<?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-12675674</id><updated>2011-08-27T04:00:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eye of the Hurricane</title><subtitle type='html'>A peek inside a storm in girl form...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-8742607323529882334</id><published>2010-11-29T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:33:24.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurgence</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to feel the urge to blog again... I don't know why. All of a sudden I find out I'm going to be unemployed and I'm ready to blog. I don't know what I'm going to blog about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened since I last blogged. Well, I've had kids, I've had 2 different jobs and I've become a preacher at my church. Taking pastoral classes and what not, it's been a crazy couple of years. I also have a really nice home life now. More settled in than ever. Yes, this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is no longer the eye of the hurricane. It's just peaceful and satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-8742607323529882334?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8742607323529882334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=8742607323529882334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/8742607323529882334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/8742607323529882334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2010/11/resurgence.html' title='Resurgence'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-4542403403266402466</id><published>2008-10-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:15:28.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years?</title><content type='html'>yeh it's really been 2 years since i've written in this blog... amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-4542403403266402466?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4542403403266402466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=4542403403266402466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/4542403403266402466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/4542403403266402466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-years.html' title='2 years?'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-116187790905411043</id><published>2006-10-26T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:51:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Great Pumpkin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So Tuesday we went to meet my girl JC and her grrrrrrls at the Dell'Osso Farms Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great time! The kids had a great time and everyone was exhausted afterward. We played in the corn maze. Thanks to Little J and The Husb for finding our way through the maze. We only got 2 stamps though. It was kinda warm yesterday. Then we took a ride on the tractor tram and took a hay ride too. I have never taken a hayride. There was actual hay on the trailer that was being pulled by a tractor! It was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lemme see, we also let the kids in the petting zoo. Oh my GAH! They loved it! The goats were taller than they were. There were a couple of goats that were little and Jacob went around claiming them. "MY GOAT! MY GOAT!" So cute! They also got to feed the animals. They also got their hands scrubbed like never before!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a little playground there so they played with that and then we looked for pumpkins but got distracted by the hay pyramid and the hay bale maze, as well as the hay bale tunnel. YAY! &lt;/p&gt;It was a great day! I'm glad I have a friend like JC and her daughters to share stuff like that with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-116187790905411043?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/116187790905411043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=116187790905411043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/116187790905411043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/116187790905411043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-great-pumpkin.html' title='It&apos;s the Great Pumpkin!'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115940873657664536</id><published>2006-09-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:58:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La Doot Doot Doot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this weekend was rather busy. It was good but it went by way too                                 fast and now we're super tired still and Jake my teacake has a runny                                 nose again. I tell you, people just keep your sick kids at home because                                 my kids will find your kids and get infected with whatever germ they're                                 sportin'. Okay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Saturday we hung out and we went to the ILs                                 house like we usually do. It was a kinda relaxing time but not really.                                 It's rarely ever completely relaxing. The FIL had gone to the Cal game.                                 He got home about 430pm or so. Then we all just hung some more, the                                 kids rode their bikes. They look too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday was a pretty good (but extremely long and tiring) day. We woke up and got ready to go to the Twins Club Annual Picnic. OH MY GAH! So many multiples. I even saw some quints! Thank St. Jude we didn't have quints! I think that I would have died. Anyway, we had a decent time. The husb saw and chatted with a guy that he hadn't seen in about 15 years. It was the brother of his friend that died. How awkward might that be!? He and his wife are very very nice and they live in Pleasanton. We are going to start hanging out with them which will be nice because we really need friends our age who have kids, although their twins are almost 5. I also met a pair of 2 year old twins that were a little too much for anyone to handle, including their parents who had just had another set of twins 3 months ago... One with yellow frosting all over his face and the other with red frosting in almost the same spots. Their names you ask: Waylon and Willie. &lt;/p&gt;I'm seriously considering closing up the factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115940873657664536?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115940873657664536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115940873657664536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115940873657664536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115940873657664536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-la-la-doot-doot-doot.html' title='La La La Doot Doot Doot'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115531690147971266</id><published>2006-08-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:21:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>haven't really been keeping up with this blog have i... oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115531690147971266?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115531690147971266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115531690147971266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115531690147971266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115531690147971266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115255031018004042</id><published>2006-07-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:51:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Wonderwall...</title><content type='html'>Anyway, yesterday we went to the Alameda County Fair in Pleasanton (P-Town). UGH! It is definitely a sociological study. Anyway... we hung out for a little bit and even at 630pm it was still way too hot so we went back to the ILs house and gave the kids a bath and then ate pizza and came home... the kids were exhausted from the heat and running around which is a good thing I think... I slept upstairs most of the night and the wind was a crazy old man because he was throwing things around last night at 0200 hours. I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today might be a chill day but I'm not quite sure. I am probably going to finish up the chicken stew I made on Saturday. The kids loved it so maybe that will be their lunch today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd birthday party is coming up. I don't have a theme and I don't know if I should order invites or just do evite. I would like to order paper invites though. I have to look for some. Who knows... Last years I thought were super cute. Okay that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115255031018004042?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115255031018004042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115255031018004042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115255031018004042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115255031018004042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-my-wonderwall.html' title='You&apos;re My Wonderwall...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115228724921459179</id><published>2006-07-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:47:29.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair is Black and My Eyes are Green But Maria's Not My Name</title><content type='html'>I  woke up this morning pretty tired still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights sleep was NOT restful at all. Jake kept waking up which has me going up and down the stairs since they sleep downstairs and I am upstairs. See if I was still co-sleeping I would have been right there and not too much sleep would have been lost but since I decided it was time for them to be independent instead of codependent sleepers, I get screwed like this ever so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY at like 230am I decided I would sleep with the kids and get at least 5 hours of sleep-a-roo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Mama Zombie, waiting for nap time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I made a fresh pot of coffee today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115228724921459179?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115228724921459179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115228724921459179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115228724921459179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115228724921459179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hair-is-black-and-my-eyes-are-green.html' title='My Hair is Black and My Eyes are Green But Maria&apos;s Not My Name'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115211572716241104</id><published>2006-07-05T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:08:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th of July</title><content type='html'>:::chip-a-chip-away your shell and come to me:::Don't ask. There is a youTube thingy out there that Katy and Jakey LOVE LOVE LOVE and it's a little girl singing that song. They need to watch a million times a day. I can't type the word day. I typed gay then fay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been taking the kids down to the pool and they LOVE LOVE it! We got some video of it too. I will try to post it. You can totally hear me holding my breath as they are both in the water, worried and such... It's weird, I don't sound like myself but then I do. Anyway, my typing is awful. I keep misspelling words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo, things are good here. We are transitioning ME out of the family bed and into my big beautiful comfy bed upstairs. Okay so the kids are going to sleep together for a while, that's okay I'm sure. I don't think anything bad can happen plus they really really need eachother to comfort one another. You should see, when Jakey cries Katy runs to him and says, "Jakey Jakey!" and she rubs his back and hugs him! SO FLIPPIN' SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husb has to work today. Which just isn't fair but since he's away, I will see if this restaurant is open so I can get my tuna melt. Oh my heck, that's the best tuna melt I have ever ever ever eaten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all well and happy and smiling! I miss Jeff Buckley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is some drama going on in San Anto and I was left with my jaw dropped. It's family drama but WHOA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115211572716241104?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115211572716241104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115211572716241104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115211572716241104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115211572716241104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/07/5th-of-july.html' title='5th of July'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115161725457587295</id><published>2006-06-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:40:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Botttle of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was so much drama in the mother's of twins club that I actually wrote a post that I was going to submit. I didn't end up sending it because I thought I might get ex-communicated from the group. So other lady sent a similar post last night saying many of the things I was going to say, only nicer. I guess I am ghetto after all...hee... nothing like bickering between suburban moms about what she said and how she said it and how she had her hands on her hips making fun of me... chatafuckup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, K is still doing fabulously with her potty training! She rocks the potty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemme see what else, OHHHH! We took the kiddos to the pool for the first time yesterday. They LOVE LOVE LOVED it! So I'm going to get my ass to Target and get them some swimming gear. Swim vests and what not. I need to get a swim suit too. UGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl JC came over and it looks like we'll probably be going to Vegas to go see Glenn and Caryn in a few weeks. YAY! That's exciting! I can't wait! I'll take the kids and she might not bring hers but who knows. I will also get to see Potato and Chikiboo. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115161725457587295?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115161725457587295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115161725457587295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115161725457587295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115161725457587295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/06/botttle-of-sunshine.html' title='Botttle of Sunshine'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115107561821516446</id><published>2006-06-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:13:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leona naess is God today...</title><content type='html'>Yeh, she is. I love her. She is just beyond awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Things here have been good. I haven't written in so long of course but still. IT'S FLIPPIN' HOT HERE! It's suppose to get up to 100 degrees here in D-ville. NO GOOD! We are going to stay inside again, like we have for the last 3 days. My poor twinks. They are suffering from cabin fever! Too hot to expose their little sensitive skin to the heat though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will think up some more games to play and more songs to sing and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has really been going on. On Saturday I went shopping and bought the Husb a watch for Father's Day and lots of clothes for the tinies. They will look adorable as usual....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115107561821516446?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115107561821516446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115107561821516446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115107561821516446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115107561821516446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/06/leona-naess-is-god-today.html' title='leona naess is God today...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-115038868855642081</id><published>2006-06-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:24:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like summer to me...</title><content type='html'>It seems like summer is already here in all it's glory. It's nice so far, hasn't been grossly hot but I can't complain too much. The famils in Texas says it's too hot there for me to complain about the weather here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have been neglecting putting the words I have in my head down in this here blog. It's not hard for me to remember it's here but it's hard for me to find time to actually sit down and collect my thoughts and write... I should be better about it but I just am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I went to the Mother's of Twins Club New Members Dinner. It's safe to say that I don't look like, act like or even smell like 98% of the women there. I have nothing in common with them, except for a couple of women that is. The only thing we have in common is that we have multiples. Everyone else is so into the whole deal about being a suburban mom. I don't mind being a stay at home suburban mom but c'mon. Seriously, I was the only xicana there and one of like maybe 4 non-skinny people. I introduced myself to these two women as we were asked to mingle and they looked at me like I was out of my league introducing myself to them. I didn't want to talk to them anyway. I felt really out of place and awkward. But then my friend Elise showed up and I was relieved. Elise is a white version of me. It really makes me not want to show myself at those meetings ever again. But I kinda Promised Elise that I would go to meetings with her. I had a virgin margarita. I really like frozen drinks. So anyway, I am not one of those competitive mother's whose child is playing piano and reading medical journals by age 18 months. I'm a much more mellower mom. I'm excited that my son is screaming his name to stake his claim to something. Yay for screaming "JA-COB" or something that sounds like it anyway. UGH! There was this woman there that told me that her near-2 twin girls (she was in our playgroup) know how to count to ten and they don't cry at all. She really said, "We can go 4 or 5 days without there being any crying in our house." Well pin a fucking rose on your motherfucking nose biotch! My kids cry. They cry when someone takes something from the other, when they fall off the slide, when they want me to hold them, when they are too overstimulated, when they are tired and just when they feel like crying. I think kids are suppose to cry but that's just my dumb ass thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women congregate together by playgroup. Playgroups are very very important in this group. It's a political thing. You have be in the right playgroup, if you're in the wrong playgroup, it's possible that none of your needs will get met. Have you ever heard of such a political mother's group before?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway on to what we did yesterday, we went to Fairy Tale Town in Sacramento. I'm gonna say it, it's a HASSLE to get the twins ready to go anywhere, much less somewhere that's a couple of hours away. ARGH!!! The kids had a BLAST! Katy wandered off and my FIL went to get her but he didn't tell anyone and I was in the bathroom and when I came out they asked me if I had Katy and I was like what?!?!?!?! So I ended up running my ass all over that fucking park looking for my girl child, only to find that she was safe with her grandpa and he just didn't say anything. I mean, c'mon, common sense will tell ya that you should say something about where you are going especially when there is a near-two-year-old involved. Scared the holy crap out of me. But then the rest of the day was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been listening to a lot of Dan Zanes and Iris DeMent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-115038868855642081?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/115038868855642081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=115038868855642081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115038868855642081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/115038868855642081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/06/seems-like-summer-to-me.html' title='Seems like summer to me...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114954921799386225</id><published>2006-06-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:13:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the last train to Pottysville</title><content type='html'>The girly girl baby is on the train to potty trainingville and it's sooo awesome! She has been sitting and peeing and pooping on the potty for months now but the last four days has been different. She is actually asking me to go to the potty and pee. PEE!!!! I'm so proud of her! She has pooped a couple of times but the peeing things is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy baby isn't that enthused anymore. He was doing marvelous but then he decided that it must be too much work right now. He's still going just not telling me, I have to just guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114954921799386225?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114954921799386225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114954921799386225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114954921799386225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114954921799386225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-last-train-to-pottysville.html' title='Take the last train to Pottysville'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114901477197721257</id><published>2006-05-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:46:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally</title><content type='html'>Well we woke up this morning from a long weekend and the baby daughter started throwing up. ACK! My poor child. I don't know what's wrong but hopefully it will pass very very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a bbq at the MILs. The FIL comes back today from Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby son is happy go lucky and doing yoga poses. Seriously, he's doing the Child Pose (bala-asana) perfectly. Probably because he is a child and it's very very easy for him to get into that pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nicolas and his partner Yesenia meditate and do yoga with their daughter Azucena as a daily routine. Perhaps I will start doing something like that. From what I have heard their girl baby is very well balanced and centered. She's 4 now. I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kidlets are eating their apple and listening to Dan Zanes, I should get out there but they are having so much fun without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114901477197721257?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114901477197721257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114901477197721257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114901477197721257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114901477197721257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/naturally.html' title='Naturally'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114874508093628155</id><published>2006-05-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:51:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane In the Membrane</title><content type='html'>This week was kinda crazy... Just kinda. You know, not really weirdly crazy but it had enough drama in it so that I was happy to call it a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday were pretty normal days. Then on Tuesday night the Husb told me that the had scheduled his Wave Front Lasik surgery for Thursday. O-KAY! So that was one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just kinda putted around doing some small but essential chores on Wednesday. Grocery shopping got done and we went to the tot lot down the street. I didn't cook that day. I decided that we would have leftovers! Yay for leftovers and tupperware. The kids were pretty tired so they went to sleep quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday started out kinda normal. We just hung out and had breaky and what not. The MIL came over about 12pm and the Husb came home from work. He had lunch and then we got ready to go to the laser center to get his eyes sliced and diced. Had issues with the pharmacy. Of course, why wouldn't I... Then we came home and the MIL stayed until about 9pm. I made rice and cream of chicken slop for dinner. I like slop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Thursday I found out that one of my friends passed. He was only 35 years old. I am still some what in shock but mostly just curious. His girlfriend didn't tell us how he died, just that he died and I suppose that maybe an explanation (died in his sleep is what I just read) will come soon but I can't help but wonder. He had been severely depressed recently and she did say that he didn't commit suicide. Which is a relief. There are so many ways to die. So I talked to my friends that knew him and we decided that we should do something in his honour. Since the funeral is going to be in Ohio I'm looking into foundations or flowers or something. He was a coold guy. He liked the Golden Girls and folky country bluegrassy music. He liked cookingand knitting and he moved from the Bay Area to NY to be with Janette. Anway, I do blather on... I will miss my friend. He was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the Husb and I went to this eye appointment to see if everything was okay. They said he was healing perfectly. We went to lunch afterward, sans kiddos cause the MIL was taking care of them. Do you know how long it had been since we had been alone!?!?!?! It was great. Came home and then we went over ot Nordstrom's to by the Husb some cool shades for his now non-prescription face. He's beautiful still. Even without his glasses. Afterward we went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a lot of go-go-go this week but it's over and now we can move at the snails pace I like....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114874508093628155?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114874508093628155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114874508093628155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114874508093628155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114874508093628155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/insane-in-membrane.html' title='Insane In the Membrane'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114831259462700827</id><published>2006-05-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:43:14.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't pull the rope</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to J and K both yapping for daddy. Yay! I just slept uncomfortably all night long with you and you want your daddy. Sure thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a lazzzzzy ass day. We didn't get a move on until about 2pm. It rained all morning so the parks were wet and we decided to take the kids to The Jungle in Concord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a good time. It was crowded though and they don't do a good job keeping the big kids out of the toddler area, even though they say they do. So anyway, a good time was had by all and we came home and had dinner. Then we watched Sesame Street until like we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir of whines has commenced...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114831259462700827?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114831259462700827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114831259462700827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114831259462700827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114831259462700827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-pull-rope.html' title='don&apos;t pull the rope'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114822628549875944</id><published>2006-05-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:44:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my life, is changing everyday...</title><content type='html'>I had the craziest dream. I had a dream that I was pregnant and I didn't know that I was pregnant. All of a sudden my water broke and I gave birth at my house to my daughter. We put her in the sink and washed her off and my husb told me I had to go to the doctor's office because I just gave birth and they're going to want to know about it. I said okay and went to my Dr.'s office and they wouldn't see me yet I had to wait in the waiting room and I was starving and they brought me a plate of food and I was told that I would need an escort out because this was also an abortion clinic and there were people protesting out there. So I waited and waited and I must have seen my doctor but I don't remember that part. Then all of a sudden I was going to a Juliana Hatfield concert where John Strohm was also playing. She came up to the girls I was sitting next to and asked what song she wanted to hear. She said, "Pet Semetary" I was like What the Fizzle is that?!?!?! So she started singing the song (It was spelled like the movie in my dream) then John Strohm came out on stage and sang a song that I was singing in the dream but now I can't for the life of me remember the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114822628549875944?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114822628549875944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114822628549875944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114822628549875944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114822628549875944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-life-is-changing-everyday.html' title='oh my life, is changing everyday...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114797336565611701</id><published>2006-05-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:29:25.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, there's nothing wrong!</title><content type='html'>A long time ago in a land far far away (oh, sorry, I have been reading too many stories to the kids)... I guess it was like 1993 I went into Apple Records and bought one of the coolest CDs I ever bought. It was only like 5.95 and it was worth sooooo much more. Anyway, I bought The Muffs. I bopped to that cd for the rest of the 90's and then when I moved to Califaztlan I kinda forgot about it. Yesterday as I was picking up all my CDs that my children pulled out of the CD holder, lalalalala there it was! Yes, it is now rockin' the iPod properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, I went to the groceries. Big deal you say. Pashaw! I bought Creamy Chocolate coffee creamer by CoffeeMate. Holy creamy goodness, it is the greatest thing ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was having a really downer of a couple of days. You know how in middle school the competition for the smart kids starts? Well, yours truly was one of those smart kids. There was a girl that was my nemesis, we'll just call her Trollop. (She's not really a trollop but for the story's sake, oh and my ego's too). Well, I had a dream about her a couple of days ago and I woke up and thought, "Hmm, wonder what she's up to?" Came in to find her, well, I found her. She's got her Ph.D and she went to 3 very elite schools and not only that she's a professor at another great school. OMIHECK! I felt like a total loser! What the heck was I doing, nothing compared to that. WOW! Reality bitch slapped me in the face. Okay, then after talking to the incredible man I married I realized, I was jealous because I wanted to be where she was already in her life and I felt like she was doing something important, shaping the college student of today into the leaders of tomorrow. Wait a minute, back it up back it up, beep beep beep... I'm doing something JUST AS IMPORTANT! Okay she teaches people things that they want to learn but I am incharge of teaching my twinks EVERYTHING. I have to teach them their alphabet and their numbers and colors and language and about the world and about life. I have to teach them about things that are fair and unfair. AND to top it all off, I AM THEIR WORLD RIGHT NOW! I'm everything to them. And there is no more important role for me right now than being their mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114797336565611701?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114797336565611701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114797336565611701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114797336565611701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114797336565611701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/houston-theres-nothing-wrong.html' title='Houston, there&apos;s nothing wrong!'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114773732703804529</id><published>2006-05-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:55:27.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pow! right in the kisser</title><content type='html'>One of these days, I'm just going to disappear from the internets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114773732703804529?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114773732703804529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114773732703804529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114773732703804529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114773732703804529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/pow-right-in-kisser.html' title='pow! right in the kisser'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114728804612608617</id><published>2006-05-10T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:07:26.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was drunk, I didn't know that it would hurt. I am full of good excuses.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and was able to have about 15 minutes to myself before the twinks woke up. That was a first which was really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda just messed around for the time and then J came toddling out of the room. He's so funny when he has just woken up. Anyway, K followed closely after. She can't not follow her brother everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry and the chilluns have just settled down for a happy nappy so now is the time for me to eat something but am I? No. I'm blogging. Oh well, there's always time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I'm going to go to Walnut Creek for a spell. I have to finish buying mother's day stuff for the MIL and the SIL. Dark Chocolate form Leonidas for the SIL and something from the glass case from the Hallmark store? Who knows what else I may buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114728804612608617?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114728804612608617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114728804612608617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114728804612608617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114728804612608617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-drunk-i-didnt-know-that-it-would.html' title='I was drunk, I didn&apos;t know that it would hurt. I am full of good excuses.'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114703941775637196</id><published>2006-05-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:03:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglecting Again</title><content type='html'>I'm neglecting blogging again. Why? I don't know. It's not like I have been busy or anything. I haven't really been doing much of anything except being the mom that I am. Home with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was boring. And yesterday wasn't that much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just kinda passing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the kids are laughing and I'm being told to take a nap. Guess we all need a time out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114703941775637196?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114703941775637196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114703941775637196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114703941775637196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114703941775637196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/neglecting-again.html' title='Neglecting Again'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114653371272315765</id><published>2006-05-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:35:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a story. Hope you like 'em gory.</title><content type='html'>I was really sad this morning because I looked at my userinfo page on LJ and I found out that someone I thought was a good friend of mine dropped me like a hot potato. No explanation or anything, just dropped me from her friends list. Like I said, made me sad because I really (and still do) like her a lot. She's funny and has a great life. But, c'est la vie. I hope she has a beautiful life because she's that cool. Anyway, then I realized, why the hell am I so sad. I didn't even know her in person. I mean she was cool but hey, maybe that's just the end of our internet friendship. So bid her a fond farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend seemed uneventful but it was nice. Saturday we just chilled and went over to the ILs house for dinner. We were suppose to cook dinner but we ended up buying food instead, which is always nice when I don't have to cook. We hung out and we did have homemade peach cobbler. I need to find a better recipe. It was good but not flaky enough. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the morning here at home just hanging out then we got ready and went to Mt. Diablo for some hiking and what not. It was FUN! We had a great time. Like we always do... It was HOT though. We didn't even have Spring. We went straight to Summer. So we got home and the kid sister and I went to Safeway and we had steaks. I love cow. Cow is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my girl JC came over. We hung out. We were suppose to go to Berkeley but because of the protests so we went and had Indian Food and that was that. We went to the park with the kids but I was unprepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114653371272315765?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114653371272315765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114653371272315765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114653371272315765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114653371272315765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-story-hope-you-like-em-gory.html' title='I&apos;ve got a story. Hope you like &apos;em gory.'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114615446537462690</id><published>2006-04-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:14:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days... Lemme think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, J can now always identify himself when we say his name and he often says his own name over and over. How CUTE!?!?! He also says "sister" when we say K's name. Adorable! He also points to his baby biceps when we ask him where his big muscles are. K can say "bubby" when talking about J. AND she points to her forearms when we ask her where her big muscles are. My daughter is freakishly strong. She can move pretty much anything she tries to move. She can flip over their little oak table with little struggle. She's a muscle woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ILs gave them potato chips yesterday, against our request. It was horrible. After the ILs left, the babies were whining and crying all evening. I think that they had upset stomachs from all the grease in the p-chips. What the fuck?!?! They have never ever been allowed to give them chips before, why they chose yesterday to defy us and give them chips is TOTALLY beyond me! I was (am) irked to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to CSU-Hayward and met with my good friend Nan. She was crazy as usual. We went to have lunch first and I must say, I really miss working in Haystack. At least I have the CHN stuff and I can always go there just to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a meeting there and I will have to bring my babes as the husb is sick. NO GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114615446537462690?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114615446537462690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114615446537462690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114615446537462690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114615446537462690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114597979650398860</id><published>2006-04-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:43:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Tea, Cinnamon Pee</title><content type='html'>Only my twinsies can make their weebles fall down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114597979650398860?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114597979650398860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114597979650398860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114597979650398860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114597979650398860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/coffee-tea-cinnamon-pee.html' title='Coffee, Tea, Cinnamon Pee'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114590974916971852</id><published>2006-04-24T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:15:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in General</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we decided to give the husb a break and take the kids out so that he could have some alone time. We went to Office Max to buy him some DVD-R's and then we went to downtown WC for shopping. We didn't get much done as usual. We went to the Hallmark store and then to See's Candies and then to the Baby Gap. I bought the kiddos an outfit each and then to Barnes and Noble where I bought them a Dan Zanes cd and 2 new books. It was fun all in all... Then we got home the husb took them for a walk and we decided to go to Safeway for bagels and bananas. Then we went to Mountain Mike's for pizza. YAY! I didn't have to cook last night. I love when I don't have to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was cloudy but it didn't rain. Which was nice. It was nice to have a few days without rain. It dos however look like it could rain at any moment right now.Parks have been our best friends the last few weeks. It's nice to have someone to help me take the twinks playing. Anyway, Thursday was playgroup, Friday was just a regular chill day at home. Saturday involved my ILs and dinner at one of my favorite mexican restaurants (except I really didn't enjoy it all that much that day, the waiter was kinda pushing us out of there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if the kids can stand it, we will take them to Memorial Park and hang out for a little bit. They like going on picnics now. Which is the cutest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114590974916971852?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114590974916971852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114590974916971852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114590974916971852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114590974916971852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-in-general_114590974916971852.html' title='Life in General'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114564024857603099</id><published>2006-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:24:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a feeling...</title><content type='html'>I am having a pretty good morning. We were going to go to playgroup this morning but I don't think that the kids are too up to it. We went to the park yesterday and had a picnic and then we played at twins playgroup. Seriously this was the first time they played for 2 hours non-stop. It was great! They came home dirty and sweaty and looking soooo adorable! They fell fast to sleep after their well deserved bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this morning, I think K might have pink eye... I have to see if it progresses. When one gets pink eye (or anything for that matter) it only takes anywhere from 12 to 24 hours for the other to catch it... Ahh, life is grand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114564024857603099?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114564024857603099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114564024857603099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114564024857603099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114564024857603099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-than-feeling.html' title='More than a feeling...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114554929186397505</id><published>2006-04-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:08:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Sleeping? I think not...</title><content type='html'>Co-sleeping isn't the word that I would use to describe my sleeping situation with my toddler twins. It's more like, "co-we get most of the queen-size bed you get a sliver and be happy that you have that much and oh by the way brother really wants to be right next to you while he sleeps  and will wake up and cry if you move him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was by far the most bittersweet thing I did while the twinks were twinfants. By that I mean, it was beautiful being able to sleep with them and bond with them, hold them in my arms while we slept through the night BUT it sure has been hell now that they are 19 months old and are bigger and are taking more and more room. I don't have enough space to sleep comfortably and well, J always wants me to hold him through the night which is not making my night any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of my friends whose toddlers can sleep on their own. Mine can't even nap on their own. Which is really really sad and lame I think. I think I really really really screwed up their independent sleeping thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could move towards making them more independent when it comes to sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114554929186397505?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114554929186397505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114554929186397505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114554929186397505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114554929186397505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/co-sleeping-i-think-not.html' title='Co-Sleeping? I think not...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114546413850269593</id><published>2006-04-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:28:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And NOW</title><content type='html'>SO my laptop died on Friday which really sucked as I had all of my docs and music and photos on it. I have back ups but the back up computer doesn't have word on it so I can't get any work done right now. Holy Schmoley! I am behind on my work. I need to get some stuff mailed out and  I have NOTHING to do it on... I'm kinda screwed I guess... GULP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the husb made it home about 715 which was nice since he's been coming home at like midnight. The kids were feeling ever not so very well yesterday. J even took a nap in the middle of the day which NEVER happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to schlep over to the park and then maybe to the groceries. Hopefully everything will be a smooth move...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114546413850269593?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114546413850269593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114546413850269593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114546413850269593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114546413850269593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-now.html' title='And NOW'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114540039499062774</id><published>2006-04-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:18:46.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so I remember</title><content type='html'>There are several "mommy" blogs I read now. Now that I'm a mommy of 19 months, I like reading other people's experiences. Everyone elses lives seem much more noteworthy and exciting than my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will try to be more witty when blogging. A-hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114540039499062774?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114540039499062774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114540039499062774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114540039499062774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114540039499062774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-so-i-remember.html' title='Just so I remember'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114530186874707718</id><published>2006-04-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:24:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>I spent a LOT of time making cascarones this year because it was going to be the first time that my kids would actually have fun with them. NO ONE wanted to play. It was sad. So much for Mexican traditions here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was okay, the SIL was not nice and that's pretty much all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114530186874707718?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114530186874707718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114530186874707718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114530186874707718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114530186874707718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114521457456718181</id><published>2006-04-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:13:26.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>We pretty much just hung out all day yesterday. We got ready to go about 2pm and we went to the mall just because we needed to get outta here. Then we went to dinner with the MIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, played some more and that was all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is now saying, "sister" and "Elmo's World". He's a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to go the ILs house for Easter celebrations. I'm getting everyone with cascarones this year! Whether they like it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114521457456718181?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114521457456718181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114521457456718181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114521457456718181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114521457456718181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114513301661374362</id><published>2006-04-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:30:16.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Well the husb has startd working his 12 hour shifts. NO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he was here instead of working. This morning we took the kids to an Easter Egg Hunt in our neighborhood. They did good. They got tons of eggs which was cute. VERY CUTE! TOO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, they napped, me and the kid sister ate and that's all. The babes woke up and I fed them and now they are hanging out with the Tia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kind of a repeat of today except with no egg hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114513301661374362?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114513301661374362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114513301661374362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114513301661374362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114513301661374362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114494498696289789</id><published>2006-04-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:16:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was preparing dinner my daughter called me mommy for the first time ever! It was the most beautiful thing that happened yesterday. Her little squeaky voice made me so happy and insured that feeling of, "I must have done something right in my lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are good here. The husb is busy with work and will be until after 4/17. Damn tax day for falling on Saturday. I will be without him all weekend because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid sister has been here a week and things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl JC is coming this way today! I'm sooooo excited! I can't wait to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much all. The rain has stopped for the day, the sun is out and the birds are finally able to sing a dry song. The fog is lifting early too, which is a nice thing. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day in the Bay Area. Maybe we will go to a park tonight. If it's still dry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114494498696289789?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114494498696289789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114494498696289789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114494498696289789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114494498696289789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/maundy-thursday.html' title='Maundy Thursday'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114468652654895193</id><published>2006-04-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:28:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Delight</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning with the headache I went to sleep with but that's okay because I immediately tried to remedy it with an english muffin, hot tea and excedrine. It's almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid sister got here on Friday and we have been visiting, which has been kinda nice. She's still that kid I used to pick on and have a good time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch yesterday was a SUCCESS! The menu was tofu scramble, migas, fresh fruit, strawberries with powdered sugar, pastries, cheese and crackers, coffe, tea and pineapple fizz. We had a GREAT TIME! I enjoyed entertaining. Brooke, Ande, Joel and Jonas all came by and they were here for a few hours. It was a fun time! I hope we can do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, D and I cleaned up and then we took the kids to the park for a wee bit. Came home and had a light dinner and then we watched Deadwood. The babies went to bed very quickly. They were exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my MIL will come over and watch the kiddos while K and I dye the Easter Eggs and maybe get some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's about all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114468652654895193?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114468652654895193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114468652654895193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114468652654895193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114468652654895193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-morning-delight.html' title='Monday Morning Delight'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114459284856093241</id><published>2006-04-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:27:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is exciting already!</title><content type='html'>Can I go back to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today we are having brunch here at my house! I'm kinda excited to be honest. But nervous at the same time. This is the first time I will be cooking for my friends. How exciting is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we are having muffins, scones, fruit, Challah french toast, tofu scramble and migas with vegetarian refried beans. It's a small menu to say the least. No meat. All vegetarian friendly, because Brookie is a vegetarian and I want her to be able to eat a bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all... More details so I remember later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114459284856093241?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114459284856093241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114459284856093241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114459284856093241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114459284856093241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-exciting-already.html' title='Today is exciting already!'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114425791605819638</id><published>2006-04-05T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:25:16.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Wednesday, my Stomach Doesn't Hurt Enough, Pain Always is a Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When I see his face I'll tell you how it feels, it's just like waking up after a million years.&lt;br /&gt;When I see his eyes I'll tell you what it's like, think of the sweetest dream you've had in all your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday. The week is half way gone and my sister will be here in 2 days which is very very exciting. She hasn't been here since October 2004. She says she wants to talk about her future plans. Okay, as long as she acknowledges that she has a future to plan for, I'm glad and I will talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babes just went down for their nap. They love sleeping a few hours after they've woken up from the nights sleep. When they wake up, they are awake until bedtime and sometimes that can be a wee bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk is clean actually. I cleaned it yesterday just like I said I would. It was a task but it's over now and I have a work space I can use again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I am going to call the MIL and the Mom now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114425791605819638?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114425791605819638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114425791605819638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114425791605819638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114425791605819638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting-for-wednesday-my-stomach.html' title='Waiting for Wednesday, my Stomach Doesn&apos;t Hurt Enough, Pain Always is a Sign'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114417974324788410</id><published>2006-04-04T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:42:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the spring in my spring is sprung</title><content type='html'>I'm going to use today to do some much needed spring cleaning of my desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I will be able to see the surface by the end of the day. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114417974324788410?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114417974324788410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114417974324788410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114417974324788410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114417974324788410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-in-my-spring-is-sprung.html' title='the spring in my spring is sprung'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114417644891057072</id><published>2006-04-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:47:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try</title><content type='html'>I try to connect but I can't. I think I'm doing something wrong or saying all the wrong things. I hate not being confident in my abilities to be a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114417644891057072?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114417644891057072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114417644891057072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114417644891057072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114417644891057072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-try.html' title='I try'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114416779621935010</id><published>2006-04-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:23:16.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching the Point</title><content type='html'>I think I am slowly reaching the point where I can give my LJ and be happy without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like my connection to people there is waning. I will miss several people but they don't seem to miss my likes so there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's FREEZING and RAINING here again! I don't so much mind the rain, however, I don't mind the fact that the kiddos can't go outside causing tremendous amounts of cabin fever. Oying my vey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114416779621935010?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114416779621935010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114416779621935010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114416779621935010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114416779621935010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/reaching-point.html' title='Reaching the Point'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114409595034718893</id><published>2006-04-03T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:08:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musings...</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that are making me sad these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reading the news and I just read that Moussaoui is eligible for the death penalty. The headline says that the "jury approved &lt;i&gt;possible&lt;/i&gt; execution" for him but we know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Peterson's family is offering a quarter of a million dollars to find the real killer(s) [ala OJ Simpson]. I want to write them a letter and give them his address at San Quentin and ask when I can expect my check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This immigration thing... It just hurts my heart and I don't even think I can talk about how I feel about the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cesar Chavez Day here was uneventful for the most part. The kids did wear their Si Se Puede shirts for the day but we didn't participate in any marches because whenever there is a march in San Jose, it turns violent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114409595034718893?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114409595034718893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114409595034718893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114409595034718893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114409595034718893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/musings.html' title='musings...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114408090667157563</id><published>2006-04-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:15:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream last night. There were 3 people that were trying to break into my grandma's house. I was there with 2 people (Edith and George). I knew them in my dream but I didn't know them in my head. SO anyway, the guy who was the leader of the group trying to break in asked me to break the floor boards so that they could get under the house. I some how talked the guy into not killing me. That wasn't the case for Edith and George, as they were shot in the chest by one of the guys cronies... Finally we ended up at some mall and I owned a pizza place called Stewie Kablewies. Anyway, we ended up living in a trailer that my grandmother sent from the other side filled with chickens and sheep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114408090667157563?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408090667157563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114408090667157563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114408090667157563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114408090667157563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114408014808633471</id><published>2006-04-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:02:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Up!</title><content type='html'>The kids are wearing their pull ups now. They have been interested in the potty for sometime now but now they are interested in pulling their diapers off and sitting on the potty by themselves. OMIGOSH! They are becoming potty-trained toddlers! I know I know that it's still a little ways away but still!!! (IMO, it's cute when they poop in the potty, little plop plop plop... It's NOT THAT gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'm happy and proud of them. They will be pooping in the potty like big kids in NO time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the record: Never in a million years would I have thought I would be so excited about bowel movements.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114408014808633471?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408014808633471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114408014808633471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114408014808633471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114408014808633471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/pull-up.html' title='Pull Up!'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114407946517339912</id><published>2006-04-03T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:54:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind</title><content type='html'>We woke up this morning at 730am. Which is a nice change. The time change must have confused the little ones. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was filled with rain and cleaning. It rained all day yesterday and we cleaned all day yesterday. GOSH! Our house was a nice little mess. It was cute and fluffy with dust. It's all gone now so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pasta last night and the MIL stayed for dinner, which was nice, she never does even though I invite her anytime she's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to sleep and we watched Deadwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114407946517339912?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114407946517339912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114407946517339912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114407946517339912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114407946517339912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-mind.html' title='I don&apos;t mind'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114391137878227644</id><published>2006-04-01T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:10:11.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up with babies</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to J softly chanting, "Mama, Mama, Mama." It's a delightful way to wake up. We laid in bed a bit and then K woke up and then they crawled out of the bed. That is the sign that the day has officially started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a bit and then it was breaky time. We went up, they had milk and an english muffin. I had my Harney and Sons English Breakfast Tea and an english muffin with a bit 'o honey. It's a typical Saturday morning breakfast. Nothing major. The honey was especially sweet this morning. I enjoyed it nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came down rather quickly as the first of their 2 shows they watch had already started. We kinda got a late start. The Doodlebops were on and the kids were elated. Now they are waiting for Jojo's Circus to start. After that we will probably just hang out a bit and then take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are changing the cribs to toddler beds today. It's something that we really have to do now. Especially since last night K climbed out of her crib and fell on her side and cried for a little while. Poor chica but she learned her lesson for the time being. She's been climbing out of her crib for sometime now and never fell. Last night was the end of her streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Husb's birthday celebration was a very small and informal one. When he got home from work he changed into play clothes and then opened his gifts and cards. Not in that order. He really liked the knife from the kids and the iPod cover and man-perfume from me. I swear I have run out of things to buy him. I have bought him everything in the 7 years we have lived together. The rice crispy treats were an utter idsappointment though. I never thought that I could screw that up but it seems I did. They will be disposed of this afternoon when I have a chance to get back up to the kitchen. After the kids went to sleep we watched Deadwood and then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be filled with mechanics and maintainence I think. Mayhaps we will be going to the ILs later. They want to take the Husb out for a b-day dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114391137878227644?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114391137878227644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114391137878227644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114391137878227644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114391137878227644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/04/waking-up-with-babies.html' title='waking up with babies'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114383299220596547</id><published>2006-03-31T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:23:12.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The treats</title><content type='html'>The rice crispy treats have been made. I think the boy will be pleased. I'm eager for him to get home so that he can see his presents and all that and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL is not being very nice to my MIL. I wish that it would change but I don't know what's wrong with her and I don't have the gumption to ask her what's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114383299220596547?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114383299220596547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114383299220596547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114383299220596547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114383299220596547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/03/treats.html' title='The treats'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114382922641043641</id><published>2006-03-31T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:20:26.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Friday already. Today is the husbs birthday. I don't think that we'll be doing anything tonight. I am making him rice crispy squares though and last night he had his birthday dinner. Quesadillas with homemade tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call a Tia on my father's side of the family but her number has changed and I don't have a new number. So that's 2 relatives I have tried to call on the paternal side with no success. This is getting harder and harder I think. I don't know the names of my great grandparents on my paternal side. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get the kids ready when they wake and we will go have lunch somewhere and then maybe to a park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114382922641043641?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114382922641043641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114382922641043641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114382922641043641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114382922641043641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday_31.html' title='A Friday'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114374633137122742</id><published>2006-03-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:18:51.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refilled</title><content type='html'>I have been working on my family tree so that the kiddos have a record of their peeps when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the records are US based and well we know how that works... Anyway, finding info on my Mom's famils is easy but trying to find it for my Father's is near impossible. I think I will try to contact some family on that side but there aren't many avenues to explore with that. Anyway, I will find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;Lately it seems like I can never say the right thing. Like I don't know how to console or comfort someone anymore. Even someone who is a close friend. I feel like what I say doesn't matter. I had a friend who was hurting recently and I just said nothing and then when I did decide to say something, I thought about what I said and thought, "Man that was stupid." I really really need to try to get over that and try harder to connect with people I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition:&lt;br /&gt;I said two things in my dream last night that made me wake up laughing. I think I laughed at how dumb they sounded... So I was in a store with a blond girl. I knew who she was but I don't know who she was now, you know what I mean? Anyway, she went to a salon and dyed her hair brown. She ended up going to some party and was the hit of the party and when I saw her later at the store she came up to me and thanked me for the help in deciding if she should dye her hair or not. I was like, yeh, no prob. Then she proceeded to tell me every fun detail of her night and said, "and another thing, I was the hottest girl there." I said, "Cool! Well, you know that &lt;b&gt;brunette is the new blond&lt;/b&gt;." My mom looked at me and said, "What?" and I said "Yeh, you know how they use to say all that stuff about how blonds have more fun, well now they say that about brunettes." And my mom laughed and then I said, "Yeh, just like &lt;b&gt;being brown is the new white&lt;/b&gt;."As soon as I said that line, I woke up laughing at my dorkiness.... I have never been known to make profound sociological statements or claimed to be a fashionista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover:&lt;br /&gt;I have a prayer partner at church. Someone picked my name and is praying for me throughout the Lenten Season. It's just nice to have someone else in your corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think that's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114374633137122742?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114374633137122742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114374633137122742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114374633137122742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114374633137122742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/03/refilled.html' title='Refilled'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114374004215492809</id><published>2006-03-30T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:34:02.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it for real this time</title><content type='html'>I'm abandoning myspace.com and making this my blog. I just don't like the popularness of myspace. Plus, I think I like this format better. I enjoy the cleaness of this site much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the husb's birthday. Which will also be the 19 month mark for the babies. Oy! I bought the husb a new Swiss Army knife and a skin for his iPod and some man-perfume (Allure by Chanel). I hope he likes. I have also bought him a plethora of cards. I love cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that's all. The babies need a nap and I need more coffee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114374004215492809?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114374004215492809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114374004215492809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114374004215492809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114374004215492809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/03/doing-it-for-real-this-time.html' title='Doing it for real this time'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114365023856121902</id><published>2006-03-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:37:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple of things to be sure...</title><content type='html'>Today I think I'm going to go to Sacramento to see D's grandma. But I'm not quite sure yet. It's still rainy and I don't like driving in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I had this dream about Angelina Jolie. As part of the TVMOTC you get pregnancy pals. Someone who has been there, done that kinda thing... Well, I had a dream that I was Angelina's pregnancy pal. I had dinner with Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston (who said that the rumors of them not liking eachother were media contrived). We had sandwiches and then we went to some auction. Tre weird. Then Brad Pitt showed us their new condo and he said that me and my family should move in and also, Angelina wanted me to raise her two that she adopted for a couple of years so that she could bond with the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure is the band Nickleback. So far they have had 3 songs out that I really like and I really like their videos. Alright ALRIGHT! I admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my tea is cooling so I am off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114365023856121902?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114365023856121902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114365023856121902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114365023856121902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114365023856121902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/03/couple-of-things-to-be-sure.html' title='a couple of things to be sure...'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114056367420962471</id><published>2006-02-21T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:14:34.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in America</title><content type='html'>whoa oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired of having a million blogs. I don't know how to keep up with them all. I think that I will be dropping this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean atleast on myspace Lisa Loeb and Juliana Hatfield are my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114056367420962471?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114056367420962471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114056367420962471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114056367420962471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114056367420962471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/02/kids-in-america.html' title='Kids in America'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-114011244318699785</id><published>2006-02-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:54:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Get This Thing</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can tell I have neglected this blog pretty badly. I just don't understand how to use it. It doesn't seem as user friendly as Livejournal. I don't even get Myspace.com. I have one there too but it doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep this one but only because I kinda like having this cause not many people have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well. The babies are good and growing. My mother is in town. The deck is almost done. There isn't anymore to talk about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-114011244318699785?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/114011244318699785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=114011244318699785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114011244318699785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/114011244318699785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-get-this-thing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get This Thing'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-112655718808592862</id><published>2005-09-12T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:33:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>consignment store blues</title><content type='html'>i am going to take a whole bunch of clothes to a consignment store in danville. that's all. see how UNEXCITING my life is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-112655718808592862?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/112655718808592862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=112655718808592862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112655718808592862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112655718808592862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2005/09/consignment-store-blues.html' title='consignment store blues'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-112630749777842511</id><published>2005-09-09T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:11:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things have been going</title><content type='html'>things are good here but i haven't been posting on this blog. i suppose i should but since i use LJ i just don't want to have to write 2 different places. anyway, bored, working, babies asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-112630749777842511?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/112630749777842511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=112630749777842511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112630749777842511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112630749777842511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-have-been-going.html' title='things have been going'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-112302360598891638</id><published>2005-08-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:00:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot all about you</title><content type='html'>ha! i forgot all about this blog... LJ is my main page and besides, i haven't figured out how to respond to comments and what not here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-112302360598891638?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/112302360598891638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=112302360598891638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112302360598891638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/112302360598891638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-forgot-all-about-you.html' title='I forgot all about you'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12675674.post-111531198444809253</id><published>2005-05-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:53:04.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how does this work</title><content type='html'>i have 2 other blogs... this might work though. i don't know. maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12675674-111531198444809253?l=hurricaneamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/feeds/111531198444809253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12675674&amp;postID=111531198444809253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/111531198444809253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12675674/posts/default/111531198444809253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricaneamy.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-does-this-work.html' title='how does this work'/><author><name>Not Saint Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100836032656864575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuggg-fgGdA/TPRwvhnP4sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zwS5TenfBzE/S220/capetiara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
