<?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-3203899191747122423</id><updated>2011-10-06T07:16:50.548-07:00</updated><category term='Reality TV'/><category term='Little Boy'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Dieting'/><title type='text'>Grab A Drink and Pull Up A Chair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2583321740393109248</id><published>2011-01-28T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:36:56.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Has What?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so I have had 2 babies, at two different hospitals and both were NICU babies.  Both NICU's had STRICT privacy policies.  For example, when the doctors were making their rounds, no parents could be in the NICU.  And if your baby was finally going to town on breastfeeding, after 3 days of trying to get her to latch on, well too bad, you still had to leave the NICU.  All this is to prevent people from hearing other peoples information.  OK.  Makes sense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then can someone please explain this nonsense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TUNfA2x6G4I/AAAAAAAABT0/z9B-4dV_lSc/s1600/hospitalroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TUNfA2x6G4I/AAAAAAAABT0/z9B-4dV_lSc/s400/hospitalroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567398032669547394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently had a friend in the hospital.  And he had a roommate.  A roommate.  Really?  My friend and his girlfriend knew when the roommate pee'd, poo'd, ate, had his last dose of antibiotics and if the nasty rash was looking better.  Gross.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never understand some things in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2583321740393109248?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2583321740393109248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2583321740393109248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2583321740393109248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2583321740393109248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-has-what.html' title='He Has What?!?!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TUNfA2x6G4I/AAAAAAAABT0/z9B-4dV_lSc/s72-c/hospitalroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6371256827937175674</id><published>2011-01-07T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:44:50.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who it is!!  Who would have thought, that adding one more little nugget to the family would throw my whole life/routine upside down?!?!  I tell you what, this little girl has come into our family like a tornado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TSfqok-GIII/AAAAAAAABTc/QIS0YlYS430/s400/IMG_0885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559670247851958402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has had colic, now has food allergies and is currently overcoming RSV or something like it.  Of course we wouldn't trade her sassy self for anything, I am just giving all of you an amazing excuse for my absence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days, you're lucky I shower, let alone blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, she still wakes up at least once a night and since she has RSV, I have to wake up every 2 hours (don't rub your eyes, you read that right) to give her breathing treatments.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, we have stocked up on Captain Morgan.  That reminds me, I need a refill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6371256827937175674?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6371256827937175674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6371256827937175674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6371256827937175674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6371256827937175674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TSfqok-GIII/AAAAAAAABTc/QIS0YlYS430/s72-c/IMG_0885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8372178951815837210</id><published>2010-12-07T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:20:09.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan McKay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TP8xiaLXLAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/F5KAk6cQWE8/s1600/DSCN1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TP8xiaLXLAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/F5KAk6cQWE8/s400/DSCN1844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548207733156031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat your heart out ladies!!  I met Dylan.  And I loved every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8372178951815837210?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8372178951815837210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8372178951815837210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8372178951815837210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8372178951815837210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/dylan-mckay.html' title='Dylan McKay'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TP8xiaLXLAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/F5KAk6cQWE8/s72-c/DSCN1844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1974708000465110003</id><published>2010-11-24T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:39:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Feel Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we are off to Chicago for the holiday.  I can't wait to go through security.  I have no problem going through the scanner because it's been 3 months since I have had Izzy and I look amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TO4PFPdpG-I/AAAAAAAABTI/bw8dtxJWPmQ/s400/Nude_X-ray_Scanner_at_Manchester_xlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543384774064282594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok in all honesty, I am a little nervous about the complementary ass grab.  I guess I am mostly nervous about them discovering that I am wearing Spanx.  Once they discover that, there goes my, "I just naturally look this good 3 months postpartum," act.  Crap.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I do know people are worried and feel violated, but what other security measures are left to take?  And honestly, if they don't do these "friendly feel ups" and some bad mamajama makes it on the plane, you just know the public will say TSA didn't do enough.  These poor people molesters are damned if they do and damned if they don't.  I kind of feel sorry for them.  Can you imagine having their job?  What if that greasy guy, 4 people back, who smells like B.O. and his hair looks like gremlins are living it, is the next RANDOM person to step on up and get the TSA Friendly Feel Up?  I am pretty sure that would be enough to make me walk off the job.  So just when you think you have it bad, remember that.  Gross.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1974708000465110003?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1974708000465110003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1974708000465110003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1974708000465110003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1974708000465110003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendly-feel-up.html' title='Friendly Feel Up'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TO4PFPdpG-I/AAAAAAAABTI/bw8dtxJWPmQ/s72-c/Nude_X-ray_Scanner_at_Manchester_xlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5350580227240575927</id><published>2010-10-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:41:22.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A TwiHeart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533579498308035970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TMs5PE0I5YI/AAAAAAAABSw/FtpU2U5HioE/s400/Bella.jpg" /&gt; Listen here, I am not a Twilight fan. I have never seen the movies or read the books. We picked little girl's name simply because we love the name Isabella. That name was popular way before all this silly vampire love. I am so tired of people telling me I must be a Twilight fan because of her name. You've read it here, I am not. Also, we decided instead of calling her Bella, we are going with Izzy. Why? Because look at her, she looks like an Izzy. And because everyone with the name Isabella, goes by Bella. We are trying to be a little different. Just a little. Thanks. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533584521238748770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TMs9zcsJHmI/AAAAAAAABS4/852TMchI5gg/s400/Oct+29+220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is sweet Izzy girl in her cute little Juicy outfit. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5350580227240575927?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5350580227240575927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5350580227240575927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5350580227240575927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5350580227240575927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-twiheart.html' title='Not A TwiHeart.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TMs5PE0I5YI/AAAAAAAABSw/FtpU2U5HioE/s72-c/Bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8878680977403185520</id><published>2010-10-23T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:12:17.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hubster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is the old man's birthday. Last week we threw him a surprise party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was VERY surprised to say the least. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531366928961887922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TMNc6lsd3rI/AAAAAAAABSg/UtC2FQeFjgA/s320/Oct+21+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, those are palm trees on his shirt.  He's old, we've been over this. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously though, I love the man like crazy.  He is the best husband a girl could ask for and the greatest daddy to our kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I tell you all that he cleaned the WHOLE house while I was in the hospital having the little girl?  He even shampooed the carpets and wiped down the baseboards.  He's amazing, I am telling you.  Of course, I'd love him even if he didn't do that, it just makes it 10 times better that he does things like that for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got a good one ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Babe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8878680977403185520?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8878680977403185520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8878680977403185520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8878680977403185520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8878680977403185520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-hubster.html' title='Happy Birthday Hubster'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TMNc6lsd3rI/AAAAAAAABSg/UtC2FQeFjgA/s72-c/Oct+21+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7509308318247338158</id><published>2010-10-04T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T16:46:12.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TKpkb2MC7vI/AAAAAAAABSY/stjkPHeIFxM/s1600/formula.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524338322488618738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TKpkb2MC7vI/AAAAAAAABSY/stjkPHeIFxM/s400/formula.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This stuff is nuts!  When you pay for this stuff, you feel like you've been robbed and violated.  It's $196 for a case of six 14oz cans.  14 ounce cans people!!!  That's robbery for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we've brought the little girl home she has had the thickest/foamiest (is that a word?) saliva.  It's so thick she chokes on it at least 156 times a day.  It's awful.  Plus she cries.  A lot.  A whole lot.  It's amazing. So finally today was her check up and I was 2 seconds into my "poor me my baby cries too much" speech when my doctor brought in two cans of this stuff.  Then he said, so where does little girl get her food allergies from?  Ok, I know I have had allergies, but I don't break out or get sick or anything so I have always ignored them. Well I guess my wheat/gluten allergy refuses to be ignored because now it's causing little girl to hate her life.  So my doctor gave me two choices.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choice 1 = Change my diet DRASTICALLY and wipe out wheat, gluten and dairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choice 2 = Eat Top Romen for the next 11 months so we can afford to spend $600 a month on the queen's formula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess which on the Hubster wants?  You guessed it, he said to lay off the bread crumbs.  Not only will it stop little girl from crying all day but it will also make me look like that Britney Spears photo a few posts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for the next 4 days I am to start my new diet and pump and dump all my milk.  Sick right?  My first pumping session, I dumped 9oz of breast milk.  That's ONE feeding.  I am pumping every 3 hours, can you imagine how much milk is going to waste? Not to mention all the supply I have in the freezer that now has to be thrown out.  Ugghh I should have known.  My first baby was sweet and perfect.  He never cried, slept through the night at 6 weeks and was just an angel baby.  And then there is little girl.  Who of course is just as sweet as can be, she is just so high maintenance.  And sassy.  And cranky.  And needy.  And addicted to her mommy.  I could go on and on and on.   But since we love her to pieces we decided we wouldn't hold this against her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck on this new diet/lifestyle change.  Have I mentioned how much I love carbs covered in cheese?  Like I said, wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7509308318247338158?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7509308318247338158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7509308318247338158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7509308318247338158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7509308318247338158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/10/liquid-gold.html' title='Liquid Gold'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TKpkb2MC7vI/AAAAAAAABSY/stjkPHeIFxM/s72-c/formula.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8773205072255196671</id><published>2010-09-16T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:18:16.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and I'm Crabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; A good crabby though. I have a new sweet little girl to love on, plus little boy is still cracking me up (and driving me insane) every day! I have been MIA lately trying to get into a routine. I just FINALLY uploaded the pictures from her birth. So Enjoy. And don't judge, I was not a huge swollen hippo before the surgery, but apparently all the fluids and meds they gave me during the c-section made me look like I swallowed the whole pacific ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Boy and I right after the surgery.  This was BEFORE I got super sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517714560978753010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcKLsjlfI/AAAAAAAABRw/B_I2VtbfsQw/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hubster and I once I was in my post partum room.  I was feeling good again, but shortly after this photo, I was sick again.  It made for an amazing day......&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517714564190124370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcKXqNOVI/AAAAAAAABR4/yrAgLn9aNkM/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sweet baby on CPAP.  She didn't make a peep at birth.  Pretty much the worst feeling ever. Don't worry though, she cries enough now to make up for it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517714574839346242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcK_VLdEI/AAAAAAAABSA/mIjN8oixI2Y/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was finally off of oxgen and the IV so we got to dress her.  She was still in the NICU since her heart rate wasn't stable. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517714581158598578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcLW3zl7I/AAAAAAAABSI/Q5kd9VfgiCM/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta Da!!  It's go time folks, Little Girl broke free and came home. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517714585297861266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcLmSrupI/AAAAAAAABSQ/XnbaN8OF-vA/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned, more pictures to come, including Little Boy's first time meeting Little Girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8773205072255196671?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8773205072255196671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8773205072255196671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8773205072255196671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8773205072255196671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back-and-im-crabby.html' title='I&apos;m Back and I&apos;m Crabby'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TJLcKLsjlfI/AAAAAAAABRw/B_I2VtbfsQw/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5701705585345655862</id><published>2010-09-04T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:42:34.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TIL1KVqL4BI/AAAAAAAABRg/aLCwT23mANc/s1600/44714_1530548059204_1099812319_1475953_901376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513238451816488978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TIL1KVqL4BI/AAAAAAAABRg/aLCwT23mANc/s400/44714_1530548059204_1099812319_1475953_901376_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabella Suzanne!!  &lt;div align="center"&gt;She was born on August 25, 2010 at 8:12am.  Weighing in at 7lbs 2oz.   She had a rough start but now she is home and is as sweet as ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pictures to come.........&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/3203899191747122423-5701705585345655862?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5701705585345655862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5701705585345655862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5701705585345655862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5701705585345655862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/introducing.html' title='Introducing.......'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TIL1KVqL4BI/AAAAAAAABRg/aLCwT23mANc/s72-c/44714_1530548059204_1099812319_1475953_901376_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8437073535244124484</id><published>2010-08-24T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:14:20.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Tomorrow is the big day. 7:30am to be exact. I will no longer be pregnant and I will have a cute little nugget to love on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, my body will be back to this.....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509118405815206114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/THRSAGQugOI/AAAAAAAABRY/abvCYIVMasI/s400/Britney-Spears-relese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No I am kidding.  It will take at least 2 weeks to look like that again.  Ok I am kidding again.  Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8437073535244124484?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8437073535244124484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8437073535244124484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8437073535244124484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8437073535244124484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-day.html' title='D Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/THRSAGQugOI/AAAAAAAABRY/abvCYIVMasI/s72-c/Britney-Spears-relese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6086407179504466294</id><published>2010-08-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:56:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong On Every Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it just me, or are these maternity photos creeeeeepy?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BYD-mmrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/nEkiPjqs6z0/s1600/Sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507270538472889010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BYD-mmrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/nEkiPjqs6z0/s320/Sean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hockey Mom?!?! p.s. your bra isn't hiding much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BX5La06I/AAAAAAAABRI/k-PDLEL7Bb0/s1600/570_0_resize_watermarked_watermark-16px_post_rt_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507270535573853090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BX5La06I/AAAAAAAABRI/k-PDLEL7Bb0/s320/570_0_resize_watermarked_watermark-16px_post_rt_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naked ones just scare me.  Big time.  Who spoons standing up anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BXY6y1sI/AAAAAAAABRA/1A41wlTw-NM/s1600/563_0_resize_watermarked_watermark-13px_post_rt_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507270526914188994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BXY6y1sI/AAAAAAAABRA/1A41wlTw-NM/s320/563_0_resize_watermarked_watermark-13px_post_rt_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no words for this one. Really? A tire? What, did she go into the tire shop for a repair and end up taking this gem of a man home? Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6086407179504466294?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6086407179504466294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6086407179504466294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6086407179504466294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6086407179504466294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/wrong-on-every-level.html' title='Wrong On Every Level'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TG3BYD-mmrI/AAAAAAAABRQ/nEkiPjqs6z0/s72-c/Sean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7991324394714149437</id><published>2010-08-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:35:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the movie, "The Sandlot?'  Remember the kid on there that says, "Forever" in a weird crazy voice?  That's how I feel.  Like I am going to be pregnant forever.  I am 36 weeks right now.  I am sick.  I have issues.  My body hates being pregnant and the funny thing is, so do I.  I had an amniocentesis done to see if Little Girls lungs are developed and of course, they aren't.  So what does that mean?  6 more weeks of winter of course.  The doctors want to deliver her just as bad as I want her to be delivered.  But if Little Girl isn't ready, we must not rush her.  And so we wait.  Some more.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7991324394714149437?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7991324394714149437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7991324394714149437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7991324394714149437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7991324394714149437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/pregnant-for-life.html' title='Pregnant For Life'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7682487066963069932</id><published>2010-08-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:12:59.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Stupid Question Is The One Not Asked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless you're asking a pregnant woman something. Then there is a 99% chance that it's a stupid question. Seriously. People ask pregnant women STUPID questions. And since I am on bed rest and bored, I feel like ranting about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Aren't you hot in this weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I actually love being 45lbs over weight in 113 degree weather, it's refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Does it suck to be so swollen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, no. I love misspelling every word in a text because my fingers are too fat to hit the right keys . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Are you so ready to have that baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not at all. I feel like I could go another 9 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Do you crave and eat cookies all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I really do, but that's besides the point. Who asks this to someone? And who cares if I do!! Are you worried about there being a cookie shortage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Aren't you so excited you're finally having a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally? I am on baby #2, not 12. I have one boy, not 17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. When are you due? You look like you're about to pop right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4 weeks and so do you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Should we stick a fork in you and see if you're done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should we hold a mirror to your face to see if it breaks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh since this is my last pregnancy, I really will miss hearing these amazing questions. But because this is my second pregnancy, I am learning to laugh when people ask me these things. I even give them sarcastic answers. Most people laugh back at me and realize the stupidity of their question, but some look shocked that I am laughing at them. How come the minute you're pregnant, your privacy goes out the door? Or strangers want to get all mushy and tell you how amazing child birth is and how awesome it is to have a little girl. Puke. Most people that know me, know I hate talking to strangers or random people and know that I really hate when people want to be all mushy with me about having a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Ok, so after proof reading this, maybe it is a good thing that I am stuck in my house, away from the public. Clearly it's not safe for me to be out with the general population.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/3203899191747122423-7682487066963069932?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7682487066963069932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7682487066963069932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7682487066963069932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7682487066963069932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-stupid-question-is-one-not-asked.html' title='The Only Stupid Question Is The One Not Asked...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6263674728518349785</id><published>2010-07-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:54:40.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Rest Day 1, Hour 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TFNI8TLjHeI/AAAAAAAABQw/Z_0LMB1zX8k/s1600/bedrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499819770727570914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TFNI8TLjHeI/AAAAAAAABQw/Z_0LMB1zX8k/s320/bedrest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been ordered. And not just a light order of, "lay down when you can," the exact words were, STRICT BED REST. I laughed. I seriously laughed at the nurse and said, "now that's a little dramatic don't you think?" Apparently she didn't think so. To make it even better, not only is this day 1 of bed rest, but I am also confined to my house. Every time I have to pee, I have to go in a bowl and dump it in a jug for the next 24 hours. They said to make sure that EVERY drop I have within the next 24 hours, goes in this jug. And since it didn't come with a cute carrying case, I am assuming they want to me stay home and do it in my own bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, I am in bed and I am bored out of my mind!! Obviously since I have little boy and he can't even wipe his own butt yet, I don't plan on staying in bed all day every day, it just sucks for today since I can't really leave the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need a manicure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6263674728518349785?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6263674728518349785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6263674728518349785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6263674728518349785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6263674728518349785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/bed-rest-day-1-hour-3.html' title='Bed Rest Day 1, Hour 3'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TFNI8TLjHeI/AAAAAAAABQw/Z_0LMB1zX8k/s72-c/bedrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6875468526538934964</id><published>2010-07-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:03:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TE4hnbrwfJI/AAAAAAAABQo/ojACjNhVYcE/s1600/IMG_6625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498369156395859090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TE4hnbrwfJI/AAAAAAAABQo/ojACjNhVYcE/s320/IMG_6625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man O Man I can't wait to be done!!  I know I hardly blog anymore but my fingers are so swollen that it takes an hour just to type.  These little sausages never hit the right keys, jerks.&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this, I am 34 weeks, what's that, 8.5 months?  I would give anything to be 37 weeks.  As soon as I hit the big 37, I plan on pulling out all the labor inducing tricks.  So if you have any amazing ideas on how to get the contractions going or my water to break, I'd love to hear them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6875468526538934964?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6875468526538934964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6875468526538934964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6875468526538934964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6875468526538934964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TE4hnbrwfJI/AAAAAAAABQo/ojACjNhVYcE/s72-c/IMG_6625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5212259117101731062</id><published>2010-07-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:24:20.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy, Party Of 1, You're Toilet Is Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TDa-s3DrUAI/AAAAAAAABQg/VE3goCntoMc/s1600/mbcn468l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491786473527791618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TDa-s3DrUAI/AAAAAAAABQg/VE3goCntoMc/s400/mbcn468l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, we are potty training. Today was our 2nd full day. It's going amazing. Ok I am lying. The pee part is going amazing. He took right to it and loves to go and have me do the "Little Boy Is Awesome" dance after he goes. Today he even started to recognize when he had to go and he would come tell me. I can say, we have not had a single pee accident. Score right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WRONG!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had 3 poop accidents. Seriously. It's annoying. Why can you come to me and say you have to pee, but when you have to poop, you run behind the couch, do your business, then come tell me, "oh yeah mommy by the way, I pooped." Thanks buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How the heck can I get him to go on the toilet? I know it's not going to happen over night and that the poop part takes forever, but MAN!! He mastered the pee with no problem. So now I am determined to get him to master the poop part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Do you think I can set a record for how many times I say poop in this post?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously though, I just want him to get it down. I am not doing diapers anymore so I am hoping he just gets sick of going in his underwear. Fingers Crossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5212259117101731062?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5212259117101731062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5212259117101731062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5212259117101731062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5212259117101731062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/zachary-party-of-1-youre-toilet-is.html' title='Little Boy, Party Of 1, You&apos;re Toilet Is Ready'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TDa-s3DrUAI/AAAAAAAABQg/VE3goCntoMc/s72-c/mbcn468l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4516599040133953298</id><published>2010-07-02T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:51:32.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies For Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I am loving that Little Girl's nursery is almost done. But now I am getting so anxious because I am ready to put her in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her bedding that we picked out. I also got the matching curtains to go with it, I couldn't resist. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489361283579114034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4hAOeD8jI/AAAAAAAABPw/QPuKsfflnCc/s320/51tdcRyWeRL__AA260_.jpg" /&gt;Here is one of her diaper bags. Yes, I said one of. Most women have a purse problem, I have a diaper bag problem. With Little Boy, I think we had 4 diaper bags. And I say we because the Hubster had to have a manly one for him. Cute isn't he? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489360421146771938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4gOBqKweI/AAAAAAAABPg/HvlMhsRWkhM/s320/touring%2520rhone%2520blooms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the letters I ordered to go over her crib.  I didn't do dream though, I did Isabella, duh.  But I loved the plain, lowercase look.  Her bedding and curtains are so busy so I wanted the letters to be calm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489364830500252658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4kOrx9a_I/AAAAAAAABQQ/Th-R0rLQwis/s400/alphabet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I can't stop shopping &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/3busybzboutique"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Little Girl. There is the cutest stuff in this store and I am addicted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489363457303165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4i-wOQuWI/AAAAAAAABP4/lGjGL0bdASo/s320/il_155x125_126069491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489363463246275394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4i_GXNY0I/AAAAAAAABQA/W5TIyJDG5z8/s320/il_430xN_148558908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well once I get the Hubster to put up her letters and get her shelves done, I will post pictures of the room all put together!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4516599040133953298?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4516599040133953298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4516599040133953298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4516599040133953298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4516599040133953298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodies-for-little-girl.html' title='Goodies For Little Girl'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TC4hAOeD8jI/AAAAAAAABPw/QPuKsfflnCc/s72-c/51tdcRyWeRL__AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-9181205079268898195</id><published>2010-06-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:38:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TCkH-ha0b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ew0pmlu1OrI/s1600/7.5pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926391631802210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TCkH-ha0b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ew0pmlu1OrI/s400/7.5pregnant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The camera adds 10 lbs right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-9181205079268898195?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9181205079268898195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=9181205079268898195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/9181205079268898195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/9181205079268898195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/75-months.html' title='7.5 Months'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TCkH-ha0b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ew0pmlu1OrI/s72-c/7.5pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1130281168334021566</id><published>2010-06-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:49:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's All Mine Baybee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This ladies and gentlemen, is my new pride and joy.  I love her.  I love everything about her.  And this next week, I will be debuting her at Disneyland.  Isn't she amazing?  Go ahead, drool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her as a single stroller, which is what it will be used as until I give birth to Little Girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT67sMZOI/AAAAAAAABPI/xJn8uACL8Dc/s1600/phpThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484139611918460130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT67sMZOI/AAAAAAAABPI/xJn8uACL8Dc/s400/phpThumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what it will look like once little girl is here.  She will be riding in style of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT6T384lI/AAAAAAAABPA/OM8OLRNbCFU/s1600/yhst-14016457918231_2111_586647border%3D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484139601230357074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT6T384lI/AAAAAAAABPA/OM8OLRNbCFU/s400/yhst-14016457918231_2111_586647border%3D1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 4 options are the options I will be using the most.  The double will usually only come into play when we are on vacations.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT5z_1JnI/AAAAAAAABO4/h-T_oFKPI3E/s1600/prod_000000_baby_jogger_city_select_combinations_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484139592673470066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT5z_1JnI/AAAAAAAABO4/h-T_oFKPI3E/s400/prod_000000_baby_jogger_city_select_combinations_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.  Did I already say that?  Well I do.  It rides like a Cadillac and that makes me happy AND The Hubster happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap.  Did you ever think there would come a day when you would be going nuts over a stroller?  I sure didn't.  But here I am, going nuts over a stroller.  It's sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1130281168334021566?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1130281168334021566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1130281168334021566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1130281168334021566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1130281168334021566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-all-mine-baybee.html' title='She&apos;s All Mine Baybee'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBuT67sMZOI/AAAAAAAABPI/xJn8uACL8Dc/s72-c/phpThumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5901843683206827372</id><published>2010-06-17T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:14:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know who you are. I know my due date. I have known it since I found out I was pregnant. Most women know their due dates. So why, why why why do you still insist on telling me how I am going to be pregnant all summer during the heat? Do you think that I didn't think of that? Do you think that you're the first person to tell me that? Like holy crap, thanks for telling me because I had no clue!! Seriously, shut up. I know that's rude and that my mom hates when I say shut up, but shut up. Since there is nothing I can do about it and there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; nothing you can do about it, shut up. I prefer to be pregnant in the summer. I love that I can sit in the pool and feel amazing. So next time you decide to open your big annoying mouth, don't. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5901843683206827372?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5901843683206827372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5901843683206827372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5901843683206827372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5901843683206827372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-you.html' title='Dear You,'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-540843741877067664</id><published>2010-06-10T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:59:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Seriously, I have had nothing to post about. Nothing exciting going on here folks. Except the fact that I went to a pool at a casino down on the strip and look who was there...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481313512081248258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBGJmRYm0AI/AAAAAAAABOY/TgN6mtqFu24/s400/larrythecableguy2.jpg" /&gt;Larry The Cable Guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes he was SUPER nice. So friendly to everyone and seriously hilarious. Oh and yes, his armpits stunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-540843741877067664?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/540843741877067664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=540843741877067664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/540843741877067664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/540843741877067664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/boring-life.html' title='Boring Life'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/TBGJmRYm0AI/AAAAAAAABOY/TgN6mtqFu24/s72-c/larrythecableguy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-760901072730775216</id><published>2010-05-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:15:29.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday was my scheduled shower and oh my gosh was it fun!!  Let me just tell you that opening girlie stuff is so much fun.  I love pink.  I love everything about it.  So having two showers in a row where I got nothing but pink girlie stuff, makes me giddy.  So many people showed up to spoil The Hubster and I.  Even Little Boy got in on the action, he got a few gifts too!  Awesome right?  I swear I have the best family and friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures from that day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am in all my glory.  6 Months and way too big.  It's true what "they" say about your second, your belly is twice as big.  So that's my story and I am sticking to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRarZKldI/AAAAAAAABOQ/h7fjxp15nWo/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270396998227410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRarZKldI/AAAAAAAABOQ/h7fjxp15nWo/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me with the best in-laws a girl could ask for.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRaE6GXqI/AAAAAAAABOI/SeBr8p32tJ8/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270386667380386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRaE6GXqI/AAAAAAAABOI/SeBr8p32tJ8/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Heather.....Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRZ35QhJI/AAAAAAAABOA/BJgNuUhuiks/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270383174190226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRZ35QhJI/AAAAAAAABOA/BJgNuUhuiks/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Candy Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRZcuTGUI/AAAAAAAABN4/HHtCjXOYits/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270375880464706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRZcuTGUI/AAAAAAAABN4/HHtCjXOYits/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270367104825682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRY8CBeVI/AAAAAAAABNw/OUgoB4Vzs60/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun and I have my mom to thank for it all!  She made all the food and decorated for me.  All I had to do was eat and enjoy.  Thanks Mom....love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-760901072730775216?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/760901072730775216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=760901072730775216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/760901072730775216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/760901072730775216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-shower-2.html' title='Baby Shower #2'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wRarZKldI/AAAAAAAABOQ/h7fjxp15nWo/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6995557318782485185</id><published>2010-05-18T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:21:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On May 16th my cousin Amy and my Aunt Kathy surprised me with a baby shower.  I went to California for a wedding and to spend time with my family, only to be shocked with this.  I love all these ladies and feel so special that they planned this for me.  I was really bad about taking pictures because I was visiting with people that I hadn't seen in a long time.  But my Uncle Jim snapped a few good ones, so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food spread.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475266718840036306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOElL6m9I/AAAAAAAABNI/OIDsPz5kAqw/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475266730598616178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOFQ_YTHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/szySse7cwKs/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My awesome cousins Amy and Becca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOG30UJjI/AAAAAAAABNo/cXOhUmaDZr0/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475266758201058866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOG30UJjI/AAAAAAAABNo/cXOhUmaDZr0/s200/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, very excited about bottle nipples. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOGW8jGsI/AAAAAAAABNg/-cTF8FWgJGI/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475266749377223362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOGW8jGsI/AAAAAAAABNg/-cTF8FWgJGI/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOF3K4hhI/AAAAAAAABNY/h8dlwogrKKE/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475266740847412754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOF3K4hhI/AAAAAAAABNY/h8dlwogrKKE/s200/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun at this shower and it was so much fun to see everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again to my Aunt Kathy and cousin Amy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6995557318782485185?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6995557318782485185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6995557318782485185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6995557318782485185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6995557318782485185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-shower-1.html' title='Baby Shower #1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S_wOElL6m9I/AAAAAAAABNI/OIDsPz5kAqw/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2712473466261627215</id><published>2010-05-16T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:24:04.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been MIA and I am so sorry.  I could sit here and list off some excuses, but mostly I am just tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, this weekend I left the Little Boy at home with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hubster&lt;/span&gt; and I took off to California for a long weekend.  I THOUGHT I was going there for a wedding and ended up being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; with a baby shower.  Sweet right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now keep your pants on, once I get home I will upload some pictures....stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2712473466261627215?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2712473466261627215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2712473466261627215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2712473466261627215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2712473466261627215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/california-extravaganza.html' title='California Extravaganza'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7157083300453109053</id><published>2010-04-21T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:58:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock Up Your Granddaddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me start by saying how in love I am with The Hubster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that that is out of the way, can we just talk about these two silver foxes?!?!  What is my problem?  I have a HUGE thing for Salt &amp;amp; Pepper hair borderline gray hair.  It's sick right?  I am only 27!!  Even The Hubster has an amazing head of salt and pepper hair and I love it.  My friends tease me about this obsession, but I think they are secretly jealous.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so we all know how much I love me some Andy Cooper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you not?  Look at those baby blues?!?  Plus, he is a news anchor, so not only is he handsome, he's smart.  It's a package people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S8-ZDcQKH_I/AAAAAAAABMg/metbOcFSpNM/s1600/anderson-cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462753157426323442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S8-ZDcQKH_I/AAAAAAAABMg/metbOcFSpNM/s320/anderson-cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now recently, I haved discovered a new silver fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, while watching the reunion special of "16 and Pregnant" I couldn't stop checking out Dr. Drew's hair.  Who knew he was such a babe?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost makes you want to go to rehab huh??&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S8-ZDCOr0gI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ry9LILXT1fw/s1600/drdrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462753150440821250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S8-ZDCOr0gI/AAAAAAAABMY/Ry9LILXT1fw/s320/drdrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7157083300453109053?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7157083300453109053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7157083300453109053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7157083300453109053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7157083300453109053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/04/lock-up-your-granddaddies.html' title='Lock Up Your Granddaddies'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S8-ZDcQKH_I/AAAAAAAABMg/metbOcFSpNM/s72-c/anderson-cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2829871335402454450</id><published>2010-04-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:35:01.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Long Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The proof is in the pudding people.  That right there is a little girl nugget.  The Hubster and I couldn't be happier.  Well, I am sure The Hubster could be happier, he would probably LOVE it if I stopped buying stuff.  I can't help it.  Yes I know, she won't wear half the stuff or I won't need it, but tell that to the birds because this mama doesn't care.  She already has more headbands then all the Duggar Girls combined and more onsies then a family with triplets.  She's excited about it all too, I just know it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1xXjgmI/AAAAAAAABMQ/SlviqQTS3KM/s1600/itsagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462287829157773922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1xXjgmI/AAAAAAAABMQ/SlviqQTS3KM/s320/itsagirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of excitement, she's so excited ALL THE TIME, that she constantly kicks my bladder with those long legs of hers.  Even the Dr. and ultrasound tech couldn't get over her long limbs.  I was just thinking, YES!!  She will be tall and pretty and not short and squatty like her mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1kahq9I/AAAAAAAABMI/W8JedfuUM-4/s1600/cutie!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462287825680575442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1kahq9I/AAAAAAAABMI/W8JedfuUM-4/s320/cutie!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here she is again, just kicking away, making sure I empty my bladder every 5 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet already isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1bz2SYI/AAAAAAAABMA/CznsbKVfEE0/s1600/longleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462287823370865026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1bz2SYI/AAAAAAAABMA/CznsbKVfEE0/s320/longleg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2829871335402454450?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2829871335402454450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2829871335402454450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2829871335402454450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2829871335402454450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/04/daddy-long-legs.html' title='Daddy Long Legs'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S83x1xXjgmI/AAAAAAAABMQ/SlviqQTS3KM/s72-c/itsagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4499716164909167048</id><published>2010-04-03T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:46:55.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7ft_Lc9BnI/AAAAAAAABLo/fq3jF4kELqo/s1600/67763716v4_480x480_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456091143244416626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7ft_Lc9BnI/AAAAAAAABLo/fq3jF4kELqo/s400/67763716v4_480x480_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at Babies R Us at the registry counter waiting my turn, when I over hear another customer lady and the employee sharing birth stories. At one point, the customer lady turns to me and asks me if I know what she means about the pain (of giving birth). I of course said "Oh yes, it's awful, but thank goodness for Demerol and Epidurals." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right as I finished this sentence, the look on this lady's face changed to a look as if I just told her that her dog died. She looked horrified. She told me that if I used those, then I have no idea what pain is and that she is on her third boy and this will be her third natural pregnancy. In shock that she just said all that to me, I just told her how awesome I thought that was, but that I was way too big of a sissy to go all natural. (when I really wanted to tell her that if she was on her third boy, what the hell was she registering for!??!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where it gets good.....or better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went on and on about how she doesn't understand women that get drugged up to bring a child in to this world and that she thinks that's just as bad as drinking during pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, at this point I was wondering how long I would be in jail if I hit her. But instead I controlled my urge and just responded nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "Well, drinking during pregnancy can harm the child and epidurals are safe, so I am not sure how those are the same." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her response to me is that drugs and alcohol aren't used to conceive the baby so why would they be used to birth the baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just laughed and said, "Apparently you weren't around the night Little Girl was conceived because I am 100% positive that there was alcohol involved." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, that shut her up. Made the employee and I crack up too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. In person, this conversation wasn't as snotty as it sounds typed out, but it was SASSY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4499716164909167048?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4499716164909167048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4499716164909167048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4499716164909167048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4499716164909167048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7ft_Lc9BnI/AAAAAAAABLo/fq3jF4kELqo/s72-c/67763716v4_480x480_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5454032419004718189</id><published>2010-03-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:27:10.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7QEcNOcldI/AAAAAAAABLg/W6-1w4JPH0M/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454989931285616082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7QEcNOcldI/AAAAAAAABLg/W6-1w4JPH0M/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7QEPAOkMbI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O7E2ZW04tas/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454989716776198450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7QEPuHaoTI/AAAAAAAABLY/aJir57vm778/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" /&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/3203899191747122423-5454032419004718189?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5454032419004718189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5454032419004718189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5454032419004718189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5454032419004718189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7QEcNOcldI/AAAAAAAABLg/W6-1w4JPH0M/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4430141220086247899</id><published>2010-03-29T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:49:34.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Packing The Sass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7E3jeoZaYI/AAAAAAAABLI/kFvhzXRPhUY/s1600/its-a-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454201706379831682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7E3jeoZaYI/AAAAAAAABLI/kFvhzXRPhUY/s320/its-a-girl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right!  I am busy growing a sassy mini version of me!  Don't be scared though, she won't be able to affect the world in a sassy way until she is at least one....I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her sweet little name will be Isabella Suzanne.  And yes, we plan on calling her Bella for short.  The Hubster picked this name out, cute right?  Now let's just see if he does pony tails as well as he picks names.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of doing things well, can we just talk about how guys are hopeless when it comes to getting kids dressed or doing their hair?? Poor Little Boy, if I leave it up to the Hubster to get him dressed, he looks like they picked out his clothes blind folded.  Why is it that men can go into their closet and pick out a nice outfit that MATCHES yet when it comes to kids, they all of a sudden forgot that green pants with a blue stripe don't match a yellow and orange patterned shirt?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess some questions will never be answered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4430141220086247899?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4430141220086247899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4430141220086247899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4430141220086247899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4430141220086247899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-packing-sass.html' title='I&apos;m Packing The Sass'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S7E3jeoZaYI/AAAAAAAABLI/kFvhzXRPhUY/s72-c/its-a-girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6739412281352027377</id><published>2010-03-22T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:49:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6eeOZsWAEI/AAAAAAAABLA/GGCuHxy-0eM/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451499844207509570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6eeOZsWAEI/AAAAAAAABLA/GGCuHxy-0eM/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much has changed with the bump.  Thank goodness!!!  The clothes I was wearing at 12 weeks still fit, if not better.  I haven't gained much weight, I think for the whole pregnancy I am up 5lbs.  Which for me, is AWESOME!  I am the kind of person that if I just think about a donut, I will gain weight.  I know, it's not fair.  This Wednesday I am going in for a "gender check" ultra sound.  I am so excited I can't even stand it.  I am just hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping (you get the idea) that the baby cooperates and shows us his goodies!  Little boy wasn't shy at all.  Every time we took a peek at him in the belly, he was right there in front of the camera letting everyone see what he was working with.  So please keep your fingers crossed for me that this one is the same way, not shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6739412281352027377?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6739412281352027377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6739412281352027377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6739412281352027377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6739412281352027377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-weeks.html' title='15 Weeks'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6eeOZsWAEI/AAAAAAAABLA/GGCuHxy-0eM/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-88333638729149156</id><published>2010-03-18T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:56:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm Of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about you, but I love me some Rod Stewart. I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard his song. It was instant love. And now, nothing puts me in a better mood than a song by him. So you can imagine how bad I wet my pants when I saw him walking across the street from us in Miami Beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These aren't the best pictures, but he kept stopping to take pictures with people, so I didn't want to run across the street (and get killed) just to be another person bugging him. Plus by this time, I am sure the Hubster had had enough of my crazy celeb stalking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450109478251154098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6Ktsc4mSrI/AAAAAAAABKo/dp0Ev_taaKc/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450109488544342850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6KttDOr40I/AAAAAAAABK4/0f97dOkFk2Y/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450109482385874546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6KtssSZHnI/AAAAAAAABKw/KxJ2KUpNEvA/s400/028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;How nice is he posing with this guy in the wheel chair? Seriously he stopped for anyone who asked. What a trooper my guy Rod is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-88333638729149156?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/88333638729149156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=88333638729149156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/88333638729149156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/88333638729149156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhythm-of-my-heart.html' title='Rhythm Of My Heart'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S6Ktsc4mSrI/AAAAAAAABKo/dp0Ev_taaKc/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2577972057739189171</id><published>2010-03-15T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:47:17.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S58ISbpFFEI/AAAAAAAABKg/eB2JaPnXTxI/s1600-h/DSCN0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083186892313666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S58ISbpFFEI/AAAAAAAABKg/eB2JaPnXTxI/s400/DSCN0961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dad with his parents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sadly, today we had to say goodbye to his mom, The Nana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never lost someone close to me and even though we didn't have the Grandma/Granddaughter relationship I wish we had, my heart aches like it never has before.  It aches for my Papa, Dad, Aunt and Uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please keep them in your thoughts as they go through this tough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2577972057739189171?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2577972057739189171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2577972057739189171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2577972057739189171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2577972057739189171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunshine-lost.html' title='Sunshine Lost'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S58ISbpFFEI/AAAAAAAABKg/eB2JaPnXTxI/s72-c/DSCN0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1713799143983613772</id><published>2010-03-14T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:15:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Thanks to my friend Kate, I stumbled on this beauty.  The Baby Jogger City Select.  Can we say AMAZING?!?!?  Just look at all the seating arrangements? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5z6fLdvffI/AAAAAAAABKY/v64nLwpIpnc/s1600-h/7165F5287CB849CF9AD2F3A28B6D87BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448505062771883506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5z6fLdvffI/AAAAAAAABKY/v64nLwpIpnc/s400/7165F5287CB849CF9AD2F3A28B6D87BB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5z6e1gCcVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TPQOg7c03N0/s1600-h/combinationsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448505056875934034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5z6e1gCcVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TPQOg7c03N0/s400/combinationsquare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now it's a little pricey, ok a lot pricey.  But the Hubster likes this one too, so it makes it ok right?  He still loved it even after I let him in on the price, go figure!  I think it helped that he wasn't too fond of the normal double wide or double long strollers.  He took one like this for a little ride around the store and said it drove like a Cadillac, the rest is history.  Let me just tell you how excited I am about this.  This stroller is amazing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It will be mine, right after I get 3 more jobs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1713799143983613772?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1713799143983613772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1713799143983613772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1713799143983613772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1713799143983613772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-at-first-stroll.html' title='Love At First Stroll'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5z6fLdvffI/AAAAAAAABKY/v64nLwpIpnc/s72-c/7165F5287CB849CF9AD2F3A28B6D87BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2069894960813553252</id><published>2010-03-12T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:45:25.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Makes Sense Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5sG4-fwNpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ksmD3_mwUoA/s1600-h/im_grounding_my_husband_pm-thumb-270x270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447955750153369234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5sG4-fwNpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ksmD3_mwUoA/s400/im_grounding_my_husband_pm-thumb-270x270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I now understand why women should wait to have babies until they are married. Sure, some might say because that's what's right and what the bible says. However, I say that it's because when you are LEGALLY tied to someone, it's a lot harder for them to leave you. Why would they leave you? Because you are a hormonal beast!! At least I am. Every night around 7pm, I turn into pregzilla. It's bad and I feel horrible for the Hubster. Seriously, one minute I am frustrated with him for not hanging out with me, the next minute I am telling him I want to be alone and just nap. Then the next minute, I am telling him I can't sleep and that I am hungry. Then when he brings me the food, I am passed out and now I am pissed that he woke me up to give me the food. See? Poor sucker just can't win. My favorite though and I am sure it's his favorite too, is when I apologize for being like that and say it's just that I am so emotional and I can't control it. He then of course hugs me and says it's ok because he understands my situation. Oh crap, here comes the rage again. "MY SITUATION?!?!" When did this become just MY situation?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it starts all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So again, I think it's very important for us women to marry our men BEFORE we show them our crazy hormonal pregnant side. And during the pregnancy, you just have to hope that your man will constantly remind himself of that amazing women he married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha little do they know that the post baby blues are worse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2069894960813553252?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2069894960813553252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2069894960813553252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2069894960813553252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2069894960813553252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/it.html' title='It All Makes Sense Now'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5sG4-fwNpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ksmD3_mwUoA/s72-c/im_grounding_my_husband_pm-thumb-270x270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4578556791151888476</id><published>2010-03-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:49:20.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are missing this guy in a bad way!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446428248548816706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5WZorlnt0I/AAAAAAAABJw/nkaq5CH130g/s400/IMG_2214.JPG" /&gt;We took a little week vacation to ourselves, just to get away and enjoy some couple time before we become a family of four.  Of course we are having a blast, but man, we are missing the MESS out of Little Boy.  Every time we call him, he gets sad and whines for us to come home.  Talk about breaking my heart.  Sunday night after I hung up with him, I lost it.  We were driving back to the hotel and I just cried.  I felt so bad for leaving him.  He has no concept of time so who knows if he even understands that Mommy and Daddy are coming back.  Ahhhh my poor little baby boy!!  Now, I know he's fine and I know it's good for us to get out as adults, but it doesn't make it any easier.  The Hubster and I decided that it will be awhile before we run off for 6 days alone again.  I just don't think I can handle anymore sad phone calls from little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4578556791151888476?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4578556791151888476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4578556791151888476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4578556791151888476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4578556791151888476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/withdrawls.html' title='Withdrawls'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5WZorlnt0I/AAAAAAAABJw/nkaq5CH130g/s72-c/IMG_2214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8091422267460950283</id><published>2010-03-07T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:04:24.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Miami.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ok, you know how that song goes! I felt like singing it while skipping down the streets of South Beach. This place was amazing! Of course, it helped that the Hubster let me hunt down the "Dash Miami" store and check it out. Once I found it, I was expecting to just go in and look around and then leave. Yeah, it didn't go like that at all. It just so happens that the Kardashian girls were in town and filming! So in order to go into the store, I had to sign a film release and wait in line. Because the store is so small, they were only letting around 8-10 people in at a time which is what caused the line. If too many people were in there, it would make it harder to film. Ok, so now that you have the details, on to the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;While I was in there, I got to snap a few pictures. So here they are.....just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The line out front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039365394731602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5Q38s8lklI/AAAAAAAABI4/BgPAx1Ut2IU/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TaDa!! Dash Miami Baybee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446107468661464018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5R141YrG9I/AAAAAAAABJo/b05v2DIe8d8/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was REAL LIFE paparazzi!! At first, I thought he was just a total creeper. He started asking me if I was a fan and did I watch their show. I was just saying, "yeah yeah," and then all of a sudden, he pops out this huge camera and starts showing us pictures he got of the Kardashian girls! How crazy right? The pictures he had were amazing....even the Hubster was amazed. I can't wait to see if they end up in a magazine.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039356753868530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5Q38MwcdvI/AAAAAAAABIo/WpIpf5m7614/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the store, there was a film crew setting up. I totally took this picture before the guy could realize what I was doing. Sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039337506632226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5Q37FDi8iI/AAAAAAAABIY/5oNFeg220xQ/s320/023.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo I found on the internet of the girls in the store, at the counter. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103429442853842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5RyNuH6W9I/AAAAAAAABJI/RF-1WNfWPBw/s320/87899455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my photo!! I was standing right there. I didn't get the whole counter, because I wasn't even sure if I could take photos, so I didn't want to get the employees in the shot. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103448657705218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5RyO1tFuQI/AAAAAAAABJY/-b4NxgOHnDA/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also found this photo on the internet. Obviously it's Kourtney and she's sitting in the chair at DASH. By the way, this photo was taken 2 days before I was there. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103440300584114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5RyOWkmLLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/tHZhrhse_H4/s320/INFphoto_1205491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is me sitting in that same chair!! Love it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103458823776210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5RyPbk3p9I/AAAAAAAABJg/eAKnseC_eqU/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now I am sure you are DYING to know if I got to meet the girls. Ok, at least humor me and act like you're dying to know. :) While I was in there, the producer comes out and announces that they are about to start filming. This is where I about died. The whole time I was in the store, I hadn't seen one freaking Kardashian. But hearing that they were going to start filming made me so excited. That obviously meant that the girls were coming out. Also, at that point, one of the producers said that we couldn't take anymore photos or ask for autographs. OMG I was about to die. (yes, I just used OMG.) By now, the employees have been mic'd and there are two camera guys and one guy holding the long microphone........and I am still waiting. All of a freaking sudden, here comes Kourtney Kardashian!!! I tried not to get all giddy like a little kid.   It was hard though, I love her.  Seriously though, she came out, did something with the computer, talked to her employees about one of them having food in her teeth, then went back into the back room.  And that was it.  That was all!  Crazy right?  But the crew stayed out in the store and filmed a couple of the employees being silly with customers.  It was all just so surreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So there you have it, my run in with the Kardashians. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just another thing I can cross off my bucket list.  Kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8091422267460950283?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8091422267460950283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8091422267460950283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8091422267460950283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8091422267460950283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-in-miami.html' title='I&apos;m In Miami.......'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S5Q38s8lklI/AAAAAAAABI4/BgPAx1Ut2IU/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8790408811139367844</id><published>2010-02-28T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:49:48.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Week Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I am behind, but just deal with it ok?  When you see my ginormous belly at only 12 weeks, you will feel sorry for me.  At least I hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4rH4sXq2bI/AAAAAAAABHw/DdOWV76nYUY/s1600-h/12+weeks+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443382876427704754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4rH4sXq2bI/AAAAAAAABHw/DdOWV76nYUY/s320/12+weeks+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really?!?!  Look at that thing.  I am barely 3 months and I look like I am in my 6th month.  WTH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4rH4JyCjhI/AAAAAAAABHo/lfkKzPzLD_o/s1600-h/12+weeks+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443382867143069202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4rH4JyCjhI/AAAAAAAABHo/lfkKzPzLD_o/s320/12+weeks+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's even worse after I eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are off to Florida for a little Mommy and Daddy R&amp;amp;R.  When we get back, we have our OB visit and our Perinatologist visit.  Keep your fingers crossed that the Perinatologist will be able to see the sex.  I know it's "early" but the private parts will be there and in place, it's just a matter of can we see them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and p.s. my pants are buttoned in this picture!  Ever since the belly moved up, I can button them again.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8790408811139367844?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8790408811139367844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8790408811139367844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8790408811139367844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8790408811139367844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/02/12-week-bump.html' title='12 Week Bump'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4rH4sXq2bI/AAAAAAAABHw/DdOWV76nYUY/s72-c/12+weeks+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2666556593710912645</id><published>2010-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:36:03.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, What's This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; That is what my son is saying all the time now.  To everything. "What's this? What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until recently that this question freaked me out.  I hear Little Boy say, "Mama, what's this?" So I look and he has his diaper half off and his little friend in his hand.  Let's just say, I was horrified. Now, I am not a prude or proper by any means, I was just horrified because I didn't expect that!  I was a dork and told him that was his peepee.  He looks at me and says, "ooohhh." End of discussion right?  Kind of.  By kind of, I mean, we no longer discuss it, but he is still obsessed with checking it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is with guys and this obsession?? And why does it start at age 2? Sickos. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440920414749459346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4IISjxQA5I/AAAAAAAABHg/2xfcoNhdkik/s320/wuzObsessed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2666556593710912645?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2666556593710912645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2666556593710912645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2666556593710912645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2666556593710912645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/02/mama-whats-this.html' title='Mama, What&apos;s This?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S4IISjxQA5I/AAAAAAAABHg/2xfcoNhdkik/s72-c/wuzObsessed4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-999664300837214633</id><published>2010-02-16T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:12:47.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3rRYBKIgoI/AAAAAAAABHY/39IlKQn2lj4/s1600-h/licoricepuddingcake_553_pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438889710561297026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3rRYBKIgoI/AAAAAAAABHY/39IlKQn2lj4/s400/licoricepuddingcake_553_pl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ladies and gentlemen, is my diaper bag.  Ahhhhh isn't she lovely?  I know it's girlie and I know I am having a boy, but who cares!  Diaper bags become the woman's purse.  So shouldn't it reflect the woman?  Not the baby? That's my theory and I am sticking to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get to pick it up on Thursday and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-999664300837214633?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/999664300837214633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=999664300837214633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/999664300837214633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/999664300837214633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love At First Sight'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3rRYBKIgoI/AAAAAAAABHY/39IlKQn2lj4/s72-c/licoricepuddingcake_553_pl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4083725270465481290</id><published>2010-02-08T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:57:18.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Week Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I am a little behind since I am now getting ready to take the 10 week bump shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just deal with it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy I am going to try and take a picture every two weeks to watch the belly grow. Last pregnancy I was huge and miserably swollen, so I threatened peoples lives if they came around me with a camera. It wasn't all my fault though, I had preeclampsia and toxemia which caused me to gain an extra 75lbs, on top of the normal 35 lbs you are supposed to gain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you just gasp? It's ok, I was a whale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time though, I am exercising more and watching what I eat a little closer. So although my bump is growing, my weight isn't yet! Which makes mama happy. If I can make it through my first trimester with out a weight gain, which is what my doctor wants, I will be so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the bump at 8 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not too big, but definitely there. My pants are unbuttoned in this picture, which is kind of bitter sweet for me. I worked by butt off to lose a bunch of weight and get "super" skinny. So it's sad to see my weight loss journey stop, but exciting to have a baby in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435962531657113074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3BrHx_BXfI/AAAAAAAABHQ/UpfeqDQqIiQ/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961391219634066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3BqFZhib5I/AAAAAAAABHI/R4FMwz9rnfQ/s400/049.JPG" /&gt;Sorry my face is cut off. I guess the Hubster felt that I wasn't camera ready. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I take more this weekend, I will get a whole body shot going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4083725270465481290?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4083725270465481290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4083725270465481290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4083725270465481290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4083725270465481290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-week-bump.html' title='8 Week Bump'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S3BrHx_BXfI/AAAAAAAABHQ/UpfeqDQqIiQ/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1314215506078452985</id><published>2010-02-04T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:56:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me A Cougar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not into the school boy look.  I swear.  At least I thought I wasn't.  Until I watched The Ellen Show the other day.  All I could say was, yummy.  Then I slapped my mouth in shock since I am pretty sure he is still in Junior High.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2s9dv_NBXI/AAAAAAAABHA/JBqPcb-rmJo/s1600-h/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434504956659697010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2s9dv_NBXI/AAAAAAAABHA/JBqPcb-rmJo/s400/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When did this little Jonas Nugget get so stinking cute?  When they first came out I wasn't the least bit interested.  I guess you could say that those tight jeans just didn't do it for me.  But maybe it's the pregnancy because now, I am smitten.  I didn't want him to go off the screen.  Sick right?  It's ok, you can agree.  I should be arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2s9dRpeF3I/AAAAAAAABG4/aCazlnF220g/s1600-h/nick-jonas-administration-tonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434504948515477362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2s9dRpeF3I/AAAAAAAABG4/aCazlnF220g/s400/nick-jonas-administration-tonight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is smirking at me.  I know it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1314215506078452985?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1314215506078452985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1314215506078452985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1314215506078452985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1314215506078452985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-call-me-cougar.html' title='Just Call Me A Cougar'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2s9dv_NBXI/AAAAAAAABHA/JBqPcb-rmJo/s72-c/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8457525665545778728</id><published>2010-01-27T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:17:56.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-he-is-my-husband-no-we-arent.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, now he is officially my Hubster and my Husband!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally tied the knot on January 23, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that makes our anniversary 1/23.  Pretty cute right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's be real, it just makes it easier for the Hubster to remember.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431684757982393730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2E4glNxtYI/AAAAAAAABGw/aLExwFLfsQk/s400/IMG_1815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photo is just a sneak peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos by the amazing &lt;a href="http://www.bellesandbeausphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ashley McFerrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8457525665545778728?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8457525665545778728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8457525665545778728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8457525665545778728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8457525665545778728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-and-mrs.html' title='Mr. and Mrs.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S2E4glNxtYI/AAAAAAAABGw/aLExwFLfsQk/s72-c/IMG_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4496576325888163608</id><published>2010-01-26T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:33:05.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hungry, Have We Met?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to eat All.Day.Long.  Seriously, all day. I don't remember being this hungry when I was pregnant with Little Boy.  I wake up in the morning and have to eat ASAP or my body hurts.  Then, 1.5 to 2 hours later, I have to eat again.  Or else.  That's a serious or else.  People have called my house and gotten the wrath of me. (sorry people)  Because not only am I starving 24/7, I am also SUPER cranky and moody.  So being hungry, only makes my moodiness worse.  Some days, I don't even leave my house because the very thought of seeing someone and having to talk to them, makes me cringe.  Crazy right?!?  I am a people person damn-it!  I am hoping that all this passes once I am in my 2ND trimester.  If not, I feel sorry for my family and friends.  Hopefully after this I still have family and friends.  That's how bad it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I warn them though.  That makes it OK right?  I seriously can't help it.  I feel like some little gremlin crawled inside of me and is controlling everything.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have never been so cranky, moody and hungry in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's horrible and I am sorry.  Kind of.  I can't help it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1_NhkMJXZI/AAAAAAAABGo/nJhBp64lZ0c/s1600-h/ww-hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431285652166106514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1_NhkMJXZI/AAAAAAAABGo/nJhBp64lZ0c/s400/ww-hungry.jpg" /&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/3203899191747122423-4496576325888163608?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4496576325888163608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4496576325888163608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4496576325888163608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4496576325888163608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-hungry-have-we-met.html' title='I&apos;m Hungry, Have We Met?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1_NhkMJXZI/AAAAAAAABGo/nJhBp64lZ0c/s72-c/ww-hungry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4770592838301803013</id><published>2010-01-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:47:04.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick As A Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YKwU34reI/AAAAAAAABF4/3O9qpqSEzyk/s1600-h/pregnancy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538226194820578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YKwU34reI/AAAAAAAABF4/3O9qpqSEzyk/s400/pregnancy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the heck is going on?!?!?  When I was pregnant with Little Boy, I didn't have a single symptom, not a one!  Now, I have every prego symptom possible.  The MAJOR Nausea is the thing that is killing me.  I don't even understand how women who go through this every pregnancy, keep getting pregnant.  I am over it.  Yep, over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They should have a pill, that can make teenagers feel like this for a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet that will keep their legs closed.  It's horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4770592838301803013?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4770592838301803013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4770592838301803013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4770592838301803013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4770592838301803013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick As A Dog'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YKwU34reI/AAAAAAAABF4/3O9qpqSEzyk/s72-c/pregnancy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5731212965636131773</id><published>2010-01-11T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:10:19.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Baby Makes 4........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S0uus3xCXwI/AAAAAAAABFw/X9zUpGxFMCk/s1600-h/morgan_bump_opt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425622262004997890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S0uus3xCXwI/AAAAAAAABFw/X9zUpGxFMCk/s400/morgan_bump_opt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big news!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are expecting baby #2.  Exciting right? We are very very excited.  I am a little nervous about turning into a beached whale, but at least I will have a little munchkin after it's all done. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5731212965636131773?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5731212965636131773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5731212965636131773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5731212965636131773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5731212965636131773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-baby-makes-4.html' title='And Baby Makes 4........'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S0uus3xCXwI/AAAAAAAABFw/X9zUpGxFMCk/s72-c/morgan_bump_opt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6951548356816317641</id><published>2009-12-23T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:26:36.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SzJu1WUCeHI/AAAAAAAABFo/WimuktcaMjs/s1600-h/eltigre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418515164481878130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SzJu1WUCeHI/AAAAAAAABFo/WimuktcaMjs/s400/eltigre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Woods Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6951548356816317641?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6951548356816317641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6951548356816317641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6951548356816317641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6951548356816317641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SzJu1WUCeHI/AAAAAAAABFo/WimuktcaMjs/s72-c/eltigre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3816325608835994651</id><published>2009-12-21T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:10:23.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy_VzzHh2AI/AAAAAAAABFg/LzKvz875tNc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417783962621827074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy_VzzHh2AI/AAAAAAAABFg/LzKvz875tNc/s400/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so excited to see Santa and say, "Ho Ho Ho" to him.  But when we got there all he kept saying was, "No Ho Ho Ho!"  Classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3816325608835994651?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3816325608835994651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3816325608835994651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3816325608835994651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3816325608835994651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-ho-ho-ho.html' title='No Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy_VzzHh2AI/AAAAAAAABFg/LzKvz875tNc/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4410563884999980339</id><published>2009-12-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:10:03.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy7mcfUCpII/AAAAAAAABFY/SXRK3vWvfVM/s1600-h/Brittany%2BMurphy%2B1977%2B2009%2BCVb_9zBJVa3l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417520778889569410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy7mcfUCpII/AAAAAAAABFY/SXRK3vWvfVM/s320/Brittany%2BMurphy%2B1977%2B2009%2BCVb_9zBJVa3l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sad is this?!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is up with Hollywood?  There have been too many young stars taken too soon and it's usually because of drugs or alcohol.  In Brittany Murphy's case, its reported to be anorexia and cocaine.  WTH?!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4410563884999980339?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4410563884999980339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4410563884999980339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4410563884999980339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4410563884999980339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/skinny-kills.html' title='Skinny Kills'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sy7mcfUCpII/AAAAAAAABFY/SXRK3vWvfVM/s72-c/Brittany%2BMurphy%2B1977%2B2009%2BCVb_9zBJVa3l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2555632543600444409</id><published>2009-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:53:45.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need To Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are promoting Crown Royal while the NFR is in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413109850737363906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx86urdeS8I/AAAAAAAABFE/_PSURSqVP3U/s320/rodeo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See those t-shirts I am holding? They are free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are giving those out along with free shots, stickers, bandannas and little buttons that blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx86uxYzjWI/AAAAAAAABFM/zrXZEYGlvLM/s1600-h/free-stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413109852328398178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx86uxYzjWI/AAAAAAAABFM/zrXZEYGlvLM/s320/free-stuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what do we need to talk about you ask?!?! MANNERS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to know where the hell (sorry mom) all the manners are. I have put together a list of the way people have asked me for the stuff we walk around and give out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want one of those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, give me one too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is that for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My kids would love these so I need two. (everything says Crown Royal on it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No I don't want one, oh wait they are free? Yeah, then give me one. (I am not kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need one, I love Crown Royal I drink it all the time, Oh no I'm not drinking it now because it's so expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could go on and on with more. But do you see, please, thanks or may I in any of those quotes? NOPE! People are so rude!! Have no fear though, I was rude right back. I have a 2 year old, so these grown ass men and women heard from me, "Is that how you ask?" or "What do you say?!?" Then they would all look at me and say, "oh yeah, please?!?" Jerks. Some people would even yell to us across the bar and tell us they want one. I would say, "One of what?" They would say "whatever you're giving out." WTH! They don't even know what we are giving away, they just want it because it's free. Freaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite is the fact that we would be DECKED out in Crown Royal stuff and people would ask us, "Hey are you here for Crown Royal?" Um no Sir, we are here for Bacardi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is your sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2555632543600444409?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2555632543600444409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2555632543600444409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2555632543600444409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2555632543600444409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-need-to-talk.html' title='We Need To Talk'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx86urdeS8I/AAAAAAAABFE/_PSURSqVP3U/s72-c/rodeo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8534515063997108689</id><published>2009-12-07T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:27:54.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will The Real Dirt Bag Please Stand Up........Or Flex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx22t8jjPOI/AAAAAAAABEs/N7O25a5bQaQ/s1600-h/tiger-woods-flexing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412683227634810082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx22t8jjPOI/AAAAAAAABEs/N7O25a5bQaQ/s400/tiger-woods-flexing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmmm and we all thought Tiger was so private because he was a good guy, had good values and wanted to keep his family safe from the media. WRONG. Turns out, he was so private so no one would notice that he had a different girlfriend in every city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tisk Tisk Tisk Tiger, you were one of my favs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His trade mark nickname, Tiger Tiger Woods Ya'll, is now, Cheetah Cheetah Woods Ya'll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that the attorney for one of Tiger's alleged mistresses is saying how she is a good girl, has nothing to hide and is willing to cooperate. Um, cooperate with who? Last time I checked cheating wasn't against the law. And how is she a good girl? She slept with a married man and is now selling her story to tabloids. Sure smells like a winner. Give me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just hope his wife gets a clue and doesn't stick around for the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8534515063997108689?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8534515063997108689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8534515063997108689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8534515063997108689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8534515063997108689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-real-dirt-bag-please-stand-upor.html' title='Will The Real Dirt Bag Please Stand Up........Or Flex.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sx22t8jjPOI/AAAAAAAABEs/N7O25a5bQaQ/s72-c/tiger-woods-flexing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1432744712196592181</id><published>2009-12-02T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:33:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NFR Sign Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sxbn9OSNeMI/AAAAAAAABEk/0MFRyUsW7AE/s1600-h/cowboy-butts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410767041324742850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sxbn9OSNeMI/AAAAAAAABEk/0MFRyUsW7AE/s400/cowboy-butts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Mam!! I love me some cowboy booty. What woman doesn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE HATE HATE this skinny jeans phase on guys. It is a huge turn off and I am so thankful that the hubster still loves his loose fit Levis. Yum.E. BUT.......when it comes to cowboys, oh man. For some reason, they just look soooooo good in tight wranglers. I have yet to meet a woman that disagrees. Now cowboys themselves, gross me out. I am not into the dipping and spitting and bull bucking, just the tight jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the kick off to the NFR Rodeo here in Vegas and I get to work it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight is the Hoedown downtown, a guaranteed good time. Free country concerts by Emerson Drive, Gloriana and some others. All the big name Cowboys will be there along with about a million other horse loving people. The rest of the week, us Crown Royal girls will be at all the major casinos on the Vegas strip handing out shots and promoting the brand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're here, come find us and get your picture taken with us Crown Royal girls. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1432744712196592181?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1432744712196592181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1432744712196592181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1432744712196592181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1432744712196592181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/nfr-sign-me-up.html' title='NFR Sign Me Up'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sxbn9OSNeMI/AAAAAAAABEk/0MFRyUsW7AE/s72-c/cowboy-butts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1386778049598370592</id><published>2009-11-17T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:24:58.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wet My Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; When a little old lady flipped me the bird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405200499994108818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SwMhN33po5I/AAAAAAAABEc/R5Ps0VbMyP0/s200/n1111599162_3668_8789-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously!  How awesome is that?  She cut me off and then turned into a parking lot WITHOUT using her blinker.  So once I pulled in and we happen to be right next to each other, I said out my window, "I am sorry your blinker is broken!"  As I was saying it, I realized it was a little old lady and I felt so bad. For some reason I looked back at her and when I did, I saw she was flipping me the bird!  I thought I was going to die.  Seriously die. How funny is that?  She was SUPER OLD!  How proud would you be if that was your grandma? I know I'd be damn proud.  So, cheers to all the little old sassy ladies out there.  I can only hope that I will still be that sassy when I am that age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1386778049598370592?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1386778049598370592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1386778049598370592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1386778049598370592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1386778049598370592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wet-my-pants.html' title='I Wet My Pants'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SwMhN33po5I/AAAAAAAABEc/R5Ps0VbMyP0/s72-c/n1111599162_3668_8789-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1507235686781169102</id><published>2009-11-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:03:18.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; They turned out AWESOME! &lt;a href="http://www.pamelaruby.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pamela Ruby Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did an amazing job. See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKU7ByLOI/AAAAAAAABEE/hsxnvDwCGGE/s1600-h/PR+(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742101450370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKU7ByLOI/AAAAAAAABEE/hsxnvDwCGGE/s320/PR+(35).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742893419781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNLDBWAXfI/AAAAAAAABEM/7-WYpFcTmEk/s320/PR+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742897825806482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNLDRwe-JI/AAAAAAAABEU/CnRNwQmOaio/s320/PR+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKT_ztQTI/AAAAAAAABDs/XPuE95270Dc/s1600-h/WEB+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742085553635634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKT_ztQTI/AAAAAAAABDs/XPuE95270Dc/s320/WEB+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKTnLTpGI/AAAAAAAABDk/Yy0EE9IBV78/s1600-h/WEB+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742078941733986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKTnLTpGI/AAAAAAAABDk/Yy0EE9IBV78/s320/WEB+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest I am saving for Christmas card ideas. :) &lt;/div&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/3203899191747122423-1507235686781169102?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1507235686781169102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1507235686781169102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1507235686781169102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1507235686781169102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SvNKU7ByLOI/AAAAAAAABEE/hsxnvDwCGGE/s72-c/PR+(35).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4715273138069991223</id><published>2009-11-03T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:33:49.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Day In The Life......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqgRHVmF8N0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqgRHVmF8N0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry about the f-bombs, but it's funny and you know it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4715273138069991223?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4715273138069991223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4715273138069991223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4715273138069991223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4715273138069991223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-day-in-life.html' title='Just A Day In The Life......'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-14256334156058408</id><published>2009-11-02T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:39:18.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family IS Amazing, Got It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weekends ago, we got some family photos done. It was our first time, as a family, to do an outdoor photo shoot. Normally, we would go to the studio, the people tell us how to pose and click, there is your shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kind of photo shoot though you just walk around and do your thing, all while the photographer is snapping away. It was a little awkward for us because we didn't really know what to do. Hubster and I just don't make out all the time or hang all over each other in front of people. So I guess since we don't do that, it came across as we weren't "madly in love." I am so excited to see our photos because I know our photographer does amazing work, but I am a little scared at the same time. On all the other photo shoots that she has done, she wrote about how much fun she had with the family and how amazing and in love the family was with one another. On our photos she just wrote about how Little Boy wasn't sure if he wanted his photo taken, but in the end she still managed to capture some sweet memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I guess you can say I got my little feelers hurt. I think my family is amazing and we are madly in love. Sorry, we are awkward in front of the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some photos from this past weekend at Disneyland, look how much fun we were having?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bSPr-7iI/AAAAAAAABC8/it9DIrN17DA/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634847247298082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bSPr-7iI/AAAAAAAABC8/it9DIrN17DA/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bRQ7rjnI/AAAAAAAABCs/Cb87hPKDeCg/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634830401703538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bRQ7rjnI/AAAAAAAABCs/Cb87hPKDeCg/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bRPNMDJI/AAAAAAAABCk/LSjvcBaThGY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634829938265234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bRPNMDJI/AAAAAAAABCk/LSjvcBaThGY/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bQ8sqwoI/AAAAAAAABCc/DuSiViOCi2o/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634824970027650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bQ8sqwoI/AAAAAAAABCc/DuSiViOCi2o/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this? Hubster wanted to let me sleep, so him and Little Boy played in the other bed and finally fell asleep like this. Now that's amazing love. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399634840104959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bR1FHfOI/AAAAAAAABC0/Tw3TJuL5Vkw/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned to see how those family photos turned out!! &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/3203899191747122423-14256334156058408?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/14256334156058408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=14256334156058408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/14256334156058408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/14256334156058408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-family-is-amazing-got-it.html' title='My Family IS Amazing, Got It?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su9bSPr-7iI/AAAAAAAABC8/it9DIrN17DA/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-505691208656309908</id><published>2009-11-02T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:26:03.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw 100 Cinderellas, 55 Spidermans, 63 Buzz Lightyears, 23 Kittens, 57 Ninjas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but only 1 Alfalfa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su8Sh1DIiEI/AAAAAAAABB0/71TKZKcViJk/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554850625718338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su8Sh1DIiEI/AAAAAAAABB0/71TKZKcViJk/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at his face! He was so shocked that someone was giving him treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is saying, "Candy, for ME??"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554879365393042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su8SjgHNKpI/AAAAAAAABB8/wdf1Y95BTws/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;At first he has no clue what to do with it, but I made him lick it and once he got a taste, it was all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556325170551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su8T3qKBGQI/AAAAAAAABCM/33hN6_E-Cyo/s320/111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-505691208656309908?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/505691208656309908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=505691208656309908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/505691208656309908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/505691208656309908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Su8Sh1DIiEI/AAAAAAAABB0/71TKZKcViJk/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-416482007011709178</id><published>2009-10-28T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:58:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that salary.com says that stay at home mom's are worth on average $122,732??? I need to get paid! The Hubster would be thrilled! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834938988218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Suj2Ry6VxyI/AAAAAAAABBs/Ylcu-cIptsU/s320/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Being a stay at home mom is the best job ever, even if we don't get that crazy paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, there are some things I do miss and I am sure you moms can relate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Pooping by myself. With the Door shut. Without Little Boy running in and grunting, thinking he's helping me. He's a doll, isn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Taking long showers, alone. Without the worry of Little Boy tearing the house up. Or without him in the shower with me, poking my chest and staring at my stretch marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Hours. This one is a big bummer. When you are a parent, I think you need happy hour more than anyone! Yet, once you become a parent, the happy hours are far and few between. Ahh, half off cocktails, I miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Laundry once a week. Why is it, that when you add ONE MORE person to the equation, the laundry quadruples?? I know I am no math whiz, but that doesn't add up. And now, I am doing laundry 3-4 times a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Going out to eat. Now don't get me wrong, we still go out to eat sometimes. But when we do, it's like ok, how much time do we have before Little Boy melts down? I need two diaper bags when we go, one for the normal stuff and the other one just to pack stuff to keep him occupied while we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure I have left out a bunch, but those are my top 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, I wouldn't trade Little Boy for any of those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's way funnier than the bartender at happy hour and he loves to help with the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;He's a keeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-416482007011709178?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/416482007011709178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=416482007011709178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/416482007011709178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/416482007011709178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Suj2Ry6VxyI/AAAAAAAABBs/Ylcu-cIptsU/s72-c/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8144257426045665706</id><published>2009-10-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:49:48.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little People, Big Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anyone else watch this show? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Does anyone else get as grossed out as I do by how messy their house is!??!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SueGYZ7aQCI/AAAAAAAABBk/wwkNKl7053E/s1600-h/Little-People-Big-World-Season-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397430432261881890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SueGYZ7aQCI/AAAAAAAABBk/wwkNKl7053E/s320/Little-People-Big-World-Season-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was watching last night and they finally had an episode where they addressed their messy home.  Apparently, Papa Roloff doesn't like a messy home, but Mama Roloff doesn't care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we say EWW???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were showing clutter every where, empty soda cans ALL OVER THE HOUSE, stained carpets and plenty more.  I have watched this show since season 1 and always thought they lived like pigs, but I figured after they did that huge remodel/upgrade that they would clean up a little more.  Nope, still pigs.  Eeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8144257426045665706?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8144257426045665706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8144257426045665706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8144257426045665706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8144257426045665706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-people-big-mess.html' title='Little People, Big Mess'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SueGYZ7aQCI/AAAAAAAABBk/wwkNKl7053E/s72-c/Little-People-Big-World-Season-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3893558286957435457</id><published>2009-10-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:40:33.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back To Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend my mom, Little Boy and I all drove out to Modesto, CA for my cousin Stacie's 30Th birthday. It was so much fun and Little Boy can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, little boy and my cousin Stacie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394706387502773362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3Y4IaiNHI/AAAAAAAABBc/YiYmlOtbr7Y/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Uncle Steve aka "Papa Smurf" and I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3UAMwMgNI/AAAAAAAABAE/guP94TQuACI/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701028548182226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3UAMwMgNI/AAAAAAAABAE/guP94TQuACI/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Cousin Shelly and I. She is prego and absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704625492101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3XRkadCiI/AAAAAAAABBU/oR33tYp8ZRA/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my little cousin Morgan and I. She was sooo funny. This girl could have danced all night long, I love it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394702264185296386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3VIH3ClgI/AAAAAAAABAk/g40wjgsOUIE/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking at my cousin Steve on the drums and my cousin Michael on the guitar and yes, that is Little Boy as lead vocals. I told you he was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3T98_zvBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cDR5OmpCvz4/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700989958962194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3T98_zvBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cDR5OmpCvz4/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that little missy that's down in the front, she was the band's groupie. She couldn't get enough of Little Boy. He makes the ladies go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394702253704058610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3VHg0HlvI/AAAAAAAABAc/obP57kCMEmc/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way home from Cali, we stopped at this pumpkin patch/fruit stand that was out in the middle of nowhere. Little Boy loved it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is staring at that huge pumpkin. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703817311134450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3WihtGIvI/AAAAAAAABAs/VqeLNd5hlC4/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 3ft tall!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703832089265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3WjYwehkI/AAAAAAAABA0/TScsJqya3fU/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking out his pumpkin. Once he lifted it though, he didn't want it. Too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703846039122898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3WkMuYc9I/AAAAAAAABA8/fGLdfo2FWYY/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding the horse, he loved this thing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703860531921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3WlCtvAdI/AAAAAAAABBM/7gq-LkUQAZ4/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got him to do the piggy face and yes, he was snorting like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703852919140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3WkmWtMII/AAAAAAAABBE/pTQgU86whZk/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry for the picture overload, but that was our trip in a nutshell. Can't wait to go back! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3893558286957435457?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3893558286957435457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3893558286957435457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3893558286957435457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3893558286957435457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-back-to-cali.html' title='Going Back To Cali'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/St3Y4IaiNHI/AAAAAAAABBc/YiYmlOtbr7Y/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1391270157120204750</id><published>2009-10-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:03:34.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Never Thought I'd Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Three years ago, if you would have asked me if I would ever ask some one if they had poopies in their pants, I would have laughed at you. Now, I ask it about 4 times a day, along with a few other funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my top tens. I am sure the older he gets, the better they will get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me get that booger (that's gross)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you have poopies? (hubster says this one too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't put Diego in the toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop chewing on Mommy's tampons!! (clean ones of course, sicko)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take that straw out of your nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop growling at the neighbors Pit bull, he bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quit whining or you're going to goodwill (that one got me Mother Of The Year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't lick your Lego's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop drinking the bath water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your peepee isn't going anywhere, please stop holding on to it.  (he's only 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542529022497170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/StKbXVHMEZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ij6MGKSmQuU/s400/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This face says it all, "Who me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1391270157120204750?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1391270157120204750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1391270157120204750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1391270157120204750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1391270157120204750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-never-thought-id-say.html' title='Things I Never Thought I&apos;d Say'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/StKbXVHMEZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ij6MGKSmQuU/s72-c/25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8848531180748128923</id><published>2009-10-08T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:40:55.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know everyone and their mom has read this letter, but I posted it because it's how I am feeling today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a loyal user of your ‘Always’ maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I’d probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I’d certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can’t tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there’s a little F-16 in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse’? I’m guessing you haven’t. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I’ll be transformed into what my husband likes to call ‘an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.’ Isn’t the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you’ve no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer’s monthly visits from ‘Aunt Flo’. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it’s a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend’s testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey’s Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants… Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: ‘Have a Happy Period.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you f—— kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness – actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you’re some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak, there will never be anything ‘happy’ about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don’t march down to the local Walgreen’s armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn’t it make more sense to say something that’s actually pertinent, like ‘Put down the Hammer’ or ‘Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong’, or are you just picking on us?&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that’s a promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8848531180748128923?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8848531180748128923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8848531180748128923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8848531180748128923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8848531180748128923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i.html' title='Well Said Sister'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-766584545490007800</id><published>2009-10-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:44:50.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap, Look What I Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SszElXHDGLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TZ0gzdMSLCk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389899000193423538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SszElXHDGLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TZ0gzdMSLCk/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SszEkg8CCII/AAAAAAAAA_c/AgZ2qmImejs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389898985651701890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SszEkg8CCII/AAAAAAAAA_c/AgZ2qmImejs/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this?!?!   Yes, I made it.  Are you proud?  I am not sure where I saw the idea, but as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have one of my own.  I am in the process of making one for Christmas and Valentines day.  How cute will the Valentines Day one be?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wreath will be heart shaped..............picture it now.  CAAAUUTTEE!&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/3203899191747122423-766584545490007800?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/766584545490007800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=766584545490007800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/766584545490007800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/766584545490007800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-snap-look-what-i-made.html' title='Oh Snap, Look What I Made'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SszElXHDGLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TZ0gzdMSLCk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-865249469673366671</id><published>2009-09-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:58:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playgroup Dropout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's us, dropouts. Deal with it rude lady at Michael's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrP_HH_F_sI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7aYer2RRhA/s1600-h/IMG00722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382926477505724098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrP_HH_F_sI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7aYer2RRhA/s320/IMG00722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I went to Michael's today, second time this week. Who is counting right? Apparently one of the ladies that works there. I went there on Wednesday for some paper and stuff to make Little Boy's birthday invitations and banner. Today, I realized I needed more paper for the banner. I remember that this week all the paper is on sale so I decide to pack up Little Boy and head over there. As I am checking out, I notice the lady is BENDING my paper. Not just a little bend, but she is leaving creases in my paper. OMG. Is she serious right now? It took everything for me not to say anything, and for those of you that know me, know that was hard. Well, by the time she bent the 10th piece, I lost my mind. I reached over the counter and started straighting out the paper she had already rang up. The look on her face was priceless. She then says, "Oh sorry, I guess I am bending it huh?" So I say, "You guess? It's pretty obvious that you bent them all." She tells me she is sorry and that I am welcome to go get new paper. I tell her, "Don't you think I would have already done that if there was any left?" She says, "Oh it's all gone? You must have got the last of it." YA THINK!?!?! Genius. Then she tells me, "Weren't you just in here the other day buying paper?" I say yes, and tell her I am back because I needed more, duh. At this time, the look on her face tells me she realizes I am pissed off......at her. She then looks at Little Boy and says how cute he is and tells me about how her friend is starting this mommy and me play group, where the moms do crafts and the kids play. Well I am not sure what world this lady is living in, but in my house, if the kids are awake, the moms aren't crafting. So because I am SUPER pissed off, I tell her "We don't do playgroups. We attempted them once, but they weren't for us. Just consider us playgroup dropouts." And just like that, she stopped talking, stopped bending my paper and continued to check us out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-865249469673366671?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/865249469673366671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=865249469673366671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/865249469673366671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/865249469673366671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/playgroup-dropout.html' title='Playgroup Dropout'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrP_HH_F_sI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7aYer2RRhA/s72-c/IMG00722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2237602575719460405</id><published>2009-09-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:54:31.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10% Never Looked So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This man, my father, is 55!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what that means?!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10% off discount at Ross, Fuddruckers, Applebees, Dunkin Donuts, El Pollo Loco, IHOP and many more.  Oh how I have been waiting for this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad.............when can we shop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdwEQkSII/AAAAAAAAA-0/HK5Kh4CjPxI/s1600-h/SUZANNE0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186110042785922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdwEQkSII/AAAAAAAAA-0/HK5Kh4CjPxI/s320/SUZANNE0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdvTFAdSI/AAAAAAAAA-s/E2D-lSYilG0/s1600-h/IMG_8635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186096840963362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdvTFAdSI/AAAAAAAAA-s/E2D-lSYilG0/s320/IMG_8635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186091249988786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdu-QA9LI/AAAAAAAAA-k/2oqixNNG2cQ/s320/IMG_8444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186080208872130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFduVHm4sI/AAAAAAAAA-c/QKy2iY7YNFU/s320/DSCN1698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186070204350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdtv2WAXI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xbTcmAwdgus/s320/DSCN0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't he a gem?&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/3203899191747122423-2237602575719460405?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2237602575719460405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2237602575719460405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2237602575719460405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2237602575719460405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-never-looked-so-good.html' title='10% Never Looked So Good'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SrFdwEQkSII/AAAAAAAAA-0/HK5Kh4CjPxI/s72-c/SUZANNE0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4472271338942963819</id><published>2009-09-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:38:08.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No It Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SqvowOK606I/AAAAAAAAA-M/ehuTwNGJ5Rc/s1600-h/00435-funny-cartoons-math-equation.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380650094959448994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SqvowOK606I/AAAAAAAAA-M/ehuTwNGJ5Rc/s400/00435-funny-cartoons-math-equation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X will never = 15.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M will never = 24.  Got that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am back in school and of course, I am taking those horrible required college math classes.  Now, it's all pretty easy for me, it's mostly just dusting off my brain and remembering that you can't divide 43 into 7.  Ya know?  But what kills me is, the crap that's required that I will never use again.  Like, solve for x, 3x+4=15.  Now I can solve that sure, but why?  How can a letter equal a number?  Huh?  Someone please explain that to me.  And I don't want some math explanation, that's what I pay my professor for.  I want to know how in the world does x = 15???   Ugghh.  To make matters worse, my professor is one of "those" that thinks math is funny.  FYI, math isn't funny.  Nor is it cute or silly or anything else but just work.  She will write an equation, that obviously isn't solvable, then laugh about how funny math is.  Um, again, it's not funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4472271338942963819?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4472271338942963819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4472271338942963819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4472271338942963819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4472271338942963819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-it-wont.html' title='No It Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SqvowOK606I/AAAAAAAAA-M/ehuTwNGJ5Rc/s72-c/00435-funny-cartoons-math-equation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6439339589785245794</id><published>2009-09-08T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:22:40.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call The Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;or, get me tivo, NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's September people.  September.  Do you know what that means?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FALL TELEVISION!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Survivor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;90210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real World/Road Rules Challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melrose Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I need to keep going?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This September is bitter sweet.  I am so excited to watch all my favorite shows, but so nervous at the same time.   At the end of last years amazing fall season, I lost my tivo in a tragic accident.  The Hubster cancelled it.  Tragic right?  He doesn't understand!!  I tried and tried to convince him that I would die without it, but since I still don't have it, I think it's safe to say he didn't believe me.  Please pray for me, I have to go watch Ellen now, since I can't rewind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6439339589785245794?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6439339589785245794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6439339589785245794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6439339589785245794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6439339589785245794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-doctor.html' title='Call The Doctor'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7980089337177752744</id><published>2009-08-31T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:59:35.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Eat A Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spxjh7qzKzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8Sn3jB0-ltg/s1600-h/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376281489777568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spxjh7qzKzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8Sn3jB0-ltg/s320/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it says Wednesday, but my weigh in day is Monday.  So.......I weighed in today.  I am down 3lbs!  That is FANTASTIC news for me.  Because on Saturday, I probably had more points then I am allowed in a whole week.  Oops.  What can I say?  We were with good friends and sushi was involved.  So I will take my 3lbs and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7980089337177752744?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7980089337177752744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7980089337177752744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7980089337177752744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7980089337177752744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-eat-sandwich.html' title='Girl Eat A Sandwich'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spxjh7qzKzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8Sn3jB0-ltg/s72-c/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7599222697965940184</id><published>2009-08-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:38:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is This Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are some updates on Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still nuts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spaz7WHz2WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pZa2fJNs8oo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374681037445257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spaz7WHz2WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pZa2fJNs8oo/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spaz675fN-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lDCnhaNxwF0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374681030405863394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spaz675fN-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lDCnhaNxwF0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is obsessed with getting into all my stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that's a headband on his head.  He's weird. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374683273441527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spa19f23RTI/AAAAAAAAA94/xGCuKO4c2vw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an AMAZING pole dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374682009751178450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spa0z8PmzNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Oeh82eA4NGM/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374682026470263410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spa006hvynI/AAAAAAAAA9w/WjJTn54n7Zs/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no, I didn't teach him anything. When he saw the pole, he just knew what to do. It's like he was born to Pole Dance. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374682018647228802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spa00dYlwYI/AAAAAAAAA9o/EvltqcO8Whc/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh Little Boy, you keep me laughing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7599222697965940184?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7599222697965940184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7599222697965940184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7599222697965940184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7599222697965940184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-is-this-kid.html' title='Who Is This Kid'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Spaz7WHz2WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pZa2fJNs8oo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7978226637119493800</id><published>2009-08-25T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:05:47.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Can, I Think I Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, do you think I can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025208174500610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfdDs8WwI/AAAAAAAAA84/FDHJen5GNQk/s200/kim_kardashian-722456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfeH4lf7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/wMxoSdOlRTU/s1600-h/golden-brooks-jenny-mccarthy-and-maiysha-in-knee-high-boots-in-park-city-utah-at-the-sundance-film-festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025226476945330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfeH4lf7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/wMxoSdOlRTU/s200/golden-brooks-jenny-mccarthy-and-maiysha-in-knee-high-boots-in-park-city-utah-at-the-sundance-film-festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfdj4nibI/AAAAAAAAA9A/72QstEC7mtU/s1600-h/kim-kardashian-bush-1188-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025216813402546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfdj4nibI/AAAAAAAAA9A/72QstEC7mtU/s200/kim-kardashian-bush-1188-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I know I am 17 seasons behind, but I have finally decided to give the "knee high boot over the jean" look a try.  I have always thought that was such a cute and classy look.  I just thought it was for only stick straight people.  But look at my girl Kimmie K., she rocks the look.  We all know she has some serious curves.   So, do you like this look?  Think I can pull it off?  &lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing is for sure, if I am going to give it a try, I need some cute boots asap!&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/3203899191747122423-7978226637119493800?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7978226637119493800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7978226637119493800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7978226637119493800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7978226637119493800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I Think I Can, I Think I Can'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpRfdDs8WwI/AAAAAAAAA84/FDHJen5GNQk/s72-c/kim_kardashian-722456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6409429618431524522</id><published>2009-08-24T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:20:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Have What She's Having</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So my friend, I won't name names, is crazy. She thinks it will be fun to RUN a half marathon. She told me about it, then told me that I am running it with her. Wait, what? Me? I only run after the ice cream man. I am NOT a runner. I will work out at the gym, dance, vacuum, do whatever for exercise, but running, not me. After some thought, I decide I will run with her in the evenings and I will see how it goes. Well, the first run she took me on, was a mile. A MILE!! Who does that? Apparently her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, every time we run, she yells at me to go further and tells me not to stop. She is like my own personal Jillian Michaels, except not as scary and she hasn't called me a wimp (at least not yet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have only been doing it for a little over a week now and I LOVE IT!! Who would have thought?!?!?!? When I am done, I feel so good. I also picture myself skinny and that helps me run! So, hopefully with Sergeant Lacey (I guess I named names) yelling at me to keep going and Weight Watchers as my diet, my big bootie will melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then in December, tune in to see if we do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 miles of goodness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373704069705044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpM7YVrXEnI/AAAAAAAAA8w/vxp-dBYd37Q/s320/RnRHeroGraphic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s.  Mama is bringing Weight Watchers Wednesdays back.  That way you can keep up with my progress and if you're trying to drop some LB's maybe I can help motivate you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6409429618431524522?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6409429618431524522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6409429618431524522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6409429618431524522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6409429618431524522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-have-what-shes-having.html' title='I Will Have What She&apos;s Having'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SpM7YVrXEnI/AAAAAAAAA8w/vxp-dBYd37Q/s72-c/RnRHeroGraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6015856228367018403</id><published>2009-08-17T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:03:16.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Bethany.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, my sweet little blogger friend &lt;a href="http://www.thegillhamfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bethany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did this on her blog, and she tagged me. Don't you just love that? j/k I am going to play along and do this for her. Only because she put up some yummy pictures of Kenny Chesney. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose ONE singer/band.&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer all the questions below using song titles by that artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The artist I choose is Garth Brooks. I love him and he loves me. He does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371029847121384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Som7MGOw1PI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uW97Ixb9hZU/s320/garth-brooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371029858320021682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Som7Mv8ueLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/fUqfzk0YZGQ/s320/garth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you male or female? Way Of The Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Describe yourself: Much Too Young Too Feel This Damn Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. How do you feel about yourself? More Than A Memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Describe where you currently live: Rodeo Or Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. If you could go anywhere, where would you go? The Beaches Of Cheyenne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Your best friend is: She's Every Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Your favorite color is: Mr. Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. You know that: You Can't Help Who You Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. What's the weather like? Standing Outside The Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. If your life was a TV show, what would it be called? Beer Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. What is life to you? Two Of A Kind, Working On A Full House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. What is the best advice you have to give? Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. If you could change your name what would it be? Allison Miranda......what?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Troyal Garth Brooks. (that's his real name!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and Garth, I heard you were thinking of becoming a Vegas Headliner, well, I think this is a great idea. Call me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6015856228367018403?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6015856228367018403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6015856228367018403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6015856228367018403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6015856228367018403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-you-bethany.html' title='For you, Bethany.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Som7MGOw1PI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uW97Ixb9hZU/s72-c/garth-brooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1819560359249138727</id><published>2009-08-08T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:52:49.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter, Party Of 1, Your Table Is Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this girl. Really love her. But, if the radio stations here don't give her new song a rest, I might kill myself, or my radio. And Hubster won't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367660735853760242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3DAAtgDvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/10YVoU0GNHE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it true about these two? Did Ed really go back home to dump his girlfriend then come back to Jillian? Is he really a player!??! Uggh. After last years drama with Jason, I SWORE I wouldn't watch this season. And I didn't. But after this seasons success, I thought, ok, maybe I will watch next season. NOOOOOOO way now. I hate this show. Why do they insist on breaking my heart all the time? Look how cute these two are? I really thought they would "make" it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fingers and toes are crossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3DAT1ckLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/babK1pQgVCs/s1600-h/jillian-harris-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367660740987359410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3DAT1ckLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/babK1pQgVCs/s320/jillian-harris-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two. How awesome is it that they are finally home and safe? How awesome was the footage of them seeing their family for the first time in months? I am not a crier, but I teared up a little. Then, I find out, that on one of the MAJOR news stations, was bashing Bill Clinton for going and getting them. Saying he should have left them and that it wasn't worth what he had to give N. Korea to get them released. EXCUSE ME?!?!?! It wasn't worth it?!?! Some people make me sick. Put the politics aside, drop the republican/democrat BS and just be happy they are home. Uugghhh I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3C_8Y1kjI/AAAAAAAAA8A/LVVJkZrRqJg/s1600-h/alg_return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367660734693347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3C_8Y1kjI/AAAAAAAAA8A/LVVJkZrRqJg/s320/alg_return.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huge Tool Alert!! Sorry, I can't be on Team Jon anymore. He is bugging the crap out of me. He is so obsessed with being "cool" it's sick. Really sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, you chose Michael Lohan to buddy up with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides that, on the last episode of last season, he said he hates the fame. He hates he can't just be Jon, that he has to be Jon from Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8. He also said he doesn't really want to do the show anymore and but Kate wants to so he has too. Um, aren't you shopping around ideas for your own show? Aren't you taking 22 yr olds to France? And partying in the Hamptons? It looks to me like you're pretty obsessed with the fame too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go buy some more Ed Hardy clothes, tool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367663076294956786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3FIPiKlvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/WJZREUw3mL0/s320/jon-gosselin-b_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, I am done. Thanks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1819560359249138727?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1819560359249138727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1819560359249138727' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1819560359249138727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1819560359249138727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitter-party-of-1-your-table-is-ready.html' title='Bitter, Party Of 1, Your Table Is Ready'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sn3DAAtgDvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/10YVoU0GNHE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8882626987242957673</id><published>2009-07-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:28:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me, For I Have Sinned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; With these bad boys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881767798620018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmzIjdYOP3I/AAAAAAAAA74/ftd-fU4DV8c/s320/prdLarge_112081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am sick just thinking about how many I ate.....in one sitting.  I am, however, pretty sure it's the Hubster's fault.  He sent me into Wal-Mart, by myself, for a few groceries, mistake #1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I was walking down the main aisle, passing the cookie aisle, I could hear my name being called.  I am looking around and no one is there.  Then I look again, and I see them.  The Mint Milanos.  They were smiling and waving at me, acting like we were old friends.  Psshhh, old friends yeah right.  I told them to leave me alone, I am on Weight Watchers and I wanted nothing to do with their sugary, minty, milk chocolatey goodness. Did they listen, no.  They "fell" into my basket.  I tried to put them back, but I couldn't.  I went to put them back on the shelf and I couldn't let go of them.  So I told myself, one bag won't hurt right?  I can jump back on the wagon tomorrow right?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So for now, it's just me and my sugary, minty, milk chocolatey old friends.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Pepperidge Farm, thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8882626987242957673?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8882626987242957673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8882626987242957673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8882626987242957673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8882626987242957673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgive-me-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive Me, For I Have Sinned'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmzIjdYOP3I/AAAAAAAAA74/ftd-fU4DV8c/s72-c/prdLarge_112081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-716018932958382897</id><published>2009-07-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:11:51.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi Town Picture Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are home!! We had so much stinking fun in Chicago. Hubster has the best family. I think I laughed more that whole week then I have ever laughed. They are all comedians. All.Of.Them.&lt;br /&gt;We started out the week at Six Flags Great America. This place was awesome. I am used to our Six Flags Magic Mountain, which is a dump. So this place really shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my Sister in law Terry and nieces. I had so much fun with them while I was out there.  And these two little girls are the most well behaved 12 year olds I have ever met. They are just so sweet and so funny. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361350982657261010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYUCV6PdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/w-0vu0hap54/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Boy loved him some Wonder Woman. When she walked away, he kept blowing her kisses. He is a little charmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYVV3W1AI/AAAAAAAAA6A/F6b_hgZkAjg/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361351005077689346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYVV3W1AI/AAAAAAAAA6A/F6b_hgZkAjg/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAhhhhh, I finally met the bird!! Growing up, I was a HUGE Tweety Bird fan.&lt;br /&gt;By huge, I mean&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o meeting, her/him was bitter sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it a her? Or a he? Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you like that I have the same pose as Wonder Woman? She must know to do that so your arm doesn't look like a sausage link. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361350980591709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYT6pcbaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mJ18NOZpIyo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, remember this &lt;a href="http://www.zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/jade-amberthighs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? I am pretty sure that is where he learned his moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My little pole dancer, mama is so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYVIG54cI/AAAAAAAAA54/KHOdGLlYcsQ/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361351001384804802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYVIG54cI/AAAAAAAAA54/KHOdGLlYcsQ/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this mist machine, seriously, he would not move away from it. I thought some angry man that was dying of 90 Degree weather was going to toss him out of the way like a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYUtaM7qI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PxfLOVPdEQo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361350994217987746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYUtaM7qI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PxfLOVPdEQo/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to Downtown Chicago. We rode the "L" Train into town, which was awesome. We ate lunch, walked around, then took a bus over the Navy Pier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359246728196834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Smdf1EZ9cuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pFoNt8jv2b4/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Ferris Wheel was MASSIVE people. MASSIVE!! We had to go on it though, the view from the top was sure to be amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359256708786722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Smdf1plhKiI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-c0GWxtZWig/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Sassy Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358487474679106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdfI390LUI/AAAAAAAAA7I/D_kUUmvxcf4/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my Sister in Law Terry, Little Boy and Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358483743452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdfIqEOLiI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NCfBuNQmmoU/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took this about half way up, I told you the view was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358479148925106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdfIY8zQLI/AAAAAAAAA64/ga3mO6ZgxPg/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little boy looks scared, but he isn't. He is mad because I wouldn't let him play with the bars that open up the cage! I am pretty sure he wanted to jump out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358468715111122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdfHyFL4tI/AAAAAAAAA6w/1ZoVGB8ycJM/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now he is full blown mad. This is what he does when you tell him no and hurt his feelings. He cries and tries to make you feel bad. Isn't he sweet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358463336147794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdfHeCva1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/Wkp3adYKuiI/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Navy Pier, it was time to take the train back home. This is the view from the train stop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359259218997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Smdf1y7_8aI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sNxIdVl63Qs/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You didn't think I would leave Chicago without a little visit to my friend Oprah would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359268570522978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Smdf2Vxk5WI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DZj0PKKOH5k/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am pretty sure Oprah wipes her Jimmy Choos here. Those were all the photos I could get. They are so strict about letting you take photos. Weird. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359275267331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Smdf2uuOFfI/AAAAAAAAA7w/w9CH82KUfzE/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Sox Game!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This night was amazing! My Sister In Law Lucy, is such a good time! Once we got into the stadium, she took me to the Bullpen Sports bar which is ground level, right on the field. It was unbelievable. The outside seats, are first come first serve. Well we happened to get there in time and got the best seats on the patio! Our seats were so good, that we were actually asked if we would switch with people. Um, NO!! We had ground level seats and a waitress to bring us those yummy beers and Chicago hot dogs. What more could you ask for?!?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361353683102402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdaxOSNBeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/beuNPArHnoc/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what we got to stare at all night. The White Sox's poster boy, Jermaine Dye. He was so friendly with all of us too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361353672758579586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdawnwC0YI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AlwA47zBiUw/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here is the story on these two. Even though Lucy and I had amazing seats, our table sat 4 and they try to fill up every seat. So of course, we knew we would have to share our table. That's where these two crazies come in the picture. I don't think we could have gotten a better couple paired with us. They were absolutely hilarious. Like, I am laughing so hard I can't breathe hilarious. Notice the guy's jacket? He bought that just because he was cold. Now, scroll down. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361353693001997218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdaxzKc26I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yuntOQ6HcsY/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, when the game was over, he gave the jacket to me!! He isn't even a Sox fan, he was just there treating some of his employees. Him and his wife are from Jersey! So here I am showing off my new "way too big for me" sweatshirt and the beer they bought us. Good times! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361353698054359266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdayF_ByOI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WhzSBMv0EMk/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that was Chicago. I can't wait to go back! I miss those Zamoras already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh and p.s. I totally had dinner with &lt;a href="http://www.mldesignstudio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Lorenz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . You know, the winner of Top Design? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Him and his Wife Veronica pretty much rock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-716018932958382897?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/716018932958382897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=716018932958382897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/716018932958382897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/716018932958382897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/chi-town-picture-overload.html' title='Chi Town Picture Overload'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdYUCV6PdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/w-0vu0hap54/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3028393783135437817</id><published>2009-07-22T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:10:09.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellies and Blossoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was prego, I worked at &lt;a href="http://www.belliesandblossoms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellies And Blossoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a cute little maternity store here in Vegas and pretty much heaven. I am not sure where all of you live, but here in Vegas, our Nordstrom does not carry maternity clothes and we only have one GAP that has a maternity section. So this store, like I said, is heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAKOx0OlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DbI90of3fWs/s1600-h/oscommerce.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361324425917774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAKOx0OlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DbI90of3fWs/s320/oscommerce.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me and the Hubster back when I was 7 months prego. That top is from Bellies and it is sooooo cute. I still wear it today. Yep, I am not prego and I am still wearing prego tops. Stop it, I am not fat! What I am saying is, these clothes work for before pregnancy, during and after. The owner, she is pretty much as tall as Kobe Bryant and as skinny as a pole and she wears 80% of her merchandise! Seriously people, it works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(bad picture, I know)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361324415047172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAJmSEAUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/MU15q8b0AaA/s320/232323232%257Ffp43233%253Enu%253D3249%253E888%253E67%253B%253EWSNRCG%253D3232%253C%253A35%253B6674nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this pinkish peach top here? Totally from her store. Cute right?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's not a very good shot of the shirt, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAJ9QpZPI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IGEckgX6caI/s1600-h/4407_531567527489_23800575_31190683_6868510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361324421215249650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAJ9QpZPI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/IGEckgX6caI/s320/4407_531567527489_23800575_31190683_6868510_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Just wanted to let all my pregos out there know, that on August 8Th, &lt;a href="http://www.belliesandblossoms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellies and Blossoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will be having a sidewalk sale. Stuff will be up to 70% off. Like I said, she sells the same brands that you can get from Nordtrom online!! Amazing right?? Right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're a prego who likes name brand jeans, she has amazing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Paige Denim, James Jeans and more.&lt;br /&gt;Go there now. Tell her I sent you. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh and p.s. you can shop online if you don't live in Vegas. Right now for July, any red, white or blue item is 20% off!! Doesn't that make you giddy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3028393783135437817?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3028393783135437817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3028393783135437817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3028393783135437817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3028393783135437817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/bellies-and-blossoms.html' title='Bellies and Blossoms'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SmdAKOx0OlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DbI90of3fWs/s72-c/oscommerce.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-4129751162291834872</id><published>2009-07-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:52:19.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I have been a bad blogger, I get it.  Today though, I am leaving for Chicago!!  I promise when I get back, to have the best stories ever to tell you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I won't let you down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941001262823826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls68_vFeZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/YH4nS9myQAg/s320/ChicagoAtNight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure I will see some crazy drunk White Sox fans &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(hopefully it's not me!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while I am here watching them play.  Yes, yes, I promise to enjoy a Chicago hot dog for each and every one of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls69rPNuSI/AAAAAAAAA44/HOM-b7uLSgA/s1600-h/mike-smith-chicago-white-sox--u-s-cellular-field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941012940306722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls69rPNuSI/AAAAAAAAA44/HOM-b7uLSgA/s320/mike-smith-chicago-white-sox--u-s-cellular-field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Wednesday, I will see some of my old friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know them right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941005097665762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls69OBYhOI/AAAAAAAAA4o/2A_2gsUqrxY/s320/SFGAm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes that's right, they live here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls69QVCvVI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7Hm_8B9BNMs/s1600-h/six-flags-great-america-logo-316x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941005716995410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls69QVCvVI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7Hm_8B9BNMs/s320/six-flags-great-america-logo-316x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you people be good and I will see you when I get back!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-4129751162291834872?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4129751162291834872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=4129751162291834872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4129751162291834872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/4129751162291834872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-ya.html' title='See Ya!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sls68_vFeZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/YH4nS9myQAg/s72-c/ChicagoAtNight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7882495919932420377</id><published>2009-06-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:06:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did You Get That Bracelet From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SkJnyMai-9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ENv9-pqCQy8/s1600-h/400_thebachelorette_jharris_country_090501_abc_kevinfoley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350953419293260754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SkJnyMai-9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ENv9-pqCQy8/s320/400_thebachelorette_jharris_country_090501_abc_kevinfoley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got it from my mama, I got it from my mama.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just kidding.  Come on, you know that song right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ok anyways, so I love accessories. Love love love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't tuned in religiously to The Bachelorette this season, but I have watched a few episodes. This girl is always dressed so cute and always has the best earrings, bracelets or whatever on. I love her accessories. Well, after doing some "RESEARCH" I found where she gets it from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The line is called Stella &amp;amp; Dot Jewelry. It's chunky and amazing!! It's not super cheap, but it's not super expensive either. Go &lt;a href="http://iheartstella.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you can purchase it and read all about it. No I am not getting anything for this post and no I wasn't asked to promote it. I just stumbled across her blog and fell in love!! I was so excited to figure out where Jillian gets her cute stuff. Now, if I could just stumble across where she got that cute white shirt and big brown belt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7882495919932420377?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7882495919932420377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7882495919932420377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7882495919932420377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7882495919932420377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-did-you-get-those.html' title='Where Did You Get That Bracelet From?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SkJnyMai-9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ENv9-pqCQy8/s72-c/400_thebachelorette_jharris_country_090501_abc_kevinfoley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7659021274776739457</id><published>2009-06-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:43:05.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not one to get all deep and love dovey. It's just not my style. But Father's Day is coming up and I have to acknowledge what an amazing dad the Hubster is. He loves Little Boy more than anything. I love that. I thought I would share some cute pictures of my boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day Babe, you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkNwcLkgI/AAAAAAAAA30/tZJ34nohN0o/s1600-h/IMG_9185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348134745006641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkNwcLkgI/AAAAAAAAA30/tZJ34nohN0o/s320/IMG_9185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348134731513989890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkM-LSCwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/5nwfQfCu8Bw/s320/IMG00357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348136378150745714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sjhls0YE9nI/AAAAAAAAA38/fR5xvsPbOA8/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348134737776534242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkNVgY4uI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1k69jzmPHA8/s320/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348134734290023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkNIhI9XI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4Wn14T8IQwE/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348134728077690530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkMxYARqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Xv-dMFH8yV4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and p.s. Little Boy's favorite word is Dada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7659021274776739457?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7659021274776739457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7659021274776739457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7659021274776739457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7659021274776739457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/eeeewww.html' title='Eeeewww'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SjhkNwcLkgI/AAAAAAAAA30/tZJ34nohN0o/s72-c/IMG_9185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7533493242791400635</id><published>2009-06-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:49:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade Amberthighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my stripper name. Pretty good right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I might need it, I've stumbled across a new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Pole Fitness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345414310172811906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Si65_m8j4oI/AAAAAAAAA3E/CpWQuB-kW8g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that is me. I am that good!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has been going to these stripper classes (that's what I call them) and while I was visiting her she asked me to take one with her. OH.MY.GOSH.SIGN.ME.UP. It was so much fun, and a SERIOUS work out. No wonder strippers (most) have awesome bodies. 10 minutes into the workout, I was feeling the burn. Today, I can't even move, so I know it was a good workout. Even my abs are hurting. Plus the hubster thinks it's awesome that I want to learn to pole dance. Before I even took my first class, he was joking about how we could put a pole in the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (he's Mexican, everything happens in the garage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now that I am back to Vegas, I have found a studio here that I am looking to join. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with these bad boys, I am sure to fit right in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345415678918758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Si67PR7BkFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Nc5dmOBxMMc/s400/sugar-509.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just remember, at Pole Fitness class, we take off inches, not our clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7533493242791400635?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7533493242791400635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7533493242791400635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7533493242791400635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7533493242791400635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/jade-amberthighs.html' title='Jade Amberthighs'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Si65_m8j4oI/AAAAAAAAA3E/CpWQuB-kW8g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1099349830807866221</id><published>2009-06-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:23:51.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Betty Ford, I'm Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To California!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love breakfast with the Stars at Disneyland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534117032585170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL99roZ9I/AAAAAAAAA2U/A1uU8kRxbIQ/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking Little Boy to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-ipkZxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zOei0Fq35ks/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534126956046098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-ipkZxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zOei0Fq35ks/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing my boys, loving the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-bAD8CI/AAAAAAAAA2k/n7Itsm2UJSs/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534124902903842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-bAD8CI/AAAAAAAAA2k/n7Itsm2UJSs/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ocean View! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-JiYaGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/DUbCJmnY-2w/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534120215013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-JiYaGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/DUbCJmnY-2w/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the Beverly Hills 90210 beach house! I can't believe I was standing right in front of it. Right in front of the beach where David Silver wrote "I Love Don" in the sand. Ahhh, heaven. You know what would have made this moment even better????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534132278293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL-2efctI/AAAAAAAAA20/l4uOvlS01g4/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had some &lt;a href="http://www.pinkberry.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pinkberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while I was standing in front of the 90210 Beach House.&lt;br /&gt;Now that would be heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how I can get this stuff pumped into my veins? I have gone 3 times in the past 24 hours to get my fix. This sweet, tangy, frozen goodness just makes my mouth water.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am not sure how long I will be able to feed my addiction. I will be going back home to Vegas in 5 days and sadly, there are no locations there.&lt;br /&gt;(but don't worry, I plan on nagging them until they come to Vegas)&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will just have to soak up the swirly goodness while I am in California. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343534759833736210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigMjYTXlBI/AAAAAAAAA28/attq3Wh0TE4/s320/pbproductscontentnew.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1099349830807866221?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1099349830807866221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1099349830807866221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1099349830807866221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1099349830807866221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-betty-ford-im-addicted.html' title='Call Betty Ford, I&apos;m Addicted'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SigL99roZ9I/AAAAAAAAA2U/A1uU8kRxbIQ/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-761966903429103526</id><published>2009-06-03T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:10:55.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have You Been All My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; HOLY CRAP!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343240119958341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SicAlFO7h9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/VQo0fTqH2TM/s400/pbproductscontentnew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This stuff is heaven.  I'm talking H.E.A.V.E.N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked in and had no clue how this place worked.  I just knew that L.A. people go crazy for this stuff, plus my girls from "The Hills" are always eating there. So, I knew I had to try it.  I told my good friend Danielle that I wanted to try it and she told me her favorite is the original with Captain Crunch and fresh strawberries as her toppings.  Gross right?  WRONG!!  HEAVEN!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked to taste what the yogurt taste like and I about fell over it was so good.  I asked them if they could give me a 5 gallon bucket full of this stuff, but they weren't sure how to price that out, so I settled for the medium size.  Of course, I had captain crunch and fresh strawberries as my toppings, so glad I did.  Every bite was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really really devastated when it was all gone.  So devastated, that I almost walked Little Boy and I back over there, in the rain, to get another.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are leaving Hermosa Beach in a day and Hubster and Little Boy are going home, I am going to Temecula to visit my BFF Leah.  I googled the Pinkberry there, it's so close to her store.  I don't think she knows it yet, but we will be making a few trips there. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. If anyone from Pinkberry is reading this (and that is a BIG if) please call me, I think you are amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-761966903429103526?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/761966903429103526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=761966903429103526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/761966903429103526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/761966903429103526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where Have You Been All My Life'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SicAlFO7h9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/VQo0fTqH2TM/s72-c/pbproductscontentnew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3950231873230686901</id><published>2009-05-29T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:02:15.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been LAZY when it comes to blogging. My life has just been busy. I love it. The Hubster normally travels a lot but for the past two weeks he has been around, so I have been with him. My poor computer was so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways. I though I would address a few things that are annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBhFChweNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d7bhmYfcDHo/s1600-h/PH2009051701953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375897267108050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBhFChweNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d7bhmYfcDHo/s200/PH2009051701953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. The fact Notre Dame had President Obama come speak. I am not against wanting the President to come speak at your graduation. I just don't get why they would have him come give a speech, then after, criticize him. Um, HELLO!! Everyone knows his opinions are the exact opposite of the Catholic Church. Why would you want him there if it was just going to cause an outrage? I am not saying I am for or against Obama, I just felt bad that they invited him to come, then just bashed him afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Miss California. Uggh. Aren't her 15 minutes of fame over yet? Her gay marriage comment, doesn't bother me. It's the fact that we are still paying attention to her and her nude pictures. Lets move on to real issues. Seriously, lets do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBi1rIS2tI/AAAAAAAAA1s/TxCgFgReC_0/s1600-h/James_Manor_--_Photo__t180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377832311511762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBi1rIS2tI/AAAAAAAAA1s/TxCgFgReC_0/s200/James_Manor_--_Photo__t180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Here in Las Vegas, a man made a turn in front &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBjDc2bjgI/AAAAAAAAA18/pWRcrzOal9Q/s1600-h/darling_t180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341378068996656642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBjDc2bjgI/AAAAAAAAA18/pWRcrzOal9Q/s200/darling_t180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of an officer and killed him. The officer was doing 109mph in a 35mph zone with no lights or sirens. The guy was automatically to blame for not yielding to an emergency vehicle. Now, if the officer had his lights and sirens on, MAYBE, just maybe, the guy would have known the cop was speeding and that he needed to wait to make his turn. He was also charged with a DUI for having a blood alcohol limit of .03. The legal limit here is .08, so he was WELL UNDER the limit. One beer can put you at .03. Of course, the police department is covering their butts by saying he failed the field sobriety test. Who wouldn't fail it after that impact?!?! The guy was involved in a crash with a car going 109mph, then he gets out of his car, throws dirt on it to prevent fire, then tries to pull the officer out of his car. Pretty sure he wasn't drunk. Why do we have a legal limit if we are just going to punish people for being UNDER it? It is very very sad that this officer's life was taken, but what is even sadder, is that we are blaming this innocent guy just because it was a police officer. It was an accident, leave the innocent guy alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341381055174718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBlxROws0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/JKrh6jO0UeE/s320/metro_fatal1_050709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBh9Z7nRpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/HcE9LbcQt10/s1600-h/darling_t180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else is irritating me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341373294143801026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBethIzBsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/0L8gd0T3IVE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teething toddlers. This poor boy is miserable. His bottom molars are finally through, now it's time for the top ones to come in and make his life hell. He is fussy and whiny and crabby ALL.THE.TIME. Help, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3950231873230686901?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3950231873230686901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3950231873230686901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3950231873230686901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3950231873230686901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html' title='Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBhFChweNI/AAAAAAAAA1U/d7bhmYfcDHo/s72-c/PH2009051701953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5081645480909907349</id><published>2009-05-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:47:45.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBXOAfdfgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/wbXHDMwee7E/s1600-h/Ecostore-USA_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365056223149570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBXOAfdfgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/wbXHDMwee7E/s400/Ecostore-USA_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there is a new love in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Green cleaning supplies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecostoreusa.com/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eco Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; provides plant based household cleaning products, baby products and pet products. They are all toxin free and environmentally friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the opportunity to try the Toilet Cleaner and the Citrus Spray Cleaner. I must say, that I love them both!! The smell the products give off is just a clean smell. No more choking on the strong chemical smell. They clean just as well, if not better, as the leading products on the shelves at all the stores. So far, Eco Store products are available &lt;a href="http://www.ecostoreusa.com/ecostoreusaproducts.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and at Meijer stores in the Midwest.  If you would like to try these products for yourself, just leave a comment and I will randomly pick some one to win a $25 gift card to use at the Eco Store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5081645480909907349?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5081645480909907349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5081645480909907349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5081645480909907349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5081645480909907349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SiBXOAfdfgI/AAAAAAAAA1E/wbXHDMwee7E/s72-c/Ecostore-USA_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3857773421325026736</id><published>2009-05-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:56:44.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no good stories, so I thought I would post some updated pictures of Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubster got Little Boy a seat to go on the back of MY bike. I love the idea, but Little Boy is 30lbs. That's a lot of weight to carry. You can see by the look on his face, he is just as excited as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337946838412805810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXi2DxrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bVbv5MJP23Q/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at this face!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Once we got going though, he loved it. He was "oooing and aaahhing" the whole way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQynZa3cfI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UknMlpFN9Xk/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337947110760739314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQynZa3cfI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UknMlpFN9Xk/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have also been been spending time at the pool. This is obviously our fancy shmancy blowup pool in our backyard. This pool comes in handy when I don't feel like packing us up and driving to the real pool. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXMY6rxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8hOmEQUlsGg/s1600-h/267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337946832384995090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXMY6rxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8hOmEQUlsGg/s400/267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pose he does when I say, "Say cheese!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXMkDVmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPf2paS2ibE/s1600-h/266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337946832431699554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXMkDVmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPf2paS2ibE/s400/266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so as I am writing this blog and looking at the pictures, I am noticing that Little Boy has an attitude problem. Look at him. Sassy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is his new table that The Hubster bought for him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyWv5Q6BI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nusaFsisAXw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337946824736040978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyWv5Q6BI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nusaFsisAXw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to read his books at his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyWZ54FuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OZJza5wwtVk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337946818833028834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyWZ54FuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OZJza5wwtVk/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to get up there and blow raspberries. Every once in awhile he will get up there and table dance, when I get that on film, you will be the first to know. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950407580579682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQ1nTB992I/AAAAAAAAA00/TAqchgK2M1g/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3857773421325026736?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3857773421325026736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3857773421325026736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3857773421325026736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3857773421325026736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-boy-update.html' title='Little Boy Update'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQyXi2DxrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bVbv5MJP23Q/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-968125605851088396</id><published>2009-05-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:07:38.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQqYhR-BJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZRYNdVisnbA/s1600-h/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938059079845010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQqYhR-BJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZRYNdVisnbA/s400/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am down another 3 lbs!! Exciting right? I am loving it. Minus the fact that all my clothes that I love, are now becoming a little too big for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-968125605851088396?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/968125605851088396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=968125605851088396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/968125605851088396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/968125605851088396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/belly-where-are-you.html' title='Belly, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ShQqYhR-BJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZRYNdVisnbA/s72-c/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-7175628491303339</id><published>2009-05-13T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:20:00.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Official Like A Referee With A Whistle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Weight Watchers Wednesday people and I am officially losing weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325490973269458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SgriRCqMXdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ECJyPuGzhT4/s400/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me just tell you, you know you were big when the Hubster is now bragging about how much weight you lost!  Haha, he kills me.  He loves to tell everyone how skinny I am now and how much weight I lost.  I am so happy he brags, but at the same time I am thinking, "man, I must have been a HUUGGEE  biatch!" (sorry for the profanity, that saying just fit.)  =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know I didn't report on my skinniness last week, it was a crazy week. Not for weight loss, just for me.  Very busy.  But I am glad to say that I am down 5lbs since the last WW Wednesday.  I know that may not seem like a lot, but for me, it is.  I am in that "I only have 10 lbs to go" phase.  So every LB that I say see ya to, makes me happy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, if I could just get my butt to the gym.  I have been doing the Wii Fit, but I need more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Too bad I am just lazy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-7175628491303339?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7175628491303339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=7175628491303339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7175628491303339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/7175628491303339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-official-like-referee-with-whistle.html' title='I&apos;m Official Like A Referee With A Whistle'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SgriRCqMXdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ECJyPuGzhT4/s72-c/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2642976312948610938</id><published>2009-05-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:03:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldie, But Goodie</title><content type='html'>I posted this back in October, but because I have so many prego people in my life right now, I felt the need to bring it back.  So here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was at Target the other day, and I overheard a conversation with an employee and a pregnant woman checking out. It was such an awkward conversation and I wanted to climb over the counter and punch the employee in the nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just made me think back to my pregnancy and reminded me of all the stuff that people I DIDN'T know would say that irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you pregnant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My response was always "No, I am just really fat!!"&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask this question ever!! What if they are heavy and not carrying a little nemo in there? Then how bad do you feel? And if they are pregnant, it is none of your business anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When are you due?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This question really annoyed me!! Only because when I would tell them the date, they would start going on and on about their due date and how their baby came late or early and blah blah. By the time they were done, my ice cream was melted or my french fries were cold (which ever one my little fetus was craving at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I touch your belly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, no. Never. Please back away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it a boy or girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter? Seriously. Once I tell you what it is, you are then going to ask what name I have, then you will proceed to give me your opinion on my name choice. Can I remind you that I am pregnant and very moody??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much weight have you gained?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? How much weight have you gained, fatty? Would you say this to someone who wasn't pregnant? So why would you say it to a prego when her hormones haven't seen normal in 6 months? Some people's children!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to breastfeed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would NEVER ask someone I didn't know, if they were going to put the baby on the boob. That is such a personal decision and none of your business, nosey lady at walmart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing is when you go to dinner and people get these scared looks on their faces like if they don't order before you, they might not get any. That's the best.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, how about when you go to lunch with your parents and when you order an appetizer and a sandwich, your dad looks at you and says, "No wonder you are 200lbs."&lt;br /&gt;I am serious, my Dad said that to me. It's hilarious now, but then, I think I cried hysterically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It was embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure there are plenty more questions or comments that people say, those were just the ones that random strangers would ask me on a daily basis.  It's amazing how once you have a little nemo taking up residence inside of you, people think that have a right to know every detail of how it got there and how it's getting out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you don't know them, leave pregnant girls alone.&lt;br /&gt;And if you do know them? Don't ask to enter them into a hot dog eating contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2642976312948610938?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2642976312948610938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2642976312948610938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2642976312948610938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2642976312948610938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/oldie-but-goodie.html' title='Oldie, But Goodie'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5350141447285677565</id><published>2009-05-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:05:37.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family and I were at Einstein Bagels this morning. First of all, the line was OUT.THE.DOOR. when we got there. They only had one order taker. (can you kind of see where this is going?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After waiting so patiently in line for 15+ minutes, it was finally our turn to order what we wanted. I start to tell the guy what I want and he is repeating my order to me like he was The Copy Machine Guy on Saturday Night Live. After the Hubster tells him what he wants, I give him my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331813204691386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sf5n3EpeAHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N6n9tCmgJAg/s400/rob_schneider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is where it all went down hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I tell the kid (he was a kid) my name, he looks at me with this, "I just saw a ghost" face. I immediately assume he can't spell my name. I start to spell it for him. He still looks stunned. I finally say, "OK, what's the problem?" OK, now brace yourself, I am not making up his response. He looks right at me and says, "I am just so confused because I swear someone before you just said that was their name." I laughed. I know that is rude, don't lecture me. But seriously, he really said that to me? The whole time I am hitting the Hubster in the leg like, can you believe this kid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after I recovered from my shock, I say to him, "OK, well it probably was their name, it's mine too." The kid still looks confused. So then I tell him to put it under the Hubster's name. Nope, that just confused him more. I say to him, "what's the issue?" Brace yourself again. He says, "I am still just confused, like, did I already ask you your name or was that really the persons name who ordered before you?" Um hello, like I know the persons name in front of me!! I finally just say to him, "I have no clue, but there are people out there that have the same name." And just like that, he snapped out of his stunned look and said, "Oh yeah, totally, you're right." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. I ended the story there because, need I say more? &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/3203899191747122423-5350141447285677565?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5350141447285677565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5350141447285677565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5350141447285677565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5350141447285677565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/job-opening.html' title='Job Opening'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sf5n3EpeAHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N6n9tCmgJAg/s72-c/rob_schneider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5116357506317805840</id><published>2009-04-28T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:57:36.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need one of these!!  I have been practicing on my mom's old machine from 1975 (I am not exaggerating, she bought it in 1975) and I am ready for a new one.  One that is much more user friendly.  I have sooooo many projects I want to start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The BFF is having a little miss thing and she is due September 27th.  So I need to get sewing ASAP!  We need burp cloths, head bands, blankets, bibs and lots more.  She has two boys already, so EVERYTHING must be cute, girlie and sassy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I need one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone know of one that is good for a beginner?  And I mean, BEGINNER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need all the fancy shmancy gadgets.  I just need the basics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;User friendly is a good phrase in my world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SfeyUMGWZhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/QOPtaTGhoLE/s1600-h/356991_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924743931258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SfeyUMGWZhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/QOPtaTGhoLE/s400/356991_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another thing, this guy S C A R E S me.  I mean, really scares me.  I am all for freedom of expression, but sometimes, those expressions scare me. Is that ok to say? =) He can for sure sing though, it's just, his nail polish and eyeliner, scares me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SfeyUF1r2QI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x4TiWPsIjos/s1600-h/aifreakyadam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329924742250748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SfeyUF1r2QI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x4TiWPsIjos/s400/aifreakyadam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5116357506317805840?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5116357506317805840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5116357506317805840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5116357506317805840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5116357506317805840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SfeyUMGWZhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/QOPtaTGhoLE/s72-c/356991_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2928371931364059088</id><published>2009-04-23T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:18:52.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually don't do these types of posts, but because I can't get enough of &lt;a href="http://www.thegillhamfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I am doing it for her. (even though she talks bad about Disney!!) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Losing 20lbs&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting in our backyard sipping cocktails&lt;br /&gt;3. Pool days twice a week!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Being tan&lt;br /&gt;5. Little boy talking&lt;br /&gt;6. Pedicures&lt;br /&gt;7. Florida vacation&lt;br /&gt;8. Our bike run in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things I did yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cleaned the car seats&lt;br /&gt;2. Organized my craft room.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate half a veggie pizza. At least it was veggie.&lt;br /&gt;4. Picked up kits for all my promo jobs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Worked out on the Wii Fit. Woo woo!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Took a shower. (sometimes that's a chore)&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched TV on the couch with Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things I wish I could do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat shrimp and drink Corona's on the beach in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan weddings&lt;br /&gt;3. Retire at Disneyland, or Disneyworld. I am not picky.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit all Hubster's family in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a Wii sports Tournament with my Uncle Jim and Aunt Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have another baby.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop caring what people think or say.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight shows I watch on TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2. 90210&lt;br /&gt;3. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;4. The Hills&lt;br /&gt;5. The Real Housewives&lt;br /&gt;6. Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;br /&gt;7. Millionaire Matchmaker&lt;br /&gt;8. RW/RR The Duel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2928371931364059088?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2928371931364059088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2928371931364059088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2928371931364059088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2928371931364059088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2526904538480302839</id><published>2009-04-22T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:56:24.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WW Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Se_uiuPXexI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wMAwwafWyUQ/s1600-h/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327739164498033426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Se_uiuPXexI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wMAwwafWyUQ/s400/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh snap!! Mama lost 3lbs this week. I didn't even follow WW very strict, remember my Disney trip? So you can see why I didn't expect to lose any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, today, my mom let me borrow her Wii Fit and I get to use it for 3 weeks while she is recovering. (she had her baby making parts removed) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That means, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next week, we might see another 3lbs gone. At this pace, I could be at my goal weight in a few months. Oh and don't even keep reading hoping I will mention what my goal weight is, because I am not saying! At least not until I reach it. I don't want you all to die of shock at how much I MUST weigh right now. I need you around for moral support. So once I hit my goal, you will be the first to know. Then instead of passing out from shock, you can fill me with compliments like, "girl, you did not look like you weighed that much!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2526904538480302839?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2526904538480302839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2526904538480302839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2526904538480302839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2526904538480302839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/ww-wednesday.html' title='WW Wednesday'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Se_uiuPXexI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wMAwwafWyUQ/s72-c/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-5275421700070300692</id><published>2009-04-19T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:16:53.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland aka Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh!! The screaming kids, people cutting you off, getting your heels run over by cheap walmart strollers, waiting in 45 minute lines, paying $34.50 for a churro and soda.......what's not to love about Disney!?!? It's the Happiest Place On Earth people!! Things that would make you go POSTAL in everyday life, are ok behind the magical gates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another great thing, breakfast with the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just another day in the life of little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Little Boy, loving him some Minnie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604088372673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMmKYvAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WOKgEB1AYuw/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Little Boy about to poop his pants!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minnie shouldn't have jumped to 3rd base so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmM1mV8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/WzqzQwMjrbQ/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604092516463346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmM1mV8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/WzqzQwMjrbQ/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his face, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMlVQ1SI/AAAAAAAAAyU/kO9-Bo3C2zc/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604088149857570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMlVQ1SI/AAAAAAAAAyU/kO9-Bo3C2zc/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Chip. Little boy tried to hit him in the head. Sorry Chip! (or are you Dale?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMdUoKPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pMRWN7o_3Tc/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604085999708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMdUoKPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pMRWN7o_3Tc/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest thing ever! Yes, that is Hubster, riding the Carousel with Little Boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a proud mama.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604096842283890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmNFtsu3I/AAAAAAAAAys/Dpyloa2E2nE/s320/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-5275421700070300692?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5275421700070300692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=5275421700070300692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5275421700070300692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/5275421700070300692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/disneyland-aka-heaven.html' title='Disneyland aka Heaven'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevmMmKYvAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WOKgEB1AYuw/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-1532027070142118964</id><published>2009-04-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:44:47.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Guys Shouldn't Babysit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.......my dad was babysitting. He did a great job. I would just like to address a few obvious no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, lets start with giving Little Boy a beer. Remember &lt;a href="http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/disturbing.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone else smell a relapse?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sevi6N6EOqI/AAAAAAAAAyE/S0t-Y-y6FSg/s1600-h/IMG00095-20090321-1836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600474089241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sevi6N6EOqI/AAAAAAAAAyE/S0t-Y-y6FSg/s400/IMG00095-20090321-1836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he does relapse, we prefer it be with GOOD beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326607840815143042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevpnBGY2II/AAAAAAAAAy0/kxUhNCyMJ9I/s400/IMG01469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, don't make him use a box as a superhero mask. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sevi56UeDFI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Yv-hMbPX6WU/s1600-h/cid_IMG00096-20090321-1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600468831276114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sevi56UeDFI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Yv-hMbPX6WU/s400/cid_IMG00096-20090321-1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Give him a real mask, where he can breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like this.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326607846377698722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SevpnV0mtaI/AAAAAAAAAy8/M7JwBjZF7_4/s400/IMG01363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all I am saying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-1532027070142118964?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1532027070142118964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=1532027070142118964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1532027070142118964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/1532027070142118964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-guys-shouldnt-babysit.html' title='Why Guys Shouldn&apos;t Babysit'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sevi6N6EOqI/AAAAAAAAAyE/S0t-Y-y6FSg/s72-c/IMG00095-20090321-1836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-8478113852592656120</id><published>2009-04-16T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:41:21.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Lose The Weight, But You're Still Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in love with &lt;a href="http://www.makemineamojito.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mojito Maven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I. Love. Her.  Her blog is so sassy and so much fun.  I also love that she is on the Weight Watchers train!  She and &lt;a href="http://akincarroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blue Eyed Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; started Weight Watchers Wednesdays.  It's just a way to keep track of your progress and share your journey.  So I am jumping aboard!  That's right, you know I love me a good fit train.  So every Wednesday, tune in to watch my fat rolls turn into sexy abs of steal! (ok, I dream right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SedbuCDSbxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/z1JynMt0i8s/s1600-h/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325930771672850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SedbuCDSbxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/z1JynMt0i8s/s400/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-8478113852592656120?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8478113852592656120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=8478113852592656120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8478113852592656120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/8478113852592656120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-lose-weight-but-youre-still-ugly.html' title='I Can Lose The Weight, But You&apos;re Still Ugly'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SedbuCDSbxI/AAAAAAAAAx0/z1JynMt0i8s/s72-c/WWW_Badge_Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6225744462066038940</id><published>2009-04-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:37:17.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SeHf2czObaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mk_7mSNmsUY/s1600-h/pic19169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323782361065614754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SeHf2czObaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mk_7mSNmsUY/s400/pic19169.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/3203899191747122423-6225744462066038940?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6225744462066038940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6225744462066038940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6225744462066038940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6225744462066038940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SeHf2czObaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mk_7mSNmsUY/s72-c/pic19169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-2764800141812113145</id><published>2009-04-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:33:42.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Make This Stuff Up</title><content type='html'>Officer: Good Afternoon Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Are you aware that you are driving in the Carpool Lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very aware, how scary would it be if I said no?  (I laughed, he didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Ma'am, this lane is dedicated for people with two or more passengers, and it's very obvious you are traveling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The sign says that those rules only apply between certain hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: What sign? (then he points to the sign posted right where we were and says.....) That sign right there says two or more passengers or motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I can read that sign. But the sign back there, states times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Again, Ma'am, which sign? One we've already passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that would be why I said the sign back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: I see that you just bought this car, so I am assuming you don't have your registration yet, but do you have a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You assumed right, here is my license. (hand him my license) Hubster just bought me this car, do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Very nice Ma'am, sit tight, I will be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I will be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(comes back to my car)&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Ok, now I will let you off this time, just next time be aware that this lane is reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Reserved for who? I am not driving in it during the rush hour times! You have to let me off, I didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Technically I could give you a ticket for insubordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing) Insubordination? I am not being insubordinate, I am simply pleading my case. Hubster would kill me if I got a ticket, especially if he had to take time off work to go to the courthouse and watch me plead my case to the judge and prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Ma'am, have a good day and drive safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is ANOTHER example of why I am no longer driving in the Carpool lane, EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have no clue what I am talking about, &lt;a href="http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-mr-officer-sir.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;read here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-2764800141812113145?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2764800141812113145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=2764800141812113145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2764800141812113145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/2764800141812113145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-make-this-stuff-up.html' title='You Can&apos;t Make This Stuff Up'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3264083926355657983</id><published>2009-04-06T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:19:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not abandoned my blog. I have been sooooo busy. With what you say? Well, sit back and relax and enjoy the picture OVERLOAD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, a good friend of mine has been planning her big day. So we had a Bridal Shower, Bachelorette Party and finally the Wedding!&lt;br /&gt;For her bachelorette party, we hung out at the Red Rock Casino and just laid by the pool all day and bowled all night. You can't beat their cosmic bowling, $12.50 a person and $9 pitchers of beer! My kind of night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Bride To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744625817945922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sdqiipc5B0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ObLN2UNLi7o/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tan lines for this bride, she needed some sunscreen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744633346465602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqijFf1H0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/XD9I8FEPW7k/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night at bowling, this is the famous Lacey Ellis (bride) face. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744637706356642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqijVvTx6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/UIdtlol6weA/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, You do, We do! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744644698915666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sdqijvydw1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3mqzeY8Ja-Q/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy rocking his tie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course he won't look at the camera because he is staring at the bag of animal crackers I am holding in my lap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746346853526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqkG0zv6jI/AAAAAAAAAws/7KawWsBeQXE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tie is gone, he got crazy on the dance floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744643695221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqijsDKmfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/XPbCYlOCKKE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day we had a BBQ to go to for one my&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; most favorite people ever&lt;/span&gt;!! Her hubby is turning the big 30!! So went over there for some good food and good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is with her birthday hubby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746358661650578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqkHgzBmJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7RrUZrgJtvQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her and I.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she has the same syndrome as the hubster. For some reason they HAVE to make goofy faces in every picture I take of them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747983106223314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqlmEUyrNI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UXp_F1YrhQ8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good shot! Finally. She is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746364326484082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqkH15oGHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/i6IWFycB2nc/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, he is in a planter, in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;He is a boy, what can I say. Before I took this picture, he was sitting in the dirt, dumping dirt on his head. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746355649604242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqkHVk5apI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Nppo_YSF9PM/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746357022671586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdqkHasQwuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/YWlBnlU2DMQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another family shot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321747980728617314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sdqll7d7SWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hShkdemkljM/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that ladies and gents, is what I have been up to. I will now be getting back to my regular sassy blogging. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-3264083926355657983?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3264083926355657983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3264083926355657983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3264083926355657983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3264083926355657983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Gone But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Sdqiipc5B0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ObLN2UNLi7o/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-3880381527640603956</id><published>2009-03-31T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:05:16.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tramp In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319566047348458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdLlIsNvBPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MybckchWa30/s400/amd_dora_old.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Um, so Dora the Explorer, grew up.  I mean GREW up.  She went from preschool skank, to middle school tramp overnight.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319565969527522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdLlEKTxxjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/EVMt3baAAdY/s400/amd_dora_new.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the only picture the creators would release right now, but give me a break.  Dora the Explorer is her name, correct??  What exactly will she be exploring in this outfit?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought her old outfit was bad, she was always showing off her belly, but this one takes the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  What is her deal?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe she is trying to get Handy Manny's attention.  Hmmm.  &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/3203899191747122423-3880381527640603956?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3880381527640603956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=3880381527640603956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3880381527640603956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/3880381527640603956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-tramp-in-town.html' title='New Tramp In Town'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/SdLlIsNvBPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MybckchWa30/s72-c/amd_dora_old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-912657984953568663</id><published>2009-03-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:32:26.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs L., over at &lt;a href="http://dejalarsen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Caddywumpus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (one of my FAVORITE blogs) is having a contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is giving away this cute necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316992088788598978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ScnAIlXOgMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/B2_HrvLsF-I/s400/hulapop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go visit her and check the place out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make sure you leave a comment, so when she picks a winner, it could be you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't lie, I am hoping you don't get picked. I want to get picked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-912657984953568663?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/912657984953568663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=912657984953568663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/912657984953568663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/912657984953568663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/slightly-obsessed.html' title='Slightly Obsessed'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/ScnAIlXOgMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/B2_HrvLsF-I/s72-c/hulapop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203899191747122423.post-6506219092867740848</id><published>2009-03-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:20:25.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Likes Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why don't you go eat some worms and quit crying!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316986851709416482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Scm7XvuP9CI/AAAAAAAAAvc/aCun0K79W8E/s320/biggest-loser-couples-tara-always-looking-for-a-challenge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love The Biggest Loser. And I mean LOVE. I do jumping jacks during the commercials and I cry when the contestants cry. However, give.me.a.break Tara!! She has been dominating the competition since day one. So on tonight's episode, people targeted her to lose the challenge. What does she do? Whine and cry about how it doesn't feel good to be picked on. Ok, you're right about that Tara. Then, she storms off, won't talk to anyone but her partner, Laura, and she is crying. Not only is she crying, she is saying she wants to quit. EXCUSE ME?? Quit? You have been given an amazing opportunity and just because the kids on the playground are picking on you, because they are jealous of you, you're going to quit??? I am disgusted just thinking about it. Of course, it was all for show and her partner talks her out of it and pumps her up and convinces her to stay. But what a brat right? What a whiny brat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone knows my motto is, "No one likes a whiner!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203899191747122423-6506219092867740848?l=zachsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6506219092867740848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203899191747122423&amp;postID=6506219092867740848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6506219092867740848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203899191747122423/posts/default/6506219092867740848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobody-likes-me.html' title='Nobody Likes Me!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10151692166592783066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/S1YOfv1IIGI/AAAAAAAABGA/wm2gWX_3OC4/S220/us2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXVBe2YrVdk/Scm7XvuP9CI/AAAAAAAAAvc/aCun0K79W8E/s72-c/biggest-loser-couples-tara-always-looking-for-a-challenge2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
