<?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-19864140</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:59.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I said</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-6050441465908470014</id><published>2008-04-16T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:20:19.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Hobo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other night Lil and I were eating dinner. Tv was on in the back ground, one of her shows. Someone on TV said something about a Hobo. Lilly said...What's a hobo? Like a scientist or something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-6050441465908470014?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/6050441465908470014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=6050441465908470014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/6050441465908470014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/6050441465908470014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-hobo.html' title='What&apos;s a Hobo?'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-7707183529996677785</id><published>2008-02-06T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:04:10.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogseOSSGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8cWiyXbK_NA/s1600-h/the+poser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163975871133010018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogseOSSGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8cWiyXbK_NA/s320/the+poser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogdOOSSFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_fmvJ4m8NZY/s1600-h/fishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163975609140004946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogdOOSSFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_fmvJ4m8NZY/s320/fishing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from our fishing trip. It was the ONE really really warm day in January. Me, Lil, Charlie, My mom, and her bf Walt. It was also really really really windy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil trying to carry the minnows around. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogM-OSSEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GldHMRC6CZE/s1600-h/Lil+carrying+minnows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163975329967130690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogM-OSSEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GldHMRC6CZE/s320/Lil+carrying+minnows.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-7707183529996677785?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/7707183529996677785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=7707183529996677785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/7707183529996677785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/7707183529996677785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2008/02/fishing-trip.html' title='Fishing Trip'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u-5RWgtJ1sU/R6ogseOSSGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8cWiyXbK_NA/s72-c/the+poser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-139869111589403692</id><published>2007-12-20T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:57:49.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not that Lil hasn't been saying some hillarious things lately...I've just been slacking off for a while. Anyway...here are the new ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lilly tells me this pretty much made up word, I decided, for what she told Santa she wanted for christmas (we had breakfast with Santa at her school a few weeks ago) so I couldn't figure out what the heck she was talking about. She said it was a pony that walks and talks and has an apple that it eats. So we're in Target, I slyly ask if she would show me the pony so I could see what it looks like...ya know out of curiosity. We walk around the toys forever - never seeing the pony. So we're leaving and she says 'don't worry mommy, its ok that you didn't see the pony, Santa knows what it looks like' nice haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then, she has been less than a little angle the past few days. So on the way to school we were talking about how she could act like a good little girl and some things that she could do. And I pulled out the big guns by saying 'ya know lilly, if you're not a good girl...santa will know...and you will not get any presents...mommy has no controll over it' She says, 'yeah I know...I'll get no presents and Santa will bring me a cold' I thought she said Coal and I had her repeat it...nope it was a COLD. So you all better be good because Santa's bringing strep throat! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-139869111589403692?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/139869111589403692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=139869111589403692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/139869111589403692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/139869111589403692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2007/12/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-381321673713388168</id><published>2007-08-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:22:26.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night on the way home from picking up lilly, She says...I love the Cheetah Girls. I want to meet them IN PERSON. Anyone that knows her can appreciate her drama in telling me the following. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy, please...can we see the Cheetah Girls IN PERSON...I would love that...they are my favorite people EVER! If I could see them...I would ask them for their artograph. THAT WOULD BE SOOOO COOL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now of course...I'll have to see if these Cheetah people actually tour. Because as lilly says 'they really are real people, not just on tv' haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-381321673713388168?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/381321673713388168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=381321673713388168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/381321673713388168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/381321673713388168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-funny.html' title='Another Funny...'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-1937073182789344771</id><published>2007-08-23T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:40:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been so Long I forgot my Password!</title><content type='html'>Lilly started kindergarden on Monday. She said she LOVES IT! Informed me last night that she wants to live there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-1937073182789344771?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/1937073182789344771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=1937073182789344771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/1937073182789344771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/1937073182789344771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-so-long-i-forgot-my-password.html' title='Been so Long I forgot my Password!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-1742078351104188278</id><published>2007-04-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:17:32.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts By Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So in the car over the weekend, lilly and I were talking about my trip this weekend and what it means to her. She wanted to know what days were mommy days and what days were daddy days. We got it all straightened out. Then out of no where - she says - mommy, did you know that monkeys scratch their arm pits. And proceeded to demonstrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-1742078351104188278?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/1742078351104188278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=1742078351104188278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/1742078351104188278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/1742078351104188278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thoughts-by-lilly.html' title='Random Thoughts By Lilly'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-116604037621147898</id><published>2006-12-13T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:06:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster or No Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lady at work has 2 hamsters...separate cages...one night the sneaky boy hamster got out of his cage...made his way 2 rooms over to the innocent little girl hamster's cage. So...needless to say...she now has 10 hamsters. And of course she's trying to get people to take them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always kinda wanted one...they're so cute and cuddly. I'm trying to decide if lilly is still a bit too young to get one. I of course do not expect her to clean its cage or remember to feed it. But still. I do expect her to play with it and not let it get lost in her brats/barbie infested room. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I'm asking for everyone's input on the question...hamster or no hamster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-116604037621147898?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/116604037621147898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=116604037621147898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116604037621147898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116604037621147898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/12/hamster-or-no-hamster.html' title='Hamster or No Hamster'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-116440307808734124</id><published>2006-11-24T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:17:58.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH SOAP IN MY EYE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So lilly screams bloddy murder from the bathroom the other night. I run in there...she has soap in her eye. I give her a washrag - ahhh still hurts. She's been wiping her eye for a while now - probably completely irritating it. So I tell her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blink 5 times, rinse the soap out of your hair - then it will feel better :-) distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She says 'is that what your mommy told you to do when you were little?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So she does it....ahhhhh still hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Give her a cold wet washrag - see if that's better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She says 'is that what your mommy told you to do when you were little?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I say - um sure...thinking...good god...i'm gonna have to call my mom now! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then 2 minutes later...she says...'It doesn't even hurt any  more - you're good mommy!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PFEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-116440307808734124?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/116440307808734124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=116440307808734124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116440307808734124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116440307808734124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhhh-soap-in-my-eye.html' title='AHHHH SOAP IN MY EYE!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-116017258403599972</id><published>2006-10-06T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:09:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>MOMMY....ya know...we really need to go to the pumpkin patch to get some pumpkins...it is almost halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - we're going tomorrow if anyone's interested :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-116017258403599972?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/116017258403599972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=116017258403599972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116017258403599972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/116017258403599972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/10/pumpkins.html' title='pumpkins!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-115870309529142854</id><published>2006-09-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:00:13.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly tells jokes:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the car yesterday - Lilly says "Mommy, wanna hear a joke?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"of course!" This is new - she's never told any jokes that actually make sense...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why shouldn't you do math in the jungle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because if you add 4 and 4 you get 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked her where she heard it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off of Meemaw's cups in the bathroom - hmmm pretty entertaining dixie cups. Cracks me up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-115870309529142854?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/115870309529142854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=115870309529142854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115870309529142854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115870309529142854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/09/lilly-tells-jokes.html' title='Lilly tells jokes:'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-115827895994667484</id><published>2006-09-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:09:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilly and I went to the mall to get her some new shoes for dance class. They didn't have her size so we left. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we were walking out of the mall - surrounded by a bunch of people - she looks up at me and says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mommy, why didn't we pay?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG - because they didn't have your size and we didn't buy anything. Imagine the looks I got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-115827895994667484?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/115827895994667484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=115827895994667484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115827895994667484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115827895994667484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/09/thief.html' title='Thief!!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-115758033991186682</id><published>2006-09-06T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:29:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>conversation lying in Lil's bed, reading bedtime stories.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, how do you make your eye balls move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well - your brain says 'hey eyeballs...move' and they do 'nodding my head, moving my eyes back and forth, thinking i'm a genius'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy, (looking at me like i'm the biggest retard on the planet) I didn't hear your brain say anything!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-115758033991186682?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/115758033991186682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=115758033991186682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115758033991186682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115758033991186682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/09/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-115041387682239720</id><published>2006-06-15T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:25:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcupines - Duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the way to my mom's last night - mine and lilly's conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Mommy, can I swim with my ducky floaty&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, maybe - I think it has a hole in it&lt;br /&gt;L: Ah....Porcupines&lt;br /&gt;M: (stunned)&lt;br /&gt;L: You know...they are very pointy&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, I'm pretty sure that meemaw doesn't have Porcupines in her garage.&lt;br /&gt;L: Duh mom - they're outside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-115041387682239720?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/115041387682239720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=115041387682239720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115041387682239720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115041387682239720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/06/porcupines-duh.html' title='Porcupines - Duh!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-115024430544762364</id><published>2006-06-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:25:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly's Dress Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/before%20dress%20rehearsal.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/before%20dress%20rehearsal.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight was Lilly's dress rehearsal for her recital. It was adorable. Does anyone know how hard it is to curl hair and put makeup on a 4 year old!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-115024430544762364?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/115024430544762364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=115024430544762364' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115024430544762364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/115024430544762364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/06/lillys-dress-rehearsal.html' title='Lilly&apos;s Dress Rehearsal'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114964430943240047</id><published>2006-06-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:38:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Slave Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lilly and I were cleaning her room last night. She was being a huge brat - aka typical 4 year old. Anyway, I was having her carry some old toys downstairs and on her 2nd trip down she looks up and says 'what am i your servent now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114964430943240047?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114964430943240047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114964430943240047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114964430943240047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114964430943240047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-slave-lilly.html' title='Little Slave Lilly'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114779890181146165</id><published>2006-05-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:01:41.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, my mothers day was good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Spent the morning with my mother in law - breakfast and the flea market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Came home, laid around - which if you know me is completely fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to dinner with my mom, gave her a fabulous mother's ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Half way through the day...Lilly says "Gosh, when is mother's day going to be over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114779890181146165?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114779890181146165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114779890181146165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114779890181146165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114779890181146165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114485613928882939</id><published>2006-04-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:35:39.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does she come up with this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello All - sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I do have a funny story....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the car one day, Lilly says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was in your tummy when you and daddy got married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: um, no not really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: well then, where was I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: (i reached deep and came up with this) Well, you were up in heaven with god until he put you in mommy's tummy. (I thought that was pretty good, patting myself on the back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: NO HE DIDN'T....THE DOCTOR DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good lord!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then a few minutes later....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: When I was in your tummy, I heard God's heart beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: (odd, strange, cute i guess) Oh really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: Yes...and I saw your brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114485613928882939?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114485613928882939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114485613928882939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114485613928882939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114485613928882939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-does-she-come-up-with-this.html' title='Where does she come up with this?'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114244709294383314</id><published>2006-03-15T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:24:52.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want a room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lilly is obsessed, again, with sleeping with us. Ugh. We do not let her, by the way. So we pile on the stuffed animals. Here is the conversation last night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: Mommy, can I sleep with you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M: No, you have to sleep in your bed. Your stuffed animals will keep you company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: but they're not real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M: Ugh, well they can still sleep with you (how do you answer that?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: I wish I didn't have a room because then I can sleep with you and daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M: Well, if you didn't have a room, where would you put all your toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: I would have a play room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where does she come up with this stuff. Then it went on to (yes I was grabbing at straws)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M: Well, what about Marcie, can she come sleep with you (Marcie is her imaginary friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: No, she's at her house and she's asleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;M: I'm sure she's sleeping all by herself with her stuffed animals keeping her company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L: I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Finally, about 10 hugs later she went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114244709294383314?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114244709294383314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114244709294383314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114244709294383314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114244709294383314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-want-room.html' title='I don&apos;t want a room!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114175764287241721</id><published>2006-03-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:54:02.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds are Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: I like clouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: Yes, I like them...they taste good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hmmm...OK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: They taste like chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: speachless at that point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: I can't eat them though, they're too high and I can't reach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114175764287241721?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114175764287241721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114175764287241721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114175764287241721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114175764287241721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/03/clouds-are-good.html' title='Clouds are Good!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114115401075145316</id><published>2006-02-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:13:30.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hello All - I'm back from Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I walked into the sitter's last night to get Lil and she gave me the BIGGEST hug and said "mommy, I missed you so much...you were taking too long"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then about 15 seconds later "So where are my presents!" Ha Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'll post some pictures of the trip soon. Got some really good one's! And yes...I'm a giant lobster! But I'm not a complete white person anymore - I'm more of a red tint now (still even, from Friday when we went to the beach) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;While I was gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Doug took lilly to dance class for the first time ever. She was so worried about it the day I left that she asked if I could just take her and doug there and drop them off because he doesn't know how to get there. Needless to say - they arrived a half hour early. Doug said he wanted to make sure they were on time so he didn't 'get in trouble'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I found out that Paula and Mike are having a baby boy! Yeah! Lilly still thinks they're naming the baby potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Doug and many friends took the kids to the Monster Truck show Saturday night - where Lilly fell asleep. There is no mistaking that she is his child! I think he can sleep standing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I think that's about it. Doug said something yesterday that he wanted to go out for dinner because he didn't want sandwiches again. I asked if that's all they ate while I was gone. He said "of course not, we went to McDonalds - IHOP - and i'm sure there's more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114115401075145316?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114115401075145316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114115401075145316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114115401075145316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114115401075145316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-from-florida.html' title='Back From Florida'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-114003067795260105</id><published>2006-02-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:11:18.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Hey everyone, I started my new job this week, fun fun. So I won't be blogging too much this week. Next week is the big FLORIDA trip so i'm pretty excited. Lilly's still being goofy as ever. Blog to you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-114003067795260105?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/114003067795260105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=114003067795260105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114003067795260105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/114003067795260105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113940964869933176</id><published>2006-02-08T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:40:48.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy now feels [this] big</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug and Lil were on their way to meet me, my dad, and marla last week at the hospital (visiting my grandma, she's home now feeling better - tired, that sort of thing) Anyway, Doug got pulled over. He had kind of a hassle with the lady cop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st she says - um sir, these plates are not registered to this car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he says - um yes they are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she says - no, they say hyundai and this is a jag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he says - yeah because I drive a jag, huff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so she looks at the car - believes him that he knows what kind of car we have - then goes back to her car to figure out a way to hassle him some more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comes back and says something about the plates that were on the jag before ya know, are now not registered to us at all - they are 5th 3rd banks plates - well that just happens to be our lease company that we just purchased the car from...yadda yadda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They ended up getting it all straightened out but of course he got a ticket. All the while, Lilly was in the back seat being quite, which is pretty much a miracle in this type of situation until... she looks up at Doug and says "Daddy, are we bad people?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113940964869933176?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113940964869933176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113940964869933176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113940964869933176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113940964869933176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/daddy-now-feels-this-big.html' title='Daddy now feels [this] big'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113924973887668872</id><published>2006-02-06T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:15:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Dance Class Pics</title><content type='html'>Since mommies are not allowed in the room, and we can only look through a window in the door, I had to take pictures at home. Here are some of lil doing her Hula dance and some of her ballet. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/lil%20dance%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/lil%20dance%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/lil%20dance%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/lil%20dance%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the name of the positions are....so blah blah...ballet ballet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/lil%20dance%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/lil%20dance%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/lil%20dance%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/lil%20dance%204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/Lil%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/Lil%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113924973887668872?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113924973887668872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113924973887668872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113924973887668872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113924973887668872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-dance-class-pics.html' title='Finally Dance Class Pics'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113924931384174827</id><published>2006-02-06T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:08:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday - 1/29 - when it was remotely warm out, Lil and I were bored so we went up to the park by our house. She completely impressed me by being able to swing "all by herself." And she even got off her swing to push another little girl. The whole time she was being little mommy by helping all the little kids get to the slides, up the ladders, up the rock wall. It was pretty cute. Here's some pics...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00253.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/DSC00253.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/DSC00254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00255.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/DSC00255.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113924931384174827?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113924931384174827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113924931384174827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113924931384174827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113924931384174827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park~'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113900424191754718</id><published>2006-02-03T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:04:02.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: Mom, when I get big can I live in a house with my husband and daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: I'm going to live by MeeMaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: oh ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: But I'll still come visit you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: well that would be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: Can you come pick me up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113900424191754718?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113900424191754718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113900424191754718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113900424191754718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113900424191754718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-i-get-big.html' title='When I get big...'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113856352826264403</id><published>2006-01-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:38:57.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill and Chris'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, we're on our way home from my cousin's graduation party. Lilly asks if we can go over to Bill and Chris' tonight. I said, yeah, I think we are going over there. She says..."Bill and Chris didn't know me when I was a baby...no they didn't...and...they didn't know me when I was a baby and didn't have any teeth...because I was a baby" She went on about being a baby and who didn't know her for at least 10 minutes. Very odd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry, I'll have a pic of her in her dance class outfit in a day or so...cutest thing ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113856352826264403?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113856352826264403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113856352826264403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113856352826264403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113856352826264403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/bill-and-chris.html' title='Bill and Chris&apos;'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113759852750183057</id><published>2006-01-18T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:35:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom...You're old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom and I were making Lilly some curtains for her bedroom the other night. We were downstairs and she found one of those foot soak things that you put your feet in and it bubbles, etc. So of course she asked what it was. I said you put your feet in it. Somehow old people got brought up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said, "yes, I suppose old people put their feet in there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says, "Well Mommy, you're old, you can put your feet in there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Lil, that's what I needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Have to add another one~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I signed lilly up for dance class last night. Soooo cute!! I can't wait. Her first class is thursday. We've been working on the days of the week because any time I tell her we're doing something she assumes it either means right now or tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, after telling her dance class starts on Thursday - we went through the days of the week...over and over and over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got to the point where I asked her what today was - she said Tuesday. I asked her what day comes next...she says "you're really making me think"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just about died. Then if she didn't know, instead of saying "I don't know" she would say quite dramatically "I HAVE NO IDEA" - she is truely my clone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113759852750183057?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113759852750183057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113759852750183057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113759852750183057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113759852750183057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/momyoure-old.html' title='Mom...You&apos;re old'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113725310405977911</id><published>2006-01-14T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T07:38:24.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to Amy's house for a Tastefully Simple party. If you recall one of my previous posts, the last one we went to is when Lilly stood up and proclaimed her love for ranch dressing and fish sticks. So needless to say...I threatened her with her life on the way there. No running around like a maniac - jumping - yelling - etc. No talking while the lady is talking...yadda yadda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was really good the entire time, not so much as a peep and she kept herself entertained. When everyone was getting ready to leave, we were all standing around talking, she looks up at me and says "mommy, can I talk now?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113725310405977911?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113725310405977911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113725310405977911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113725310405977911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113725310405977911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113718743800260130</id><published>2006-01-13T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:23:58.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good God - Now I'm Hooked~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, who knew that when you take fun on line quizzes you would learn so much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drink&lt;/span&gt; I would be an &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Appletini&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Pie&lt;/span&gt; I would be an &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Apple Pie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Power Animal is a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Deer&lt;/span&gt; (Wow, that's powerful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Panda&lt;/span&gt; in a Past Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt; i would be a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Frappacino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;, I would be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reeces Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/span&gt; (Very popular, one of you is not enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I was to dye my hair a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Funky Color&lt;/span&gt; it would be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I'M WORKING I'M WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113718743800260130?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113718743800260130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113718743800260130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113718743800260130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113718743800260130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-god-now-im-hooked.html' title='Good God - Now I&apos;m Hooked~'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113718482798461729</id><published>2006-01-13T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:57:19.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK - had to do some quizzes - thanks Nichole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to scare other people...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you scare yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Sanguine Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/sanguine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an optimistic person who is easily content.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy casual, light tasks - never wanting to delve too deep into anything.&lt;br /&gt;A bit fickle, it's easy for you to change plans or paths when presented with something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all of the great things life has to offer - food, friends, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;A great talker, you can keep the conversation going for hours.&lt;br /&gt;You are optimistic and sure of your success. If you fail, you don't worry about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are vain. You are obsessed with your own attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;A horrible flirt, you tend to jump into love affairs and relationship drama easily.&lt;br /&gt;You're very jealous - which just magnifies the craziness around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113718482798461729?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113718482798461729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113718482798461729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113718482798461729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113718482798461729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-had-to-do-some-quizzes-thanks.html' title='OK - had to do some quizzes - thanks Nichole.'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113683498562230484</id><published>2006-01-09T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:29:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting out of the shower yesterday, Lilly is supposed to be getting herself dressed. I hear a yell from the other room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say: Lil, what's the matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: mmmblahblahmmm, on my finger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: I STEPPED ON MY FINGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: HOW ON EARTH DID YOU STEP ON YOUR FINGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil: WITH MY FOOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113683498562230484?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113683498562230484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113683498562230484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113683498562230484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113683498562230484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113579267306360263</id><published>2005-12-28T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:57:53.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I remembered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few funny things that I remembered....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few months ago at a Tastefully Simple party, lilly stood up in the middle of the room - and in the middle of the lady's schpeal and said "I'm hungry" Of course that couldn't be all. She told Sharon, the host of the party, that she likes ranch dressing. Sharon glanced my way and said that she thinks they may have some. Then Lil says "I like fish sticks" The child hasn't eaten fish sticks in probably 6 months or more, we're on a chicken nugget kick. The fact is not that she said all this goofy stuff, its that it was in a room full of people, listening to the lady talk about their products. Fun times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night, lilly says - I want that for christmas - at one of the commercials on tv. I told her that christmas was already over. She said "you mean it only lasts for ONE day!!!" No...my kid's not spoiled.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend at work, Sharon, said she would watch Lil for New Year's Eve. Lilly overheard me telling someone and she said - "It would be GREAT if Sharon took care of me" New word for her is GREAT. Hmmm wonder where that came from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113579267306360263?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113579267306360263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113579267306360263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113579267306360263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113579267306360263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/stuff-i-remembered.html' title='Stuff I remembered...'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113563094394115765</id><published>2005-12-26T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:10:03.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we survived Christmas. I need to take an after Christmas vacation just to recover. We left home at noon Saturday, late of course, ran to my uncle's to get the family pictures I left there last weekend. Had to get them because they were part of christmas presents. I fully think that it classifies as something that you made. Besides it took me at least 5 or so minutes to get it in the frame, not to mention getting the hubby and the kid looking decent and both smiling at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next - we went to my aunts, dad's side, did presents - hung out for the rest of the night. Waited for the kiddos to go to bed. Really mine was the youngest, the rest are 15 and 18. Lil wouldn't go to bed without me. Which was a problem because the tradition on Christmas Eve night is to wrap all the presents for the next day. Put a damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did get some fun toys though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one inparticular was fun. It was a princess crown with a necklace, earrings, and shoes. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/nmDSC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/nmDSC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00051%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/DSC00051%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played games - found a new fun game called Apples to Apples. A lady came up to me at target, while i was reading the box, and said "that is a REALLY fun game" Then she said that a week ago she was standing in the same spot I was reading the box and another lady came up to her and said the same thing so she bought it. Maybe I'll have to hang out in the game I'll and tell someone that too...kinda like a pay it forward. ha ha Yes I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/DSC00058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, we spent the night there - some of us went to bed earlier than other. Eh hem...Doug and Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up the next morning, and opened presents from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left there and went to my mom's - opened more presents. Went to Doug's Sister's - opened more presents.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunts (Step dad's side) - opened more presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suprised lilly can move after all that. She maintained her AWAKENESS. She really wasn't bad considering the day we had. She make a haul. Only time I was truely embarrassed was when she opened a present from my aunt. It was Tickle Me Elmo. Which was a fine gift, extremely popular a few years back. Lilly will play with it. BUT...this is the look on her face when she opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/DSC00090%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/200/DSC00090%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not exactly the most excited thing you 've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113563094394115765?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113563094394115765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113563094394115765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113563094394115765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113563094394115765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas fun'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113528266114235320</id><published>2005-12-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:17:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/LILLY.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/400/LILLY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilly absolutely loves my cell because it takes pictures. Well, she thinks all cameras take pictures now. And all cameras are digital and she should be able to see the pictures right away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went over to Amy's last night to exchange presents. Her mom and dad were there and of course, Alivia! She got ahold of my camera and these are some samples of her lovely photo taking abilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/amy"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/amy%27s%20mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/alivia%20and.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/Alivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/Alivia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/alivia%20and.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/alivia%20and.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile Joe! (she actually said that, i the sweetest voice imaginable.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/smile%20joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/smile%20joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/smile%20joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113528266114235320?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113528266114235320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113528266114235320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113528266114235320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113528266114235320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113511256292415140</id><published>2005-12-20T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:02:42.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Crabby Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/1600/lilly%20dres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8104/1974/320/lilly%20dres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are coming more and more often. Apparently if Lil does not go to bed by 9pm when she wakes up in the morning she looses the ability to function. Example..Hey Lil, lets get dressed - her reply "I CAN'T" - Hey Lil, can you maybe just sit up - reply "I CAN'T" - this goes on all morning, getting off the bed, walking to the stairs, walking down the stairs, putting her shoes on, putting her coat on, zipping it up, walking to the door, getting in the car, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I will not be home tonight, Daddy has been FULLY warned, If i have to have a morning like that 2 days in a row the fault comes off of me and lilly not getting her to bed in time last night to being his fault for not getting her to bed on time 2 nights in a row. Hey, I don't make the rules. Well, maybe I do, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of day can not even be fixed by the "Santa does not bring presents to bad little girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113511256292415140?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113511256292415140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113511256292415140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113511256292415140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113511256292415140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/attack-of-crabby-lilly.html' title='Attack of the Crabby Lilly'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113493515694054698</id><published>2005-12-18T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:18:09.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we were getting ready for Doug's company christmas party, I was putting on some lip gloss. Lilly came over, all sorts of sweet. I said "here, let mommy put some lipgloss on you" she says "um, why don't you let me do it this time, you can do it next time" I'm pretty sure I have said that exact same phrase to her on several occasions. Obviously, she doesn't forget anything...ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113493515694054698?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113493515694054698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113493515694054698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113493515694054698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113493515694054698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-party-1.html' title='Christmas Party #1'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113457190390040350</id><published>2005-12-14T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T06:51:43.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy things my kid says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When going to eat breakfast with santa this year - Lilly said - "last year I was afraid of Santa, but this year I like him, he is soooo handsome"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113457190390040350?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113457190390040350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113457190390040350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113457190390040350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113457190390040350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/goofy-things-my-kid-says.html' title='Goofy things my kid says'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19864140.post-113457079470593826</id><published>2005-12-14T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T06:41:30.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a blog and i'm so excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19864140-113457079470593826?l=mindybucher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/feeds/113457079470593826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19864140&amp;postID=113457079470593826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113457079470593826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19864140/posts/default/113457079470593826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindybucher.blogspot.com/2005/12/cool.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050864856572556619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
