, low-income women would have NO ACCESS AT ALL to abortion services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bill passes with the Stupak amendment, it would break President Obama’s promise that women would not be harmed by health care reform. Women would be worse off than they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot let this stand, and our window to do anything about it is closing fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please call Senators Dianne Feinstein and Barbara Boxer and let them know you want the anti-choice Stupak amendment stripped from the health care reform bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sen. Dianne Feinstein’s office: 202-224-3841 (To e-mail Sen. Feinstein, follow this link: &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://feinstein.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=ContactUs.Home" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://feinstein.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=ContactUs.Home&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sen. Barbara Boxer’s office: 202-224-3553 (To e-mail Sen. Boxer, follow this link &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://boxer.senate.gov/contact/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://boxer.senate.gov/contact/&lt;/a&gt; )For more information about the Stupak amendment, go to: &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.prochoicepower.org/get-involved/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.prochoicepower.org/get-involved/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us save health care reform and make sure women are not left out! Your calls are what make the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This post was written by &lt;a href="http://citymama.typepad.com/"&gt;CityMama's&lt;/a&gt; friend Sue Hutchison, Communications Director/Writing Specialist at Planned Parenthood Mar Monte, San Jose CA.&lt;br /&gt;She has graciously allowed CityMama to reprint it and hopes that YOU WILL, TOO. If you've wanted to blog about this important issue but haven't had the time to put your thoughts down--here you go! Please cut, copy, and paste the above post into your emails, Facebook notes, and blog posts. Tell all your like-minded friends to do the same. We must strike down the Stupak Amendment and its anti-women's reproductive rights language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5592563315550474399?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5592563315550474399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5592563315550474399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5592563315550474399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5592563315550474399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/protect-womens-reproductive-rights.html' title='Protect Women&apos;s Reproductive Rights: Strike Down Stupak!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-901755340340964983</id><published>2009-09-01T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:44:16.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>No job yet.  My old job opened up and she gave it to a guy.  Yup- a student teacher last year... but he can pee standing up so therefore he must the right candidate for the job.  Talk about being ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm on almost every subbing list in the area and will be on every subbing list come Friday I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jobs yet- but hopefully the swine flu will hit and I'll be busy busy.  Or maybe some pregnant lady will decide to take all year off and I can be a long term sub.  Anything to bring money in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm trying recipes out of the book "Cook yourself Thin".  The show is on Lifetime-an import from England and so far I've liked everything I've tried- as has most of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest hit was sweet and sour pork.  Making it this week with beef.  We had crunchy chicken fingers tonight, and spaghetti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbonara&lt;/span&gt; last night.  Even has recipes for deserts and breakfasts.  All recipes are easy and fast.  My kind of recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening here.  Better head out though- I'm going to try and post again on a more regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-901755340340964983?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/901755340340964983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=901755340340964983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/901755340340964983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/901755340340964983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1735856640567776098</id><published>2009-07-06T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:08:14.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't seem to get this blogging thing going.  We spent the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; weekend at the lake and except for the last day- it wasn't too much fun.  Cold, rainy, icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak has a loose tooth that is really causing her pain, and we were up a lot last night because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the job front yet.  I'm scared and know I need to fill out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aps&lt;/span&gt; in other districts- but just don't want to.  Guess I need to do that this week and just get stuff in order.  Let's hope I'm able to be called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tomato and pepper plants seem okay for now.  Not sure how they'll do in the end- but there is one teeny tiny pepper on the plant.  Hopefully, more will follow as will the tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better head out and am going to try to get the blog posts from my head onto the computer from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1735856640567776098?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1735856640567776098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1735856640567776098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1735856640567776098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1735856640567776098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-already.html' title='July Already?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8292085298748512425</id><published>2009-06-09T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:45:12.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/Si7XAkdaHbI/AAAAAAAAARY/X18AOqITIJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446212522352050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/Si7XAkdaHbI/AAAAAAAAARY/X18AOqITIJ0/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/Si7XAXFkUjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-YM96MoWz9o/s1600-h/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446208932696626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/Si7XAXFkUjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-YM96MoWz9o/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F0r the one or two readers I may or may no longer have... Sheesh- it's been a rough month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no job, but I have a few leads in another district- but pay is much lower and not sure if it's enough to live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, the Pipsqueak and I went to the zoo recently and saw some amazing animals. Including lions, zebras, and hyenas... Oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still trying to be optimistic- so I am house hunting... Let's just hope I am able to find one and purchase before the new year. I want that tax credit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8292085298748512425?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8292085298748512425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8292085298748512425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8292085298748512425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8292085298748512425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-already.html' title='June Already?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/Si7XAkdaHbI/AAAAAAAAARY/X18AOqITIJ0/s72-c/IMG_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3606684269802860960</id><published>2009-04-12T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:59:06.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pink</title><content type='html'>Looks like I was wrong about the call back list.  With the type of contract I had- I'm basically on the bottom of pond and let's "Hope to goodness" you get called back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry last week- to the point of spitting nails.  My administrator should have known this- but she seemed as shocked as I was.  Meanwhile, I've submitted my letter of interest, gone to the union rep, and will be trying to get in touch with HR head until I do reach her.  I have a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it ever be easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3606684269802860960?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3606684269802860960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3606684269802860960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3606684269802860960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3606684269802860960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-pink.html' title='More Pink'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1593598265297828831</id><published>2009-03-31T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:13:48.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Pink</title><content type='html'>Yup.  I've been pink slipped.  Ugh!  I'm on the recall list though- so I'm hoping an ESL job will become available next year and I can do that.  I love teaching ESL and really want to stay in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, well- I'll teach anything for a year just to stay in the district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out car hunting recently as I desperately need a new vehicle and think I've found what I want- I'm just afraid to buy without the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life ever be simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside- we went to the Indian restaurant last weekend to celebrate the Pipsqueak's homecoming and adoption day.  Her homecoming day and adoption day are on the same day- but a year apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother went with us- only the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time she's had Indian food (and a diff. place).  She seemed to like what she had.  We got the buffet and my child again gorged on chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tikka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt;, lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gorma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tandori&lt;/span&gt; chicken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chickeny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;birayni&lt;/span&gt;, rice, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt;.  She couldn't even finish her desert.  She loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;golub&lt;/span&gt; ?? (can't remember name or spelling) but only could manage a bite.  The desert looks like donut holes- but they are soaked in rose water I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- let's just hope I've got that contract in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1593598265297828831?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1593598265297828831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1593598265297828831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1593598265297828831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1593598265297828831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-pink.html' title='Feeling Pink'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8048782135731005868</id><published>2009-03-07T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:19:54.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SbMc5HsCNRI/AAAAAAAAARI/tZWUW5LYmKQ/s1600-h/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310620153241810194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SbMc5HsCNRI/AAAAAAAAARI/tZWUW5LYmKQ/s320/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SbMc43EhBvI/AAAAAAAAARA/8ECogmug3as/s1600-h/aliafork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310620148781090546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SbMc43EhBvI/AAAAAAAAARA/8ECogmug3as/s320/aliafork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it finally happened. I managed to cook an Indian dish that tasted "right" and didn't cause us to run from the kitchen and immediately order pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using a paste from Sukhi brand, I made Chicken Tikka Masala. The Pipsqueak loved it and is looking forward to the leftovers tomorrow. We couldn't find Naan bread so we used pita bread that I heated in the pan and had rice to finish the meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally- a hit from my daughter's birth heritage. Makes me feel better knowing I can cook at least 1 Indian dish as easily as I can cook German, Japanese, Italian, and Mexican food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8550500668198065172-8048782135731005868?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8048782135731005868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8048782135731005868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8048782135731005868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8048782135731005868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/indian-night.html' title='Indian night'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SbMc5HsCNRI/AAAAAAAAARI/tZWUW5LYmKQ/s72-c/IMG_2523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5548379441419617616</id><published>2009-01-20T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:52:59.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing</title><content type='html'>Why oh why did they let Aretha ruin such a beautiful song in that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a great voice- use it- don't screech it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5548379441419617616?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5548379441419617616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5548379441419617616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5548379441419617616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5548379441419617616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6980113737371110656</id><published>2009-01-20T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:44:52.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>Okay- we got a new President today.  I'm not overexcited by any means.  Yes, I'm still holding a Hillary grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- is anyone else bothered by the fact that everywhere we look it's "The first black president"?  Wrong!  He is bi-racial.  Is this not denying that his mother is white?  Aren't we "forgetting" that half of him that isn't African? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that is said for children (especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transracially&lt;/span&gt; adopted kids) to come to terms with their ethnic identities -especially when raised by white people- I would think that O*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bama&lt;/span&gt; would want to acknowledge all of himself.  Not just the half that got him elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup- Hillary grudge still intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6980113737371110656?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6980113737371110656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6980113737371110656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6980113737371110656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6980113737371110656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-97929417879261094</id><published>2009-01-17T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:23:40.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgh!</title><content type='html'>I really hate dealing with people sometimes.  I hate living in a house that also houses my parents and my sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ordering pizza and garlic bread from a local establishment you expect your order.  Nope- brought garlic sticks.  My kid wanted a garlic stick, badly.  We called to get the bread and our change (the sticks cost more) and asked what to do with the sticks.  The kid answering the phone said- keep them, I guess.  The manager said- no- they have to give them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!  They can't resell the food- it was their mistake... but give them back.  What are they going to do with them?  Toss them or more than likely eat the sticks themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor customer service and they wonder why I don't order from them much. Meanwhile the bread/sticks debaucle cause a huge uproar because my 8 year old really wanted the sticks and the bread was ordered for an adult (my sibling) who needed it because of his medical status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a suck a** night.  And to top it off- my kid got her feelings hurt and wouldn't eat the pizza my mom ordered for her- so my mom gets ticked off about "wasting money".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-97929417879261094?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/97929417879261094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=97929417879261094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/97929417879261094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/97929417879261094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrgh.html' title='Arrgh!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3202074128904944517</id><published>2009-01-16T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:36:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27972114/"&gt;Anna Mae He Update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone interested- there is the latest news involving the Chinese-American child who was raised by one family for almost 8 years before courts made her to live with her bio-family whom she barely knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad situation on all sides- and it seems not much better now, almost a year after having to move to China. The only upshot is that her bio-mother allows a once a week phone call from her other family.  I'm sure that helps Anna feel a bit better- knowing that they still love her and want what is best for her- just as her bio-mother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront- it's COLD here. Minus 18 F before winchill factor is figured in this morning. Cold, cold, cold. Brrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- I'm heading off and trying to keep warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3202074128904944517?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3202074128904944517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3202074128904944517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3202074128904944517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3202074128904944517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-408830311461979202</id><published>2009-01-01T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:01:28.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Perloo</title><content type='html'>I found this recipe in a wonderful murder/mystery book by Laura Childs.  I hope she doesn't mind my sharing it here.  We made it the other night and it was a hit with all... including the Pipsqueak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try- and also try reading the Tea Shop Mystery Books.  They're a wonderful read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken Perloo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. olive oil (I used Safflower- it's what I had on hand)&lt;br /&gt;4-5 pieces of chicken- skin removed&lt;br /&gt;2 slices bacon (cut in 1/4" pieces) or 2 oz. diced salt pork (we used bacon)&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion sliced (we diced it as well)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 green pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup long grain rice (not instant)&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken broth (1 3/4 cups)-- I used chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 TBS. minced parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- we didn't have the parsley on hand-- and added garlic powder as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil over medium-high heat using nonstick fry pan (12 inch).  Add chicken and cook about 8 minutes or until golden, turning over once.  Put chicken on a plate.  Reduce heat to medium and add bacon, cooking for 4 minutes until browned.  Remove bacon with slotted spoon to small bowl.  Discard all but 2 tsp. of back fat from skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add onion and green pepper to same skillet and cook, covered for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.  Add rice and stir until evenly coated.  Stir in bacon, broth, salt, pepper, and 1/2 cup water.  Return chicken to pan; heat to boiling over medium-high heat.  Reduce heat to medium-low and cook, covered, 10-25 minutes.  (We cooked it 25 minutes).  Sprinkle with parsley and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-408830311461979202?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/408830311461979202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=408830311461979202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/408830311461979202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/408830311461979202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-perloo.html' title='Chicken Perloo'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2699070507398391044</id><published>2008-12-25T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:12:11.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SVMWDhh6ltI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J75J5HB1nc4/s1600-h/IMG_2300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283591037631764178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SVMWDhh6ltI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J75J5HB1nc4/s320/IMG_2300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2699070507398391044?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2699070507398391044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2699070507398391044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2699070507398391044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2699070507398391044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SVMWDhh6ltI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J75J5HB1nc4/s72-c/IMG_2300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-395280662844969937</id><published>2008-12-20T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:39:04.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiestaware</title><content type='html'>Please go &lt;a href="http://ravingsofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-fiesta-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and enter the Fiestaware give-a-way.  A great way to get some cool dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-395280662844969937?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/395280662844969937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=395280662844969937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/395280662844969937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/395280662844969937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiestaware.html' title='Fiestaware'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2291129009183517943</id><published>2008-12-16T17:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:46:41.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't seen the sun in days. Stuck here in the midwest I see snow. I see ice. I see clouds. I see no sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of my school kids asked me today, "The sun is red right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"No! It's yellow!" Shouted another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Orange! The sun is orange!" offered yet another student.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lack of sunlight has effected the young too. Not being able to colour something as simple as the sun. So, so sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us hope the ice on the ground, the snow now falling leads us to a 2 hour delay in the 'morrow. That would make this weather worth it... well, almost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2291129009183517943?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2291129009183517943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2291129009183517943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2291129009183517943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2291129009183517943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-blahs.html' title='Winter Blahs'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7324206220784281878</id><published>2008-11-24T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:43:47.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattagories fun</title><content type='html'>WHAT IS YOUR "Blog' NAME: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kikilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY NAME: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kieran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 LETTER WORD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kelp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL NAME: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPATION: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COLOR: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kelly Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU WEAR: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEVERAGE: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kahlua or even Kool-Aid (ick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kaopectate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PLACE : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keikionga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR BEING LATE: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kowabunga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7324206220784281878?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7324206220784281878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7324206220784281878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7324206220784281878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7324206220784281878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/scattagories-fun.html' title='Scattagories fun'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4607087971997801399</id><published>2008-11-23T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:00:03.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barley Soup</title><content type='html'>It's cold here.  Cold.  Light dusting of snow on the ground.  Time for Oma's Barley soup.  Oma is would be my great- grandmother whom I've never met except through her barley soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pounds beef short ribs or soup bone with lots of meat&lt;br /&gt;1-Tbs shortening -brown ribs on both sides- so meat is brown&lt;br /&gt;When meat is brown add 1 qt liquid-- Water or beef stock/broth.  I prefer broth/stock. &lt;br /&gt;Add salt and pepper &amp;amp; garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;Cook until meet is tender 1-1 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;When meat is done- remove from broth and take off bones- add back to soup&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/4 cup shredded carrots (or cut fine)&lt;br /&gt;        1/4 cup onions cut fine&lt;br /&gt;        1/4 cup celery diced very fine&lt;br /&gt;        1 potato diced fine&lt;br /&gt;         1 Tbs. ketchup&lt;br /&gt;         1/4 cup barley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also add green beans- though I never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes about 20-25 minutes for barley to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soup is great the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope anyone who tries it enjoys it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4607087971997801399?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4607087971997801399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4607087971997801399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4607087971997801399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4607087971997801399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/barley-soup.html' title='Barley Soup'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-738829969478137928</id><published>2008-11-17T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:38:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Can't believe how long it's been since I've posted.  Not a whole lot to blog about actually- everyone around here is beyond sick and I'm just getting over it.  The child is just getting it, and my mother is in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If awards were given for hacking coughs- I'd say we'd be contenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- hope to post more soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been inspired by the first snow of the season.  Yup, snow.  It even stuck to the ground. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-738829969478137928?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/738829969478137928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=738829969478137928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/738829969478137928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/738829969478137928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6816787873100784154</id><published>2008-10-30T19:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:55:06.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat and other Halloween things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQpH0wfYWqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FORGfIUo5NQ/s1600-h/Thank+you+very+much.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263098086231136930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQpH0wfYWqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FORGfIUo5NQ/s320/Thank+you+very+much.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQpH0h8fIjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P2Yl5oNHo_w/s1600-h/IMG_2190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263098082326684210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQpH0h8fIjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P2Yl5oNHo_w/s320/IMG_2190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small town decided to have trick or treat tonight, October 30 rather than on Halloween due to the local football sectional. I am miffed to say the least, but Pipsqueak had a good time being a vampire witch this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letter to the town Halloween committee will get done and maybe will have some bearing on next year. I won't hold my breath, but one never knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are this year's Jack O' Lantern and one I call "Thank you- thank you very much"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and btw- the car- not mine. It's my folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6816787873100784154?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6816787873100784154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6816787873100784154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6816787873100784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6816787873100784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat-and-other-halloween.html' title='Trick or Treat and other Halloween things'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQpH0wfYWqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FORGfIUo5NQ/s72-c/Thank+you+very+much.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2594361921596981700</id><published>2008-10-25T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:04:15.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian clothes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQNtNRbS7II/AAAAAAAAALw/am7uTtrRMys/s1600-h/salwarfeetgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261168864482487426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQNtNRbS7II/AAAAAAAAALw/am7uTtrRMys/s320/salwarfeetgood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a touch of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; on Pipsqueak's newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; gift. A traditional Indian outfit. She looks lovely in it. New outfit and bangles- what a great way to extend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2594361921596981700?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2594361921596981700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2594361921596981700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2594361921596981700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2594361921596981700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-just-touch-of-embroidery-on.html' title='Indian clothes!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SQNtNRbS7II/AAAAAAAAALw/am7uTtrRMys/s72-c/salwarfeetgood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5968597333607656872</id><published>2008-10-12T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:04:58.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8!</title><content type='html'>Good grief!  I can't believe it's been near on a month since I've posted.  I guess life has been getting away from me and the blog or lack thereof as the case may be has suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Pipsqueak turned 8.  Yup, 8.  I still can't believe it.  Seems like just yesterday this small creature came into my life.  She totally turned my world upside down and it's been great (for the most part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up and celebrated with cake for breakfast, a brand new Nin*tendo DS and accessories a la Hello K*itty... plus a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the zoo (met her G*dmother there), Indian restaurant for lunch- the food was divine, and to wrap it up we hit the mall where a "new furry friend" was made thanks to Build a B*ear.  She chose an elephant whom she named Elly.  Elly is of course an Asian elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day and I hope she has many more great days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to do a thought provoking post on the last 6 years with my child but am too tired.  Maybe later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then- Happy Birthday Pipsqueak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5968597333607656872?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5968597333607656872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5968597333607656872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5968597333607656872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5968597333607656872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/10/8.html' title='8!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5038702864881658176</id><published>2008-09-20T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:28:52.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More zoo pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNV400A4QxI/AAAAAAAAALA/W-u4pdpCjdo/s1600-h/sealball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248233789481042706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNV400A4QxI/AAAAAAAAALA/W-u4pdpCjdo/s320/sealball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNV41Jdx5kI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mk-VGiHvp2w/s1600-h/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248233795239405122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNV41Jdx5kI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mk-VGiHvp2w/s320/penguins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of course, the sea lion balancing her ball while doing a handstand.  The second is just a neat photo (I thought) of the Black footed penguins from Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5038702864881658176?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5038702864881658176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5038702864881658176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5038702864881658176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5038702864881658176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-zoo-pictures.html' title='More zoo pictures'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNV400A4QxI/AAAAAAAAALA/W-u4pdpCjdo/s72-c/sealball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1613020235919442096</id><published>2008-09-20T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:01:42.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding time at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNVyqXsvhMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iXaZu5oQJZk/s1600-h/Aliafeedsamber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248227013011932354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNVyqXsvhMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iXaZu5oQJZk/s320/Aliafeedsamber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pipsqueak and I spent the afternoon at the zoo. We signed up for a program and for a nominal fee were able to prepare lunch for 2 zoo animals. In our case the Red Panda and a Tortise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo kitchen smelled awful- but it was neat making the food. The other class participants made food for animals like River Otters and Bobcats to Scarlet Macaws and Rabbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After making the food we got to walk around part of the zoo to feed our animals. Feeding the Red Panda had to be one of the neatest experiences ever. The Pipsqueak got to hand feed her and I was able to get one good picture of the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also saw the Sea Lion feeding/show and I have a great picture of a Sea Lion balancing a ball on her nose while doing a handstand. Was great and hopefully I'll get it posted later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway- after the zoo we grabbed a late lunch and headed home via the country roads in order to stop and pick our pumpkins from some kind farmers front yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1613020235919442096?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1613020235919442096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1613020235919442096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1613020235919442096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1613020235919442096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeding-time-at-zoo.html' title='Feeding time at the Zoo'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SNVyqXsvhMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iXaZu5oQJZk/s72-c/Aliafeedsamber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2610918986069612833</id><published>2008-09-07T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:14:33.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Sickness</title><content type='html'>New school, new kids, new germs = me having my first major cold of the season.  It turned into some type of sinus/allergy thing too- so this past week has been rough.  I feel a bit better today and hope this week will go much better breathing wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the new job.  I have kids from grades 1-5 and am enjoying them as well.  Never was sure if I'd do okay with the bigger kids- but they are a lot of fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent part of the day at the zoo yesterday for a class for the Pipsqueak in horse care.  She even made the local news for another zoo event and was thrilled to see herself on TV last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's a little over a month before she turns 8.  Seems like yesterday I was celebrating her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; (1st party) a few months after she came home.  She wants a 'real' party this year- so we're going to have it a week early so it can be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some sort of 'pin the hat on the witch' or the 'mole on the troll' depending on the poster I can find, decorating small pumpkins with markers, ice cream and cupcakes and we'll be finished.  Oh and gift opening of course.  She won't let me forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a cake on her actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;- so that will be a family party and I think will be very low-keyed and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best get going - am going to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; poppers and then must find bread and soup for my lunches for school this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2610918986069612833?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2610918986069612833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2610918986069612833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2610918986069612833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2610918986069612833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-and-sickness.html' title='School and Sickness'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3291420512703083509</id><published>2008-08-10T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:15:59.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>Okay- I'm needing to take a small break from the blog... nothing major just a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start a new F/T job this next week and need to get my head wrapped around teaching f/t again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled, but nervous too.  It seems so long ago that I had my own room.  That, coupled with the fact that this is a situation I've never taught before - a pull out program- I really need my focus to be at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- gotta run- many errands to run today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3291420512703083509?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3291420512703083509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3291420512703083509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3291420512703083509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3291420512703083509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/08/break.html' title='A break'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3098923565635124400</id><published>2008-07-30T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SJCXIjwHf2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NBbSSb56woo/s1600-h/IMG_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228845340668952418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SJCXIjwHf2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NBbSSb56woo/s320/IMG_1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550500668198065172-3098923565635124400?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3098923565635124400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3098923565635124400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3098923565635124400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3098923565635124400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday_30.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SJCXIjwHf2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NBbSSb56woo/s72-c/IMG_1950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5112262311961297064</id><published>2008-07-12T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:49:20.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Summer is flying by way to fast for my liking.  I haven't been doing too much.  The lake, the zoo, a promising job interview, laundry, bike riding, and the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still- I can't believe we're already mid-July and I must start back to school shopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak has outgrown all her long pants.  Not around the waist- length wise.  Ugh.  Ah well- let's hope I find some great sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report- just thought I'd post since it's been awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5112262311961297064?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5112262311961297064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5112262311961297064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5112262311961297064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5112262311961297064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-582371054553982376</id><published>2008-07-02T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:25.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SGwJlkBC35I/AAAAAAAAAKI/JWjMi6nChAg/s1600-h/redtailhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218556609143431058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SGwJlkBC35I/AAAAAAAAAKI/JWjMi6nChAg/s320/redtailhawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550500668198065172-582371054553982376?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/582371054553982376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=582371054553982376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/582371054553982376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/582371054553982376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SGwJlkBC35I/AAAAAAAAAKI/JWjMi6nChAg/s72-c/redtailhawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-915695915100329717</id><published>2008-06-21T20:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:25.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Sliders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2ffrc48iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VGW4G_A8F5c/s1600-h/slider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214499310153560610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2ffrc48iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VGW4G_A8F5c/s320/slider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2fWAbFELI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xcJ0xIe9fIU/s1600-h/whitecastlecup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214499143984418994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2fWAbFELI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xcJ0xIe9fIU/s320/whitecastlecup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2fWeyTKRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2JhXTV2N7cI/s1600-h/emptywhitecastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214499152134875410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2fWeyTKRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2JhXTV2N7cI/s320/emptywhitecastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally- there is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a White C*astle near where I live. The closest one is 90 minutes or so away. We went to a cousin's baby shower 2 hours away today. There was a White C*astle. The lovely Slider establishment. We saw. We ordered. We brought the goods home and were hailed as heros. Alas the feast ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time my friend, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- if I can only find a Church*s Chicken less than 2 hours away......or a W*ing Stop....... &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/8550500668198065172-915695915100329717?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/915695915100329717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=915695915100329717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/915695915100329717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/915695915100329717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-sliders.html' title='Ode to Sliders'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SF2ffrc48iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VGW4G_A8F5c/s72-c/slider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1348890839989508943</id><published>2008-06-13T15:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:46:59.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry?</title><content type='html'>Another web site got me thinking of a family favorite, beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stroganoff&lt;/span&gt;.  We usually had it at Christmas at my grandma's house.  Brings back lots of memories.  Think I may have to make it sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually double this recipe and serve over white rice.  It's an easy recipe to double or even triple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs boneless beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sirloin&lt;/span&gt; tip, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 sliced green onions (white part only)&lt;br /&gt;5 TBS flour&lt;br /&gt;1 can condensed beef broth&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;6-8 oz of sliced mushrooms (canned is fine)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C red wine&lt;br /&gt;salt/pepper/garlic to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Remove fat and gristle from sirloin and sprinkle with the 1/2 teaspoon of salt and pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Heat skillet and add the stick of butter.  When butter is melted add the mean and saute quickly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;browning&lt;/span&gt; the meat evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Push meat to one side and add the green onions and cook slowly until transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Push onions aside and stir flour into drippings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Add the beef broth.  Bring to boiling then turn heat down, stir in the mustard and cover pan.  Simmer for about 1 hour or until meat is tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Five minutes before serving add the mushrooms, sour cream and red wine.  Heat through and season to taste with salt/pepper/garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Serve over steamed rice (or noodles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1348890839989508943?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1348890839989508943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1348890839989508943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1348890839989508943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1348890839989508943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/hungry.html' title='Hungry?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8918171034977276092</id><published>2008-06-04T09:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:03:25.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Pretend</title><content type='html'>Let's pretend shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend that there's a woman who has spent 8 years in a Midwestern senate.  She's of mixed race.  Seen as black by this country.  She has two small children and seems to have a ton of charisma and personality.  Would she be your pick for president?  Would she have enough experience in your eyes to be able to hold the job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about a white man with the same qualifications.  Eight years in the senate, seems to be able to hold a crowd.  Can give a great speech.  Would you want him- with that lack of experience in the white house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered no- you wouldn't be alone.  So why is it that Barak Obama is now the Democratic nominee for president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because sexism is still more prevalent in this country than we like to believe?  Is it because folks were afraid of being called racist if they pointed out Obama's shortfalls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a white man or a woman of any race had tried to run with the experience Obama brings, they would have been laughed out of the race before it even began.  Why the difference for Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong- I would like to feel as if the Democrats can clean up the mess left in the white house under the Bush administration.  I just don't think the presidential nominee has the experience to get the things done that he can so wonderfully speak of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come election time, I'll be one of "those" people that chooses not to vote.  I'll choose not to vote because I can not, in good conscious back either presidential candidate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8918171034977276092?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8918171034977276092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8918171034977276092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8918171034977276092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8918171034977276092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-pretend.html' title='Let&apos;s Pretend'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3369241985671670885</id><published>2008-05-29T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:05:46.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why??</title><content type='html'>80 applications for four job openings.  I guess this is why I don't yet have a teaching job in my home state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it could be worse- but allow me a moment to pity myself as I know I'm a damned good teacher who can't even get an interview!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3369241985671670885?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3369241985671670885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3369241985671670885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3369241985671670885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3369241985671670885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why??'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1694345235673978213</id><published>2008-05-28T16:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:26.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was Zoo Day Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Mr. Peacock strutting his stuff for the local ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SD3DwEV_x0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hfOS1jRY2oY/s1600-h/IMG_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205531974877300546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SD3DwEV_x0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hfOS1jRY2oY/s320/IMG_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1694345235673978213?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1694345235673978213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1694345235673978213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1694345235673978213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1694345235673978213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-zoo-day-field-trip.html' title='Yesterday was Zoo Day Field Trip'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SD3DwEV_x0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/hfOS1jRY2oY/s72-c/IMG_1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2563582881673420537</id><published>2008-05-25T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:01:22.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easiest White Chili Ever</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time I've tried to make or have eaten white chili.  Typically made from chicken or turkey and white beans it never seemed all that appetizing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has changed that.  I made what had to be the easiest white chili and it was also very tasty.  Let me know if anyone out there tries this and enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lbs. cooked chicken shredded- I used a rotisserie chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 oz of white beans.  I used a combo of cannelloni and navy beans- but feel free to use northern beans, all cannelloni, all navy, etc... whatever you like best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 jar of salsa mild - I used P*ace.  Again use what you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 small can mild green chilies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80z Mexican blend shredded cheese- I used Sar*gento's.  Feel free to use all Monterrey Jack or Pepper Jack or whatever you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 TBS. cumin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 small shakes Texas*Pete hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all ingredients in your pan.  Heat through on the stove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed this chili.  I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very mild chili so if you want it with a bit more of a kick use medium or hot salsa &amp;amp;/or add hotter peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2563582881673420537?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2563582881673420537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2563582881673420537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2563582881673420537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2563582881673420537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/easiest-white-chili-ever.html' title='Easiest White Chili Ever'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3653896716905332913</id><published>2008-05-22T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:06:17.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Mei</title><content type='html'>It seems that Anna Mae He (Baker) is now being called &lt;a href="http://www.wmcstations.com/Global/story.asp?S=8332728"&gt;He Mei&lt;/a&gt; in her school in China.  I can't imagine having my name taken away after losing so much already.  I suppose it may be easier for her to blend in this way.  Or perhaps the Chinese teachers will only call her by her Chinese name.  Still, it must be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article states that at home she is probably still being called Anna Mae and spoken to in English.  However, I guess folks wouldn't know this for certain unless they were there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3653896716905332913?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3653896716905332913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3653896716905332913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3653896716905332913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3653896716905332913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-mei.html' title='He Mei'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8295634191141207943</id><published>2008-05-20T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:37:10.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>After reading about the earthquake in China I began to wonder if Anna Mae He (Baker) was okay. If she was touched by the earthquake, if she's in school yet.  Last I read, she couldn't go to school because it was too expensive.  I believe she is living in Changsha w/Jack &amp;amp; Casey He her biological parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself thinking of this child I've never met at times simply due to the circumstances surrounding her adoption and then being returned to her biological family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she is doing well and can one day understand all the fuss which surrounds her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-8295634191141207943?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8295634191141207943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8295634191141207943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8295634191141207943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8295634191141207943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6870318846703359961</id><published>2008-05-13T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:15:04.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>Irena Sendler  managed to keep her humanity during a time when man's humanity to man was forgotten has died in &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080512/ap_on_re_eu/obit_sendler"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt;.  Her life is documented in the play "Life in a Jar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to read about this remarkable woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6870318846703359961?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6870318846703359961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6870318846703359961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6870318846703359961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6870318846703359961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2332382846676228178</id><published>2008-05-11T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:19:06.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Sunday/Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I've discovered an interesting way to loose weight before the summer fully hits us.  The steps are listed below for those who want to read them.  I've lost 5 pounds in 3 days thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Get a deep tissue massage on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wake up on Thursday with flu like soreness and symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Decide you're too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nausious &lt;/span&gt;to really eat on Thursday, so you lay around most of the day sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Wake up Friday feeling a bit better.  Try a touch of egg drop soup.  Realize anything that goes in comes out rather quickly.  In a not so pleasant way.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Decide eating isn't worth the outcome (literally) and stick to water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Wake up hungry on Saturday.  Think the worst of the stomach issues are over.  Drink a lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Continue feeling good.  Try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;!  Decide you can now try "real" food.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Try "real" food.  Two bites or three bites of boiled chicken fill you up and you decide goldfish crackers are great.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Have a pretty nice day.  Eat a goldfish cracker here or there.  Some more egg drop soup.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Think the worst of it's over.  Head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Wake up at 3:30 a.m.  remain in bathroom until 4:30 a.m. due to stomach doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loopty&lt;/span&gt; loops.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Again decide eating isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Have child wish you a Happy Mother's Day with a homemade card.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Hug child.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Head to kitchen to find rice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bouillon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Bribe somebody to go buy a sports drink.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Lay down on couch with small child- not even caring that said child is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; Stupid Pants.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Hopefully end cycle on Sunday as the week begins again on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2332382846676228178?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2332382846676228178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2332382846676228178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2332382846676228178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2332382846676228178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-sundaymothers-day.html' title='What a Sunday/Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-343587827917104491</id><published>2008-05-09T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:30:44.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Okay- I love massages.  Usually.  They get out the knots, get the blood flowing, and followed by an adjustment from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chiropractor&lt;/span&gt;- are usually very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the one I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!  Deep tissue massage is deep tissue massage no matter how lightly it's done or how little it hurt at the time.  I feel a bit better today than yesterday.... but still feel like I could sleep another two days straight through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have felt achy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; and like I was hit by a truck.... am hoping it's over tomorrow.  Who knew getting one's blood flowing could be such an ordeal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-343587827917104491?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/343587827917104491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=343587827917104491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/343587827917104491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/343587827917104491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-956672974253897827</id><published>2008-05-03T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:05:00.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I rarely discuss politics with anyone.  I find that I don't enjoy the eventual hurt feelings and disbelief that seem to come from both sides when folks "debate" opposite candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of shouting has been heard recently about the Democratic Superdelegates giving Clinton the nomitation even if Obama wins popular vote.  Me, I'm fine with that if it happens.  What?  Some may say.  How can you be okay with that?  Well, there are a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, anyone remember Al Gore?  Yup.  The man won the popular vote for President, but not enough in the electorial college.  Ooops.  I voted for Gore.  I was one of the voters who was ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't want McCain in the White House.  Excuse me if I think that our current economic condition and the war in Iraq are reasons to vote for something a bit new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if the superdelegates hand the nomination to Clinton, they do so because they feel that she can win the White House.  Not because of some 'race baiting' that folks see in this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many problems with Obama as well.  Things that he has said about folks in my part of the country, not seeming to care that he's no longer mixed race in this election process, playing campaign ads that make it seem like he's not "in" with the oil companies.  It is against the law for candidates to take any money from oil companies.  However, both camps have taken contributions from folks in the oil industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my vote is counted, it will be for the person who I think has the experience and background to get things done.  A person who doesn't support the current No Child Left Behind laws, someone who supports a woman's choice over what happens to her body, a person who has played hardball in Washington before- as a senator and a first lady.  Yup.  I'm in the Clinton camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope she gets a chance to prove that she can change things for the better in this country.  That we aren't left with McCain in office, or floundering with someone who is marvelous at speaking, but has no idea on how to get things accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-956672974253897827?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/956672974253897827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=956672974253897827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/956672974253897827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/956672974253897827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/05/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7688081376763079687</id><published>2008-04-30T07:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:26.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SBhdqJKVBwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BA9UDlSp-cw/s1600-h/IMG_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195005148766996226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SBhdqJKVBwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BA9UDlSp-cw/s320/IMG_1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SBhdPZKVBvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kung9wGxRZc/s1600-h/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SBhcvJKVBuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z2W3WHZNt6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8550500668198065172-7688081376763079687?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7688081376763079687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7688081376763079687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7688081376763079687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7688081376763079687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/SBhdqJKVBwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BA9UDlSp-cw/s72-c/IMG_1291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-1634704439484283049</id><published>2008-04-29T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:25:56.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I would love some alone time right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still sick and would like one day just to sleep allllll day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah- to be on that deserted island-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-1634704439484283049?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1634704439484283049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=1634704439484283049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1634704439484283049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/1634704439484283049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7580245646932273146</id><published>2008-04-24T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:25:04.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!</title><content type='html'>The Pipsqueak is officially done with Vision Therapy!  Yeah!  She really worked her tail off this past year and the progress is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back for a recheck in 3 months.  If that's okay- we're done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what VT can do for a kid and their learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7580245646932273146?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7580245646932273146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7580245646932273146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7580245646932273146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7580245646932273146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished.html' title='Finished!'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6295946979861158052</id><published>2008-04-20T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:04:55.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story-courtesy of Pipsqueak</title><content type='html'>Once their was a woman who was getting married.  Her sister married her husband though and it made the woman very mad.  She put on her wedding dress and headed upstairs to where her sister was with a knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a "thud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police came.  The woman was rocking in her rocking chair and jumped out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every April 19th she comes back to haunt the people that made her mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Ghost of the Bride who's sister married her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do believe in her, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6295946979861158052?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6295946979861158052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6295946979861158052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6295946979861158052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6295946979861158052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-courtesy-of-pipsqueak.html' title='Story-courtesy of Pipsqueak'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4101367167840829756</id><published>2008-04-20T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:02:17.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Woke up with sore throat and sneezes.  Lousy cold &amp;amp;/or allergies.  Am taking it easy and have eaten quite a bit of egg drop soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tomorrow and hope I'll survive.  It's kindergarten and they have too much energy for someone fighting a cold.  I hope the air*orne and other cold type products work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4101367167840829756?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4101367167840829756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4101367167840829756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4101367167840829756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4101367167840829756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-54698347168168987</id><published>2008-04-12T14:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:44:31.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I stand corrected</title><content type='html'>"You get more love in a heart than with bees." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the Pipsqueak's most recent expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-54698347168168987?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/54698347168168987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=54698347168168987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/54698347168168987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/54698347168168987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-stand-corrected.html' title='I stand corrected'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-876315749853524023</id><published>2008-04-06T17:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:27.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet Laureate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R_lFBQZH-6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fSsrOVrpG84/s1600-h/chalkqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252333776370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R_lFBQZH-6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fSsrOVrpG84/s320/chalkqueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can get more love with a heart than with bees." so has the Pipsqueak been saying all weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to make up stories and sayings and songs. Now that reading and writing have really "clicked" with her, I love imagining where she'll be able to take her talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her best friend, Shortstuff came over today and they played all day. From about 11:20-4pm. Most of the time outside. Thank the weather for spring! At least for today. It was sunny, and warm and a great day for chalk pictures on the driveway. They had a blast and it was a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, to get ready for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8550500668198065172-876315749853524023?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/876315749853524023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=876315749853524023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/876315749853524023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/876315749853524023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/04/poet-laureate.html' title='Poet Laureate?'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R_lFBQZH-6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fSsrOVrpG84/s72-c/chalkqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5808041645937634823</id><published>2008-03-28T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:43:14.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 6th anniversary of the Pipsqueak coming home.  Today also marks the 5th anniversary of the Pipsqueak's adoption becoming finalized.  March 28th is a big day in our family.  I can't believe my 7 1/2 year old has been home that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by going out for Indian food.  Is there something wrong in that my Indian born child would rather eat American, Mexican, Italian, or Chinese food than Indian?  She ate rice, cantaloupe, lettuce, 1/2 a piece of naan, one bite of tandoori chicken, and 2 bites of chicken curry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My veggie loving kid wouldn't touch the spinich, chickpeas, eggplant, or veggie mix (normally she'd try all of them) due to the sauces they were in.  I, on the other hand, enjoyed the restaurant and ate enough Saag Paneer (Spinich w/cheese) for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pipsqueak has always avoided beans and lentils of any type as well as anything of an oatmeal or pudding texture.  While other kids adopted at her age (17 months) seemed to enjoy eating familiar foods- she has always avoided anything similiar to what she was fed in the orphange.  I hope that as she gets older, she may develop a taste for Indian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the past 6 years, I can't believe how time has flown.  The 25" tall and 17 1/2 lbs toddler has grown into a 50lb/50in little girl.  She has gone from speaking only Marathi to baby sign to English with a rapidness that I didn't know possible.  She is reading.  She is forever writing and creating books.  She loves to make up songs and write the music for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been challenged in ways never imagined by becoming this little girl's mother.  There are more challenges to come.  Of that I am certain.  I will do the best I can with the challenges and love the child all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Pipsqueak has taken to saying before leaving a room "I haven't heard an 'I love you Pipsqueak".... It always causes a grin, and yes, "I love you Pipsqueak".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5808041645937634823?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5808041645937634823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5808041645937634823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5808041645937634823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5808041645937634823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4083628820060950885</id><published>2008-03-27T18:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:51:57.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-ap-wi-prayerdeath,0,5766258.story"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-ap-wi-prayerdeath,0,5766258.story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "parents" let their daughter 11 year old daughter die of diabetes because they wanted to pray instead of giving her insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is one thing.  Stupidity is another.  For whatever you may believe- God, Allah, The Creator- made people smart enough to become doctors and scientists to create medications for illnesses such as this.  Faith with treatment.  Not Faith AS treatment.  Not in the case of diabetes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine watching as my child suffered in such a death.  Parents should protect their kids.  Not kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these folks are charged with involuntary manslaughter. There is absolutely no reason to allow anyone- let alone their 11 year old die such a horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sibling has Type 1 or Juvenile Diabetes. He's had to give shots since age 3. Not once, did my folks say- oh let's not give the insulin and see what happens. They knew what would happen. He would die. Slowly and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, to me, is just unf*ckingbelievable. Insulin is readily and easily available. To know that this poor girl lay in a coma for who knows how long and was allowed to die that way- it's just awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better- the "parents" aren't the ones who called 911- it was friends of the family who had the sense to call when they realized the girl wasn't breathing. Even the aunt who lived in another state called police to report the girl was in a coma and needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-4083628820060950885?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4083628820060950885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4083628820060950885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4083628820060950885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4083628820060950885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5061938956813354017</id><published>2008-03-25T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:27.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-nKigZH-2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/sHOmFUmvjVk/s1600-h/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181895540426144610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-nKigZH-2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/sHOmFUmvjVk/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550500668198065172-5061938956813354017?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5061938956813354017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5061938956813354017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5061938956813354017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5061938956813354017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday_25.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-nKigZH-2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/sHOmFUmvjVk/s72-c/IMG_0996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3218409355536817797</id><published>2008-03-24T18:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:27.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-gq3QZH-1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6152KjsqwlU/s1600-h/IMG_1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181438500071275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-gq3QZH-1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6152KjsqwlU/s320/IMG_1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Easter was enjoyed by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of spring break and we decided to go for it full force. The Pipsqueak had 10 inches cut from her hair. Yup. Ten. Inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ponytail was kept and will be sent to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt; to help make a wig for a child with cancer. Still, I'm in shock to see the Pipsqueak's hair so short. So. Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it of course. It is a cute cut. She still looks adorable. I just know that I will miss braiding it and pulling it up, etc. So. Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's just hair- it will grow back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3218409355536817797?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3218409355536817797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3218409355536817797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3218409355536817797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3218409355536817797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-gq3QZH-1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6152KjsqwlU/s72-c/IMG_1765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5352674800059672458</id><published>2008-03-22T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:28.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back... I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-VPHAZH-0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DCX67lWl8GE/s1600-h/aliahands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180633928142682946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-VPHAZH-0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DCX67lWl8GE/s320/aliahands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after about 2 weeks of computer issues, I think I'm back to being able to post and check email. The internet provider has been changed and all problems seem to have stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pipsqueak and I enjoyed colouring eggs today and I am trying to get things ready before the Easter Bunny comes by tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Easter weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8550500668198065172-5352674800059672458?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5352674800059672458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5352674800059672458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5352674800059672458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5352674800059672458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-i-think.html' title='Back... I think'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R-VPHAZH-0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DCX67lWl8GE/s72-c/aliahands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-6808060160730857248</id><published>2008-03-15T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:54:55.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Trifle</title><content type='html'>This recipe was brought into our family by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; whose mother happens to be British.  This has become a family favourite desert at gatherings.  If you try it, let me know if you like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trifle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- 1 frozen Sara Lee pound cake (16 oz)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 cans of strawberry or raspberry pie filling&lt;br /&gt;- 2 cans of Devon custard&lt;br /&gt;-2 jars of clotted cream&lt;br /&gt;- 1 container of cool whip (medium or small size should do)&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 or 3/4 cup of sherry (this is optional,)&lt;br /&gt;- fresh strawberries, raspberries, or mixed berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- let the pound cake thaw out enough to cut it into finger size strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-use a deep container or bowl to layer everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1st layer is the pound cake strips (just pack them in close together) then drizzle sherry over the pound cake if you include it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; layer is one can of your pie filling spread on top of the pound cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3rd layer spread the 2 jars of clotted cream on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; layer pour the Devon cream on top of the clotted cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- repeat all the layers except the clotted cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spread the cool whip on the very top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- put fresh strawberries or raspberries (or mixed berries) on top of the cool whip - I usually go with strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cover with some plastic wrap and refrigerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-6808060160730857248?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6808060160730857248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=6808060160730857248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6808060160730857248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/6808060160730857248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easy-peasy-trifle.html' title='Easy Peasy Trifle'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-4305942409761372627</id><published>2008-03-12T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:28.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9gLvbkjn6I/AAAAAAAAAII/2YYrSgqG1ms/s1600-h/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176900681145229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9gLvbkjn6I/AAAAAAAAAII/2YYrSgqG1ms/s320/IMG_0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550500668198065172-4305942409761372627?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4305942409761372627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=4305942409761372627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4305942409761372627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/4305942409761372627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9gLvbkjn6I/AAAAAAAAAII/2YYrSgqG1ms/s72-c/IMG_0968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7326907120974041587</id><published>2008-03-09T15:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:28.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9RATrkjn5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gcjDezvSvmc/s1600-h/Snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175832578613288850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9RATrkjn5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gcjDezvSvmc/s320/Snowman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9Q_B7kjn3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HGfjl6AqeiQ/s1600-h/snowman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175831174158983026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9Q_B7kjn3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HGfjl6AqeiQ/s320/snowman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9Q9RrkjnzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oMMlF8GqGSg/s1600-h/Snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9Q8R7kjnwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UUeY8l5A0zs/s1600-h/snowman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pipsqueak had a painting chosen to be in the annual Arts and Music Elementary Festival in our neck of the woods. About 6 kids per grade level are chosen and about 10 school districts are involved so it's a big deal to get chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the "big city" to look at her painting today and had a great time seeing all the arts our local community has to offer. Here are a couple photos of her painting.  Not bad for a first grader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8550500668198065172-7326907120974041587?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7326907120974041587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7326907120974041587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7326907120974041587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7326907120974041587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/fame.html' title='FAME'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R9RATrkjn5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/gcjDezvSvmc/s72-c/Snowman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-748891361606109368</id><published>2008-03-06T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:40:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's History Month</title><content type='html'>In honour of women's history month- please check out this site &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/mindbodyandsoul/womenintheworld/staticslideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=3326194"&gt;10 amazing women you've never heard of&lt;/a&gt;.  They are truly remarkable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-748891361606109368?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/748891361606109368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=748891361606109368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/748891361606109368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/748891361606109368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/womens-history-month.html' title='Women&apos;s History Month'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-8175097549727747362</id><published>2008-03-05T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:29.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday-Snowday Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R88bzUGWHQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Hxtc9IblzIw/s1600-h/batsnow-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174385065254591746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R88bzUGWHQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Hxtc9IblzIw/s320/batsnow-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R88Z8kGWHPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ROl17YQonmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we see a pattern here? Another snowday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8550500668198065172-8175097549727747362?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8175097549727747362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=8175097549727747362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8175097549727747362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/8175097549727747362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday-snowday-again.html' title='Wordless Wednesday-Snowday Again'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R88bzUGWHQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Hxtc9IblzIw/s72-c/batsnow-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2019006564747072706</id><published>2008-02-27T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:29.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday-Snowday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R8XlRbV02AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wtIORrrr-gA/s1600-h/aliagypsyback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171791834664720386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R8XlRbV02AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wtIORrrr-gA/s320/aliagypsyback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550500668198065172-2019006564747072706?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2019006564747072706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2019006564747072706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2019006564747072706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2019006564747072706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/wordless-wednesday-snowday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday-Snowday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R8XlRbV02AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wtIORrrr-gA/s72-c/aliagypsyback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2289706732718255188</id><published>2008-02-20T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:11:03.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>The Pipsqueak is still sick.  She didn't go to school again today- though I thought she might try this afternoon.  Lunch buddies are there today and she still didn't go.  I know she's sick when this happens as she doesn't ever want to miss her lunch buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- off to check on the Pipsqueak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-2289706732718255188?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2289706732718255188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2289706732718255188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2289706732718255188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2289706732718255188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-so-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Not so wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-2056268300901603688</id><published>2008-02-19T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:29.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Start on Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R7t69rV01_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/CO46g-mNdu0/s1600-h/treeinice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168860197362653170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R7t69rV01_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/CO46g-mNdu0/s320/treeinice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R7t60rV01-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8XG6KdyDiog/s1600-h/gullyice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168860042743830498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R7t60rV01-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8XG6KdyDiog/s320/gullyice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8550500668198065172-2056268300901603688?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2056268300901603688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=2056268300901603688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2056268300901603688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/2056268300901603688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/jump-start-on-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Jump Start on Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbw5Ju_-CiM/R7t69rV01_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/CO46g-mNdu0/s72-c/treeinice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-5639286716353221357</id><published>2008-02-19T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:55:53.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illness</title><content type='html'>The Pipsqueak has been out of school since last Friday.  She also missed Wednesday last week, but went Thursday because of V-Day.  Not sure if she'll make it all day tomorrow.  Am thinking of sending her in the afternoon only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope she's feeling better soon.  This is her first 'big' illness ever.  The kid has had about 3 colds in her entire life- nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-5639286716353221357?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5639286716353221357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=5639286716353221357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5639286716353221357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/5639286716353221357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/illness.html' title='Illness'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-3686011037918936184</id><published>2008-02-14T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:12:46.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Diary  vs. Cat Diary</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email today and decided to post it tonight. It is so true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;DOG DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;11:45 - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5:30 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CAT DIARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.  They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, Icould hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the Guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-3686011037918936184?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3686011037918936184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=3686011037918936184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3686011037918936184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/3686011037918936184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/dog-diary-vs-cat-diary.html' title='Dog Diary  vs. Cat Diary'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550500668198065172.post-7898724341656418809</id><published>2008-02-12T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:35:11.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Mae Custody update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/TheLaw/story?id=4269986&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/TheLaw/story?id=4269986&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a news article that said Anna Mae Baker/He has returned to China with her biological family. Seeing as she was born in the U.S. and is a U.S. citizen, I don't know how the press are seeing her as returning to a country she's never been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to this little girl. I can't imagine trying to adjust to school life in a country so different than the U.S. Her biological parents have said they want her to go to an international school, but the fact is, they don't have the money to send her to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a U.S. citizen, what will happen to her? Will she be treated differently because of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions and an innocent little girl in the middle of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping Anna Mae is able to grow into a productive adult despite her childhood traumas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED TO ADD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at the photos of Anna through the years from the link above... There is one photo that stands out for me.  It's of Jack He, her bio siblings, Louise Baker, and her adopted sister Aimee Baker.  Anna is on Louise's lap and all body language is clearly indicating where she would like to be.  Anna is leaning toward her sister Aimee, leaned into Louise and not even close to being with her biosiblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another photo- this one of Anna on Mrs. He's lap at her 9th bday party at their church.  It's so different.  Anna isn't relaxed into Mrs. He, rather she's leaning forward onto the table and does not look comfortable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the way I'm "reading" the pictures, but after reading Anna Mae's answers to news media when she landed in China, my heart breaks for her again.  I hope she can adapt to China.  However, if she can't adapt, I hope the Hes will do what is best for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550500668198065172-7898724341656418809?l=mulberrysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7898724341656418809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8550500668198065172&amp;postID=7898724341656418809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7898724341656418809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8550500668198065172/posts/default/7898724341656418809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulberrysummer.blogspot.com/2008/02/anna-mae-custody-update.html' title='Anna Mae Custody update'/><author><name>Kikilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05848190244660492116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
