<?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-8819099086437177380</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:02:23.899-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='ww'/><category term='Holiday Challenge'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='General'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Strategery'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Family'/><category term='FlyLady'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Wondering'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='News'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Now I&apos;ve Seen Everything'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>A Look at Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6575039977470494768</id><published>2009-11-04T09:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:39:21.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Challenge'/><title type='text'>I never would have believed.....</title><content type='html'>Even if you had promised me, that I would have felt that 3 miles would have been an easy walk.   I am now up to about 13 miles of walking a week.  Half of that in one stretch usually.  This week is the longest walk so far, which is going to be 9 miles.  That will put me at 16 miles this week.  YOWZA.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I learned so far from this?  I am amazed at what my body is capable of.  When I am walking, I take time to thank God for the ability to walk.  I see too many people out there who can barely move from one end of a store to the other.  I realize that they have sometimes allowed themselves to get that way, and sometimes it is through no fault of their own.  So whenever I am feeling blue, I remember - HEY, I can walk 3 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6575039977470494768?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6575039977470494768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6575039977470494768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6575039977470494768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6575039977470494768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-would-have-believed.html' title='I never would have believed.....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1300334997096674013</id><published>2009-09-24T12:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:35:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Challenge: Goals</title><content type='html'>So I have been going to Weight Watchers for over a year now.  During the last year I haven't really lost much weight, but I haven't gained any back either.  That is good and bad.  I haven't ever done a weight loss program and kept 50 lbs off for so long, but I really want to lose about 35 more pounds (for those of you who are doing the math in your head.... Yeah, I really can lose that much more). Anyway, at the meeting I go to, during the last 12 weeks of the year we do something called the Holiday Challenge.  Each week our leader challenges us to do something different that will help us learn more about eating and is part of the Weight Watchers plan.  So for example, one week will probably be eat 5 servings of fruits and vegetables every day.  I'll talk about the Holiday Challenge more as we get into that 12 week challenge (it is amazingly only a couple of weeks away) but this week we talked about setting goals for the 12 weeks, and so I am posting them here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow a &lt;a href="http://www.marathonwalking.com/schedule_ez_half.html"&gt;half marathon training&lt;/a&gt; schedule in preparation for the P.F. Chang's Rock-n-Roll Marathon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journal my food, exercise and feelings about the two during the twelve week challenge. (I have actually already started doing this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will follow the Core plan (Weight Watchers calls it the Simply Filling Foods now, but I'll keep calling it Core) and only eat 35 extra points each week - if you have ever done WW you know what I mean, but if you don't, well you will be fine anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat two vegetarian meals (lunch/dinner) during the week.  I have been wanting to try more vegetarian recipes, so this will help me start to do this (suggestions, Mrs. Swizzle?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel good about these goals, and have actually already started most of them (except the vegetarian meals.  I tried Baked Tofu in homemade fried rice last week and really liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any goals for the upcoming holiday season?&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/8819099086437177380-1300334997096674013?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1300334997096674013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1300334997096674013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1300334997096674013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1300334997096674013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-challenge-goals.html' title='Holiday Challenge: Goals'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6774068979050790039</id><published>2009-09-22T07:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:40:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to get back to blogging.   I've been missing it, and facebook can only provide me so much outlet.  Had to finish school and blah, blah, blah..  there are always reasons.  But anyway, I felt like getting back in, so for those of you who don't know what has been going on with me - here's the basic rundown:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished travel school.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to found the business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking for a new job (stop gap until I get the travel sales up and running).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to train for a walking half-marathon with &lt;a href="http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com"&gt;Curly Girl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go.  Hope you are still interested in my life, I have continued to be interested in yours.  &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/8819099086437177380-6774068979050790039?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6774068979050790039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6774068979050790039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6774068979050790039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6774068979050790039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-hiatus.html' title='After a Hiatus...'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7226089199469477849</id><published>2009-02-15T11:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:24:20.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Wondering.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SZhp-k5EFQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fIfnM0H_nf8/s1600-h/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303105085004584194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SZhp-k5EFQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fIfnM0H_nf8/s320/question+mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I taught Sunday School to 4 &amp;amp; 5 year olds (oh so long ago, &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elastigirl's&lt;/a&gt; Teen was in my class) we used a technique I call "wondering. " It is one of my favorite things to start discussions now. My mom and I often say, "I wonder what..." because she is a fan of the technique as well. You get some great answers from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, when I asked, "I wonder how the shepherds felt when they saw the angels?" I was thinking that they would say, "Happy" (about 90% of the 4 &amp;amp; 5 year olds gave that answer for all wondering questions, then they would come up with something else while I waited) or "Scared" (which is how I think I would feel if I saw an angel, after all, the first thing an angel usually says is, "Do not be afraid.") I remember The Teen's answer like it was yesterday. He said, "I think they said, 'Hallelujah!'" and threw his hands up in the air. Always thinking, that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I have so many things that I have been wondering about lately, I thought it might be good to write them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what God's plan is for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder why it seems like that plan includes me being alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if I will be alone for the rest of my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what success means to me now &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if it was a good decision to not immediately go back into the workforce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder how my new career will shape up over the next 5 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if I will feel successful in 5 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what life will be like once I have reached my weight goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what it will be like to wear a size 8 (or if that is the size I will be, cause I'm just guessing here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's just the tip of the iceberg..... What are you wondering about right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7226089199469477849?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7226089199469477849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7226089199469477849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7226089199469477849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7226089199469477849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wondering.html' title='Wondering.....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SZhp-k5EFQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fIfnM0H_nf8/s72-c/question+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8048687965016311885</id><published>2009-01-21T22:21:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:02:19.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Thanks to Elastigirl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://marybethbutler.typepad.com/terrapin_station/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293984525349955026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SXgC4IfmJdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0bPEI5DbkZs/s320/friends_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for nominating me for this award. She is truly one of my closest friends, and I miss her a little bit most days and a whole lot on others. Our time together IRL is precious, but the blog she writes allows me to be with her off and on throughout the week. Thank goodness for the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the explanation and the silly rules that go with it:&lt;em&gt;"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bloggers that are important friends to me, many have already gotten the award, but I will still list them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Curly Girl&lt;/a&gt;: More than just a friend, she is my wonderful sister and inspires me to be more like her every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://wyattpages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt;: More family, and one of the funniest writers I have ever known. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brainswizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Swizzle&lt;/a&gt;: One of the best all time blog tag lines: &lt;em&gt;Do you ever feel like someone has put a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;swizzle stick into the top of your head and just stirred things around a little? &lt;/em&gt;I do, and I am glad to know there are other people like that in the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://marybethbutler.typepad.com/terrapin_station/"&gt;Mary Beth&lt;/a&gt;: My first blog friend that I met after I read her blog. It was quite exhilarating. Thank goodness she is the least anonymous blogger in the whole world :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Mindy&lt;/a&gt;: So interesting, and so creative. I look forward to meeting her IRL someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://perplexityproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Perplexity Project&lt;/a&gt;: More family, and really smart and insightful. Makes me think, which is always good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, looking here, I realize I need to make more blog friends. But I love the ones I have. Thanks to you all for brightening my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8048687965016311885?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8048687965016311885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8048687965016311885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8048687965016311885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8048687965016311885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-to-elastigirl.html' title='Thanks to Elastigirl...'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SXgC4IfmJdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0bPEI5DbkZs/s72-c/friends_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-379041853839266326</id><published>2009-01-06T08:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:54:45.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back at 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Reflecting on the last year, I was trying to decide what I had learned from 2008.  There are so many things, but here are just a few, in no particular order:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am happier today than I was 5 years ago. I am focused on a goal, and working toward doing something I love instead of just existing. It really does matter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You set your own price in this world" - this is a quote from my friend J, an economist. He told me that it was something his mama always told him. I repeat that to myself a lot these days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things don’t get easier when you put them off. Procrastinating is never the right answer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once it gets above 110 degrees outside, it really doesn’t matter if it is a dry heat or not. Really. It doesn’t. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;facebook. Enough said. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a skinny person. I can lose the weight that I want to lose, and keep it off. I just don’t know exactly how I will accomplish it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t have to see your friends everyday for them to be really good friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a lot to learn, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you learn? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-379041853839266326?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/379041853839266326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=379041853839266326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/379041853839266326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/379041853839266326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-back-at-2008.html' title='Looking Back at 2008'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1271392297475510873</id><published>2008-12-28T08:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:56:53.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SVehpK24crI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kEkkfvWd8Uk/s1600-h/xmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SVehpK24crI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kEkkfvWd8Uk/s320/xmas+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284870416403821234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Christmas this year. Surrounded by family, watching The Present open presents ALL DAY LONG (Christmas in the morning and birthday at night) and being delighted that he wanted to try and read every book that he got (he probably got about 15 books - the kid loves to read) and then sitting down on his own to try to read a book we got for Dimples when everyone else was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimples was a force to be reckoned with, and no matter how many girly toys I got her (a baby doll and a pink boat) she just wanted to play with The Present's new cars. That one might be a tomboy, we'll see. She did give the baby a kiss, I think, but maybe she was just trying to put the baby's head in her mouth - she's been doing a lot of that since she started getting teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, Curly Girl and I &lt;strong&gt;surprised&lt;/strong&gt; our parents with their big gift. An electric smoker. Dad had been talking about it with her back in October, and she filed that info away and we did some research. Plus we got to benefit the next day when he smoked some ribs. Fantastic, his first try. YUM! In a world where we want to be sure that we get the right thing, our family has gotten in the habit of talking through what we want, and there aren't many surprises on Christmas morning. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful holiday, filled with family and happiness. Hope that yours was amazing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1271392297475510873?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1271392297475510873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1271392297475510873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1271392297475510873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1271392297475510873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-christmas.html' title='Wonderful Christmas'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SVehpK24crI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kEkkfvWd8Uk/s72-c/xmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1452005721485448345</id><published>2008-12-16T09:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:12:44.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to say I've missed a lot of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; over the last week or two. All of us seem to be busy, busy, busy. So I think I'll just make a post to give you all something to read, and maybe you'll take pity on me a post a blog about something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a good friend about my blog the other day (he actually knew about it, but just never had signed on before) and he said it was interesting how all my blogging friends seemed to know each other.  I thought how funny that was, because there are people that only know each other through the blog, like &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elastigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wyattpages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt;, and while they are both important to me, they have never met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I explained to him that blogging is just like that, we find out about others thoughts and lives and learn from each of the blogs we read.  I love clicking through the blogs that are interesting to my blogging friends and learn something new or laugh or look at things differently with each click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Merry Christmas to all who read this blog.  And thanks to all of you who have enlightened me in one way or another during the last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1452005721485448345?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1452005721485448345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1452005721485448345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1452005721485448345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1452005721485448345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-blogging.html' title='Holiday Blogging'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-3240964452364469554</id><published>2008-12-07T22:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:14:18.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ww'/><title type='text'>Never Go to the Grocery Store Hungry!</title><content type='html'>One of my key rules to weight loss, but I broke it tonight.  I am often weak once the food makes it into my apartment, so I just do not bring it home.  Makes the decision what to eat much easier.  Not sure why I broke the rule tonight, except I didn't really think I was hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of my favorite new grocery stores here in the desert, called &lt;a href="http://www.freshandeasy.com/"&gt;Fresh &amp;amp; Easy&lt;/a&gt;.  They are a grocery store that operates on a smaller scale than most of their competitors, so it is eashy to run in and get out usually.  The best part about them is that they have amazing store brands.  Not only do they cost less most of the time, but they also use only natural ingredients.  No artificial flavors or colors, no hormones in their meats, nothing with 16 syllables on the ingredient list. No high fructose corn syrup in their ketchup.  Really good products.  And they taste great too.  The first part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; breakdown.  And when they want to get rid of stuff (if it going to expire soon, or if they are overstocked on it) the sell it at HALF price.  AWESOME (and part two of tonight's breakdown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went in to look for one thing - I wanted some blue cheese for salad - and came out with a ton of half price stuff that I did not intend to buy.  Corn bread, frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;empenadas&lt;/span&gt;, green beans and much more.  And almost none of it is on the Weight Watchers Core program. So at 35 points a week, it will take a while to consume.  My only ray of sunshine is that this week Weight Watchers is unveiling a new program (called Momentum) so maybe I'll be able to have some of it sooner. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-3240964452364469554?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3240964452364469554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=3240964452364469554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3240964452364469554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3240964452364469554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-go-to-grocery-store-hungry.html' title='Never Go to the Grocery Store Hungry!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7771533439512331190</id><published>2008-11-30T21:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:13:37.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>"Christmas is Coming"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was the first Sunday in Advent, tomorrow is December 1st, and its beginning to feel like Christmas. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weatherwise&lt;/span&gt;, of course, because when you live in a desert, winter is mostly 75 degrees and sunny, which is not very traditional Christmas weather to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been listening to Christmas music in the car (there is a radio station that has been playing it since early November, but I have not listened mostly on principle - there is something wrong with Christmas carols before Thanksgiving!) which always helps me get in the mood. I tend to sing out loud whenever I hear any Christmas music (which was kind of embarrassing at the big orange box today, when I was singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Navidad&lt;/span&gt; - "I want to wish you a Merry Christmas" - when I walked up to one of the cashiers I work with). Ah well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm getting in the mood. And I am wondering what Christmas music really makes it feel &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/STN-CzDNiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I1WjaiJX3bk/s1600-h/twyamc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698175109498978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/STN-CzDNiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I1WjaiJX3bk/s320/twyamc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like Christmas for everyone else. Mine is all of the album from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wish-You-Merry-Christmas/dp/B000002W43"&gt;"To Wish You a Merry Christmas" by Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Belefonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My mom loves this album, and I associate it with the Christmas season - playing it on the day after Thanksgiving, and then again when we were decorating the Christmas Tree, and again on Christmas Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what about you?  Which song do you have to hear in order to be ready to celebrate Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7771533439512331190?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7771533439512331190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7771533439512331190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7771533439512331190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7771533439512331190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='&quot;Christmas is Coming&quot;'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/STN-CzDNiGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I1WjaiJX3bk/s72-c/twyamc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7565989107886929645</id><published>2008-11-26T09:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:53:36.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm Thankful</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand where we got the tradition of calling Thanksgiving "Turkey Day" - I know I do it, and I know lots of others do it without any desire to demean the Thanksgiving holiday, but in preparation for this years Thanksgiving holiday, here are the top 5 things I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am learning something new, so that I can do something I love for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a family who loves and supports me in everything (OK, most everything) I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am healthier this year than I have been in years, and I am on the way to being the healthiest that I have been in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have friends who can make me laugh so hard it makes my stomach hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a roof over my head and a place to call my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I am starting a meme. My first ever. I tag &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elastigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Curly Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://brainswizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Swizzle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wyattpages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Mindy&lt;/a&gt;. What are you thankful for this year? Give me a Top 5 List.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7565989107886929645?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7565989107886929645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7565989107886929645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7565989107886929645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7565989107886929645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-800172750094370056</id><published>2008-11-16T23:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:12:35.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ww'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Special Thanks to My Weight Watchers Leader!</title><content type='html'>And not for the reason you might think. For the last 3 days my neck has been hurting, and no amount of rubbing, ibuprofen or corn bags (heated) or anything else has helped me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I looked over my shoulder, pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SSEWJPvB_0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/09w_MwfeFeg/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269517387098619714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SSEWJPvB_0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/09w_MwfeFeg/s200/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So where does the Weight Watchers leader come in? A few weeks ago, we started the 12 week challenge at Weight Watchers, a creation (I believe) of my leader, Sharon. It is the final push to make it through the last 12 weeks for the year, which are filled with eating holidays (Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas - it is really an eating marathon). So each week we do something to challenge ourselves. Try new recipes, find new information, and even try new vegetables (mine were rutabaga and acorn squash). This week was do 45 minutes of activity that you don't normally do. I decided to use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; to record two exercise shows and follow them. One was &lt;a href="http://www.wailana.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; Lana Yoga&lt;/a&gt;. I picked it because I used to do Yoga quite regularly at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;QB's&lt;/span&gt; gym when I lived in the big state, and I have been missing it lately. I was able to do all but one pose (starts out like the picture above, then you stick your legs out sideways in either direction... I'll have to work up to that one, I think) and when I did the spine stretch, it miraculously released my neck! I feel so much better. I do love yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what 45 minutes of activity would you do if I challenged you to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-800172750094370056?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/800172750094370056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=800172750094370056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/800172750094370056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/800172750094370056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/special-thanks-to-my-weight-watchers.html' title='Special Thanks to My Weight Watchers Leader!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SSEWJPvB_0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/09w_MwfeFeg/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-592443808249074073</id><published>2008-11-09T21:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:57:57.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>OK, so I mentioned before I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; addiction problem, and it might just have affected my postings over the last couple of weeks.  I have found some long lost friends, and some not so lost friends, and it has been great fun.  But I also miss the blog, so now I decided that no matter what, I am going to make sure that I post at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I can't believe.  ONLY 6 1/2 weeks until Christmas.  WOW.  So much to do between now and then.  And I'm heading back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of days to see family and friends.  It will be nice, and I really miss everyone.  That is happening before Thanksgiving.  HOW will everything get done?  I do not know.  But I will just do my best.  That's all I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-592443808249074073?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/592443808249074073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=592443808249074073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/592443808249074073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/592443808249074073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5824962929451644460</id><published>2008-10-18T19:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:51:04.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The First Step is Admitting You Have A Problem</title><content type='html'>I AM ADDICTED TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.  I just thought it would be a good idea to tell my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; friends.  I have found some high school friends that I haven't seen in years.  And camp friends. And family.  Who knows who will be next.  I don't understand all the share a cupcake and winking and other stuff, but I love finding out about people I haven't seen in ages.  It's really cool.  Any insight to help me kick the addiction?  Maybe wean myself off slowly?  HELP ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5824962929451644460?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5824962929451644460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5824962929451644460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5824962929451644460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5824962929451644460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-step-is-admitting-you-have.html' title='The First Step is Admitting You Have A Problem'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-3958027404490813123</id><published>2008-10-08T11:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:55:12.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>The Big 5-0!</title><content type='html'>No I did not turn 50 this year, nor am I contemplating life at 50 (although according to Oprah, 50 is fabulous!). This big 5-0 is about loss. A good kind of loss. 50 lbs! WOW. As part of my &lt;a href="http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/strategery.html"&gt;strategic plan &lt;/a&gt;I joined Weight Watchers, which I don't even know if I have talked about before here on the blog. I have joined before, but it has never stuck like it has this time, so up until recently I have been afraid to talk about it at all. But this week my cumulative total is 50 lbs, so people are starting to ask what it is I am doing. WOW. I picked up a 50 lb sack of grass seed at the big orange box this week, just so I could see how much that was. A lot, I think. And all since November 15, which means it has been less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Curly Girl and my mom, who have given me extra support when I needed it. My mom has struggled right along with me (and loss 30 lbs herself) and my sister is teaching me to think like a skinny person. I never have been able to do that before, but I am learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-3958027404490813123?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3958027404490813123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=3958027404490813123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3958027404490813123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3958027404490813123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-5-0.html' title='The Big 5-0!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7894449220541544496</id><published>2008-10-07T08:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:45:12.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SOuEVFikBaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Tos97qajeh4/s1600-h/Back+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254438888057079202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SOuEVFikBaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Tos97qajeh4/s400/Back+Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandmother passed away this week. I am so sad, but mostly because I talked about calling her with my sister this weekend and just never got around to it. I loved her so much. She was a lovely woman and so sweet. She loved her family very much and always let us know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year she turned 90, and for her birthday we published a cookbook, which I wrote about &lt;a href="http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/joyous-occasion.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. As I said before, she was able to live out her entire life in her own home, for which I know she was grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I have as beautiful a spirit as she did. Always kind and generous. I hope someday I am as good a cook as she was. Never measuring, always just knowing the right amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandma. I know you are happy to see Grandpa and your sister again. We will miss you so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7894449220541544496?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7894449220541544496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7894449220541544496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7894449220541544496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7894449220541544496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SOuEVFikBaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Tos97qajeh4/s72-c/Back+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6425635334076185675</id><published>2008-09-29T09:36:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:46:40.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Six Unremarkable Things About Me</title><content type='html'>A tag from &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elastigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot walk around with one sock/shoe on and one sock/shoe off. In 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, I had a teacher (take note teachers of the power of your words) tell me it was bad luck to walk around with one sock on and one sock off. Now it gives me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heebie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt; when I see someone else walking around like that, and have been known to take off my sock if I need to walk somewhere in the middle of putting a pair on. Curly Girl still makes fun of me for it, saying to her son, "Your driving your Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Smarty&lt;/span&gt; crazy with your one sock on and one sock off." And she is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I see all the flaws in the movie The Wizard of Oz when I watch it now (thanks to a summer camp dean - now a deacon - who pointed them out to me one summer when it was well over a hundred degrees so we had rest time in the cafeteria and watched movies because it had AC and the cabins didn't). Some of the magic is gone. I won't ruin it for you, but the problems are there. And I can't watch the movie without thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to put together wooden jigsaw puzzles that were handmade by my great uncle. Regular puzzles don't have the same meaning for me. Our puzzles have pieces in crazy shapes and ones we call "specialty" pieces that are shaped like everything from the liberty bell to animals to one we call "running guy" that looks just like a guy running. Lots of family holidays have been spent doing these puzzles together and it is a great time to catch up. We have all levels of difficulty and we recently started The Gift on some that are 24 pieces. He loves them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can say all 50 states in alphabetical order, thanks to a song I learned in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade called "Fifty Nifty United States." It has come in handy on more than one occasion, but I can't think of any of those occasions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Because I moved so much as a kid (military brat) I do not remember things by the year that they occurred, but by where I lived when they happened. So the reason I said 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade in the last item is because I know where I lived when it happened, and I know I was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like math. I always have, and I guess I always will. The world is filled with patterns and math problems and people ask my advice on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mathy&lt;/span&gt; things" (as my mom calls them) all the time. My pet peeve is when people say, "I can't do math" like it is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; skill. No one ever says proudly, "I can't read!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://www.ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;curly girl &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.wyattpages.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, two remarkable women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6425635334076185675?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6425635334076185675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6425635334076185675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6425635334076185675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6425635334076185675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-unremarkable-things-about-me.html' title='Six Unremarkable Things About Me'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1105268960213717349</id><published>2008-09-28T21:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:37:59.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I Missed My Own Blogiversary!!</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe that it has been a year that I have been blogging. I've been so sick the past couple weeks, that I haven't much felt like doing anything. It was all I could do to go to work and work on homework. Then sleep, sleep, sleep. And somewhere in there my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogiversary&lt;/span&gt; rolled on by. I also lost a brand new credit card for a week under my coffee table. Thank God I found it yesterday, because I was sure that I would have to cancel it before too much longer if I didn't find it. And I hate changing to a new number on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy belated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogiversary&lt;/span&gt; to me. One year of looking at life through the prism of the world wide web. Hope there are many happy years in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for all the well wishers. I am finally feeling better and have climbed out from under the mountain of laundry that needed washing and cleaned off the counters and surfaces, so I am back to the world of blogging again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1105268960213717349?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1105268960213717349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1105268960213717349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1105268960213717349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1105268960213717349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-missed-my-own-blogiversary.html' title='I Missed My Own Blogiversary!!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-9013881757756710873</id><published>2008-09-16T16:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:34:26.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SICK</title><content type='html'>Really and truly sick.  What is it you do when you have a cold?  For me there is a regimen of day-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quil&lt;/span&gt;, nose spray and throat lozenges.  And on the homeopathic front, I take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zicam&lt;/span&gt;.  I am usually not a big homeopathic remedy person, but I do think it makes me better faster, so I added that to my cold remedy about two years ago.  I think it helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am doing nothing but drinking lots of liquids, catching up on stuff that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVR'ed&lt;/span&gt; and napping throughout the day.  Hope the combination of drugs and rest works its magic soon.  I do not like being sick.  At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you lurkers out there - leave me a message to help cheer me up on my sick-day at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-9013881757756710873?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9013881757756710873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=9013881757756710873' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/9013881757756710873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/9013881757756710873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m SICK'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5170701840151001073</id><published>2008-09-03T08:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:29:44.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>What Decade is This Anyway?</title><content type='html'>I'm not saying I agree with her philosophies (she's pro-life, pro-gun, pro hunting, pro-who knows what else because before last week I had never heard of her....) but this is not the 1950's.  Haven't we moved beyond the idea that a mother can't be a good mother with a big job?  It is insane to me that these questions are even coming up.  And even more so that they are being brought up by those people that I have seen as champions for equal-work-equal-pay idealism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her opponent, Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt;, when asked about her, said she was "good looking." REALLY?!?!? That's what he could come up with? Nothing about her politics? But what do you expect from a guy who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presidential&lt;/span&gt; race came to a grinding halt when he said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; was "articulate and bright and clean." He's certainly not PC by any stretch of the imagination.  And he was a single father for sometime with small children, so he can't really be the one to throw stones. He had it all, career and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, in a world where I was really excited to know that I will see either an African-American or a woman in one of the top two spots in the nation, where there will be some kind of barrier broken for sure, I couldn't be more disappointed in the world's response to her as an individual.  I am excited to see a woman on the ticket.  We all should be.  No matter what her party. Congratulations Sarah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5170701840151001073?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5170701840151001073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5170701840151001073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5170701840151001073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5170701840151001073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-decade-is-this-anyway.html' title='What Decade is This Anyway?'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-3748447270287408707</id><published>2008-08-22T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:03:25.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>This week conversation has swirled around the topic of respect. What exactly does it mean to be respectful of people? Why do people feel respected (or not)? My conclusions are this: At the beginning of the week, I would have said that there are two types of people in the world, those who really try to respect all others, and those who don't.  I put myself in the "trying" side, I think, but I do know that there are people out in this world that I don't respect.  So then is it a spectrum?  An amount on a scale from 1 to 100? My math brain always tries to quantify things.  Right or wrong? Yes or No? True or False?   Should we have to earn respect, or is it something that we deserve as human beings?   I guess the interesting knowledge for me is that me not respecting someone because they decided to look at the world differently than I do puts me further down on the spectrum, and I had always been more comfortable with the "black and white" option of you do or you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-3748447270287408707?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3748447270287408707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=3748447270287408707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3748447270287408707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3748447270287408707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-584218834286556905</id><published>2008-08-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:35:31.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SJqSyh0NyWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vuPD3uRB7sc/s1600-h/olympic+rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655313912744290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SJqSyh0NyWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vuPD3uRB7sc/s320/olympic+rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just two more days and it will be time for the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics. I love watching them, each country marching in proudly. I remember it being a big deal with my sister and my parents, seeing all the athletes of the world walking in together. It kind of gives you hope for the world. It inspires me that for just a few minutes people from all (or at least most of) the countries in the world can exist together in one place for one purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China has done some amazing things in preparation for the games. Like I read one place that they removed 500,000 cars from the streets in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beijing&lt;/span&gt;. WOW. I guess being a communist country has some advantages. Because I can just see that going over like a lead brick here in the US. "Hey, we are trying to drastically limit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pollution&lt;/span&gt;, so everyone whose license plate ends in the number 1 has to stop driving for the next month." Or whatever. YEAH RIGHT. It just wouldn't happen. So however they did it, I am amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you should take some time out of the next few weeks and watch the games. Be inspired. I know I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-584218834286556905?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/584218834286556905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=584218834286556905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/584218834286556905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/584218834286556905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SJqSyh0NyWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vuPD3uRB7sc/s72-c/olympic+rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-4135916826050987965</id><published>2008-07-24T06:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:32:22.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>A Curly World</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the world of blogging Curly Girl!  I knew you were jealous that I blogged and you didn't. (is blog a verb now? I'm not sure) Anyway, if you want to know more about my sister Curly Girl or just check up on her family, check out her blog &lt;a href="http://www.ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Curly World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-4135916826050987965?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4135916826050987965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=4135916826050987965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4135916826050987965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4135916826050987965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/curly-world.html' title='A Curly World'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6849814275971111686</id><published>2008-07-16T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:21:27.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>Going out of town with Curly Girl, The Gift and Dimples tomorrow.  We are going to see our grandmother.  After all, she's 90, so we can afford to see her twice in one year.  Through a miracle, we were able to get 3 frequent flier tickets and are flying directly into her small town airport (seriously small town - it has 4 gates for ALL the airlines).  It is much cooler where we are going.  More humid, but I don't think I care yet.  Curly Girl is worried a little I think.  I am so ready for a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6849814275971111686?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6849814275971111686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6849814275971111686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6849814275971111686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6849814275971111686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6443670331969941568</id><published>2008-07-08T23:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:38:10.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>One Bag At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SHRcggypQMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-tDE5cDWCiI/s1600-h/onebag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220899581657170114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SHRcggypQMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-tDE5cDWCiI/s320/onebag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out here in the sunny southwest, people seem to be more "save the planet" than other places I've lived as an adult. Grocery stores out here give incentives for carrying your own reusable bags - 5 cents off your bill or entry into drawing when you bring your own bags. I have so many tote bags from various giveaways that I have just started leaving them in my car so they will always be there when I run by the grocery store. I estimate I am saving at least 8 bags a week from grocery shopping. That is over 400 bags a year! Check out the website &lt;a href="http://www.onebagatatime.com/"&gt;One Bag At A Time&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about how this small change can make a difference. I just feel better when I bring my own bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6443670331969941568?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6443670331969941568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6443670331969941568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6443670331969941568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6443670331969941568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-bag-at-time.html' title='One Bag At A Time'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SHRcggypQMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-tDE5cDWCiI/s72-c/onebag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7374289335897245601</id><published>2008-07-03T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:41:34.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Days Make People CRANKY</title><content type='html'>I had a wreck of a day today at the big orange box. I have no idea why people think it is OK to yell at me when I am doing my job.  Customers complained about other cashiers, and one of the other head cashiers actually yelled "Can't you just be a little bit flexible?" which I really couldn't believe, because I consider myself pretty flexible for the most part.  I was trying to help her so she could leave for lunch so she could get back in time for me to leave on schedule.  I asked her if she needed anything and that was the response I got.  JEEZ.  And she just got back from a weeks vacation, so she should have been somewhat easy going.  Combined with the fact that our store managers are all cutting hours so I didn't want to be staying over my scheduled hours.  I was sort of dumbfounded.  Ah well, her problem, not mine.  I'll say a prayer for her tonight. That should make me more at peace with the whole thing.  That and running the a/c colder than usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7374289335897245601?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7374289335897245601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7374289335897245601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7374289335897245601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7374289335897245601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-days-make-people-cranky.html' title='Hot Days Make People CRANKY'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7064338527674515599</id><published>2008-06-30T20:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:54:41.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now I&apos;ve Seen Everything'/><title type='text'>Historic, REALLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Under the label - Now I've Seen Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While driving to work today, I saw a tag like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217888345377213170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SGmpzffcCvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oebYP9TorgM/s320/az+historic+tag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on an El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camino&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding. I had to laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7064338527674515599?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7064338527674515599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7064338527674515599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7064338527674515599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7064338527674515599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/historic-really.html' title='Historic, REALLY?'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/SGmpzffcCvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oebYP9TorgM/s72-c/az+historic+tag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-2307022913562597936</id><published>2008-06-28T19:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:59:31.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It's HOT!</title><content type='html'>OK, so I know I moved to one of the hottest places in the US, and I know it was entirely my own decision and I have no one to blame but myself. BUT COME ON. It is really hot. Have some sympathy for me. I was just checking the forecast for July and every day except two it is expected to be above 110 degrees. (The two are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt; to be a balmy 108). And we've already been above 100 for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry heat thing has merit - it seems cooler than it sounds - but above 110 is just hard to bear. I actually burned my hand on my car the other day. HOT. And people just go about there lives as if it is completely normal. Which I guess it is. Just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I have an amazing tan, because the only outside activity that is even remotely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt; is sitting in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-2307022913562597936?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2307022913562597936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=2307022913562597936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/2307022913562597936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/2307022913562597936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s HOT!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1606786785693695798</id><published>2008-06-26T08:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:56:40.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Moving to the Top of the List</title><content type='html'>I finally got cable installed at my new apartment, and now I have internet access again. More frequent blogging is assured. And I was looking at &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elastigirl's blog&lt;/a&gt; and realized that her new blog list shows how long its been since the last post on your blog. So I wanted to be sure to move up on the list. I have always been driven to be #1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1606786785693695798?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1606786785693695798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1606786785693695798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1606786785693695798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1606786785693695798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-to-top-of-list.html' title='Moving to the Top of the List'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1825573827790418551</id><published>2008-05-31T20:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:56:09.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>AND I've been missing for a month or so. I've got no good excuse, except I have been abstaining from cable in an effort to get settled, so I haven't done any blogging as a result. (That should be fixed in a week or two) But Elastigirl tagged me, and the book I'm reading right now (Jack Canfield's &lt;em&gt;The Success Principles&lt;/em&gt;) says that when your mentor tells you to do something, you should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing ten years ago:&lt;/strong&gt; Working at a job that made me sad most of the time. Just meeting &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elastigirl &lt;/a&gt;(I actually got to know her right after her second baby was born). Started meeting with my small group around that time. Made some friends that I still consider some of my closest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things on today's "to do" list:&lt;/strong&gt; Today was Saturday, and for the first time in a while, I set all "to do's" aside, and just hung out with my sister, Curly Girl, by the pool with the kids and more kids from the neighborhood. Does work on my tan count as a "to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'd do if I was a billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt; Set up a charitable foundation that focused on hunger and literacy. I figure if you can eat and read, you can figure most of the rest of the stuff out for yourself. I would not "work" another day in my life, just spend it traveling and enjoying my money working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt; Biting my nails, negative self-talk and procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five places I've lived:&lt;/strong&gt; Near a beach, near the nations capitol, in a cold northern state, in the heartland and now in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt; Math Tutor, Bank Vice President, Executive Staff at a YWCA, Consultant, Cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elastigirl always takes the five bloggers I know to tag, so still, I have no one to tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1825573827790418551?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1825573827790418551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1825573827790418551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1825573827790418551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1825573827790418551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5223038658840820830</id><published>2008-04-21T14:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:47:43.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>Two weeks later!</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry that I haven't posted, but it has been a busy two weeks.  I went back to the hometown, packed all of my stuff on a truck, drove it out to the southwest (with the assistance of the parents) unpacked it all off the truck (with the assistance of many) and started setting up the apartment.  The parents helped Curly Girl with her last minute nesting and then just a couple of days later her new baby was born.  I'm still figuring out her personality,  so no nickname for her yet.  Went to get the Firecracker, who couldn't wait to see her new sis.  New Baby is a BIG baby - 9 lbs, 10 oz and 22 inches long!  The Gift thinks she is great, and wants to keep giving her kisses.  He's being very gentle with her and is awfully sweet to watch.  The QB took a few days off to enjoy the new girl, so the family is resting quietly at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is starting to come together.  I hung some things on the walls this weekend, which always makes it feel more like home.  And the furniture I brought fits (with only a slight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; of taking the door off it's hinges to get the desk into the office) so everything has worked out great.  Of course there is always something that goes kaput in the moving process, and this time it was my DVD player.  Since I'm not ready to fork over $300 for a blue-ray disc player, I've been looking at new DVD players and am quite amazed by how small and light they have become.  I was a somewhat early adopter on the DVD track, and my last one was big &amp;amp; HEAVY compared to the ones out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More unpacking ahead.  Here's hoping the rest goes as smoothly as it has so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5223038658840820830?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5223038658840820830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5223038658840820830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5223038658840820830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5223038658840820830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-weeks-later.html' title='Two weeks later!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-4785057495979860560</id><published>2008-04-05T22:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:15:10.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>It's All Coming Together</title><content type='html'>Well, I've sort of got most everything under control for now. Things are already going well at the big orange. My new boss seems to like me, and already asked me if I'd like to supervise - how long have I been there? We'll see. I'm not looking to climb the orange ladder, but it would mean more money and less time outside when it is 110 degrees. I'm making new friends and trading schedules already and fitting in with the new co-workers as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the keys to my apartment TOMORROW, take off for my hometown the next day and get everything packed up in time to be back here by a week from today. WHEW. The only thing I haven't really changed yet that I'll be changing is my cell phone. Don't want to get a new one until I get back. The biggest pain will be switching everything to the new address. That takes so long and I always forget something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-4785057495979860560?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4785057495979860560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=4785057495979860560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4785057495979860560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4785057495979860560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-coming-together.html' title='It&apos;s All Coming Together'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8932876814995478827</id><published>2008-04-01T16:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:21:32.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Study in Potato....</title><content type='html'>No work today, so this morning I was hanging out with Curly Girl and the Gift. He wanted to play with the Mr. Potato Head that Aunt Smarty got him for Christmas (not his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt;). I mostly buy him gifts that I liked to play with as a kid. I figure if they've been on the market more than 35 years or so, they'll probably be fun for him. Luckily the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;QB's&lt;/span&gt; sister got him one as well, so we can each have our own potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about playing with Mr. Potato Head with a two year old is that there are NO RULES! For example - I see a mouth where eyes should be and 3 arms - I would have never made these, but I loved his so much that I decided you needed to see them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKzi2tGUI/AAAAAAAAADk/DojFBaPFNds/s1600-h/CIMG6189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184429107935254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKzi2tGUI/AAAAAAAAADk/DojFBaPFNds/s320/CIMG6189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the muscle arms and the flowered hat. I think I saw that guy coming out of the gym last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKzy2tGVI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jv9Cc3rQknk/s1600-h/CIMG6190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184429112230222162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKzy2tGVI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jv9Cc3rQknk/s320/CIMG6190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An extra mouth where the arm / ears might belong? NO BIG DEAL. We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LK0C2tGWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xQfF-DNvTkk/s1600-h/CIMG6195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184429116525189474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LK0C2tGWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xQfF-DNvTkk/s320/CIMG6195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gift kept insisting that they be photographed together. Like they were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPS2tGPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dnjUFH38IRM/s1600-h/CIMG6184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184428485164996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPS2tGPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dnjUFH38IRM/s320/CIMG6184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mustaches are fun, so we needed two on this one. One where it "belongs" and one over the ear that looks suspiciously like a nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPi2tGQI/AAAAAAAAADE/vfJ16r1Fdz4/s1600-h/CIMG6185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPi2tGRI/AAAAAAAAADM/mbe9Oo65wa0/s1600-h/CIMG6186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184428489459964178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPi2tGRI/AAAAAAAAADM/mbe9Oo65wa0/s320/CIMG6186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess he has seen Aunt Smarty and Curly Girl with their sunglasses on top of their heads so many times, he wanted the Potato to look cool like us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPi2tGSI/AAAAAAAAADU/pbkQFGTNtQQ/s1600-h/CIMG6187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184428489459964194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPi2tGSI/AAAAAAAAADU/pbkQFGTNtQQ/s320/CIMG6187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The master at work. And a nice side view of the two mustached Potato. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPy2tGTI/AAAAAAAAADc/5HZdd861ksw/s1600-h/CIMG6188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184428493754931506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKPy2tGTI/AAAAAAAAADc/5HZdd861ksw/s320/CIMG6188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with these, I think there could be an art project for his room somewhere down the line. Next time you play with a Mr. Potato Head - let your mind run wild.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8932876814995478827?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8932876814995478827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8932876814995478827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8932876814995478827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8932876814995478827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/study-in-potato.html' title='A Study in Potato....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R_LKzi2tGUI/AAAAAAAAADk/DojFBaPFNds/s72-c/CIMG6189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-3056033940978959204</id><published>2008-03-25T09:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:47:21.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Saved Some BUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-k41i2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfZS5CoojZU/s1600-h/dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181735338806941922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-k41i2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfZS5CoojZU/s200/dollar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as mentioned before I found a good apartment, but apparently some of the help isn't toooo bright. Exactly one day after I signed a lease, one of the agents called me on behalf of the manager (who had given me the tour) and left a message asking if I wanted to sign a lease, and that they were offering a tremendous special. Hmmm... So I called back to see if I could switch. After a lot of hemming and hawing on their part (uh, it is only on a select few apartments, you might have to change, it's really not that much money, etc.) I switched to a new apartment - with more &amp;amp; better upgrades - and I'm saving about $700 over the next 12 months. &lt;strong&gt;YEE HAW!&lt;/strong&gt; Thank God for stupid people!  Of course, she may not be stupid...  She may just be busy or tired or who knows what.  But whatever the reason, it worked out well for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-3056033940978959204?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3056033940978959204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=3056033940978959204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3056033940978959204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/3056033940978959204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/saved-some-bucks.html' title='Saved Some BUCKS!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-k41i2tGOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfZS5CoojZU/s72-c/dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6948773506745416317</id><published>2008-03-19T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:45:32.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>Life in the Sunny Southwest</title><content type='html'>I moved! Well, sort of anyway. I am here staying at Curly Girl's house with the Gift (my nephew - born on Christmas Day) and QB (my BIL) so called because he played QB at his university and is still very in love with football some 20 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the week looking at apartments, and I have found one that I like that is about 15-20 minutes away from my sister's house, so we are both really happy, and the one I picked is running a special where for $10 more, I get a 2 bedroom apartment. It will be nice to have an office again, plus good storage. I'll be moving my stuff out here in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the hardest part of this transition is the transfer to a new big orange box store! It seems like there is nothing that facilitates. I have to make the contacts and the arrangements, and that all finally came into place this week, so that is a big load off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big differences between my hometown and the urban southwest? Rocks are a primary landscaping tool, and there is very little if any grass in most neighborhoods. Eventually, I'm sure I'll get used to lawns that look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179849508861581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-KFry2tGMI/AAAAAAAAACk/TIlDTLu61dY/s320/CIMG6182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and backyards that look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179851115179350226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-KHJS2tGNI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fx-w2CWeoR0/s320/CIMG6181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6948773506745416317?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6948773506745416317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6948773506745416317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6948773506745416317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6948773506745416317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-in-sunny-southwest.html' title='Life in the Sunny Southwest'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R-KFry2tGMI/AAAAAAAAACk/TIlDTLu61dY/s72-c/CIMG6182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5002898545745601242</id><published>2008-03-02T13:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:02:06.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Always Have a Friend with a Lake House</title><content type='html'>As a going away treat my friend Angel invited me and some other friends to the lake this weekend for girls weekend away.  Ironically, our weekends at the lake hardly ever involve actually going to the lake.  Last time we went it was raining all weekend and we just stayed in our PJ's all day and watched movies and laughed and laughed.   Laughter always finds its way into gatherings with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I actually walked down to the lake with The Chick - what a good friend she has been to me, I will miss her a whole lot.  My learning from our walk together - if you have a hard time walking down a steep hill, you will have a REALLY hard time walking back up it.  But the weather was just beautiful, and I couldn't pass up the chance to spend some of the time there outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my time at the lake.  Nothing more relaxing and entertaining than small town living for the weekend.  Thank you to all the girls who spent time with me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  On a semi-sad note, Angel is talking about selling her lake house.  I was really worried, because I love going to the lake and she was my "lake house connection" - but I still have hope because The Chick wants to buy one - maybe she'll buy Angel's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5002898545745601242?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5002898545745601242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5002898545745601242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5002898545745601242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5002898545745601242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-have-friend-with-lake-house.html' title='Always Have a Friend with a Lake House'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6495344390373950505</id><published>2008-02-19T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:43:25.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Nearest Book Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more.&lt;/strong&gt; (No cheating!) Well it is kind of funny you ask, because I am sitting in the library right now, but the nearest book is one of my own that I was using to do some research.  It's called &lt;em&gt;Holy Conversations: Strategic Planning as a Spiritual Practice for Congregations&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find Page 123 and Find the first 5 sentences:&lt;/strong&gt;  This is Chapter Nine: Reading the Congregation's Culture. The section is Dealing with Culture Clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post the next 3 sentences.&lt;/strong&gt;  In either the "congregational training for planning" or the "internal audit" phases, a congregation may discover that it has two or more cultures competing for dominance.  At this particular moment in history, culture clash seems to be the norm rather than the exception.  We can identify several reasons congreations are experiencing this clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *[In case you wanted to know what they are in a nutshell 1) generational differences 2) demographic changes impacting comfort zones 3) size transition] No big surprise there really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 people.&lt;/strong&gt; Uh... At this point in time, I am so far down on the meme list, that all my blog pals have already been tagged.  Maybe I'll start my own book meme.  Maybe I'll be the beginning chain instead of the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6495344390373950505?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6495344390373950505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6495344390373950505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6495344390373950505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6495344390373950505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/nearest-book-meme.html' title='Nearest Book Meme'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-598832491385366703</id><published>2008-01-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:06:00.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>A New Frontier</title><content type='html'>I am working on moving to Curly Girl's hometown right now.  Looking at apartments and trying to manage a transfer in the Big Orange Box.   Why you ask?  Why not?  Things here aren't moving forward, and the &lt;a href="http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/strategery.html"&gt;strategic plan&lt;/a&gt; I've been working on for myself has led me to make a drastic change.  I know it might sound a little crazy, but I have always wanted to be a travel agent.  Not really always, but at least since I was about 22 and sitting next to a lady who was a travel agent on my flight back from Hawaii.  Her job sounded so cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things have changed in the travel industry, but that is OK.  And I've been talking to some people in the field who say that a big trend is retiring baby boomers who are looking for someone to buy their agency.   So that would be my ultimate goal.  I have spent some serious time trying to figure out where I want to spend the next 20 years of my career, and I can't think of anything else I'd rather do.  So I'm going to school (AGAIN) and I'm going to get certified.  And Curly Girl's town has a school, while there isn't one anywhere in my whole state.  So the girl who moved 8 times before she turned sixteen is moving again.  Maybe it is my destiny to move around a lot.  I certainly am good at packing, at any rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-598832491385366703?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/598832491385366703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=598832491385366703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/598832491385366703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/598832491385366703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-frontier.html' title='A New Frontier'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5132945750042626049</id><published>2008-01-18T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:57:39.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>A Joyous Occasion</title><content type='html'>This weekend I am in faraway Kalamazoo to spend time with my grandmother for her 90th birthday! It is so very exciting to see her and spend time with her. She is not moving around as well as she has in the past, but she still lives at home and can take care of her own needs from day to day. For that we are all grateful. She has lived here for the last 50 years and really doesn't want to consider moving. We are also really lucky that my dad's sister lives close enough that she can continue to live here and we aren't really worried about her doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a woman turning 90 doesn't really need much "stuff" we try to give her stuff free gifts. She has always been a wonderful cook and loves passing on recipes to everyone in her family. Her parents came to the US from Hungary, so there are recipes that I have for food you have probably never seen. Chicken Paprikash and Sekely Goulash are two of my favorites. So we decided to make a cookbook honoring her. I picked up a couple of tips from my cousins from &lt;a href="http://wyattpages.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-up-movie-rights.html"&gt;bama&lt;/a&gt; on how to publish a book at lulu.com, and now a book has been born! It is kind of awesome, because it looks like a real book, and was done without too much trouble. (I must confess, I needed to ask &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elastigirl's&lt;/a&gt; ManChild for help with making the cover, because he knows how to use Adobe Photoshop way better than I do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so now I guess I am some sort of editor / publisher. Check out the book &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/1848475"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5132945750042626049?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5132945750042626049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5132945750042626049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5132945750042626049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5132945750042626049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/joyous-occasion.html' title='A Joyous Occasion'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6923402467792688817</id><published>2008-01-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:24:02.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I Can't Find Words....</title><content type='html'>I came down to visit ElastiGirl on a whim.  I usually do 2 or 3 times a year for us to catch up and have fun...  I hadn't been in town 2 hours when Fr. Rector told her &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/stunned.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  I for one cannot believe that anyone who meets her doesn't "perceive a sense of calling." I certainly do.  And as one of the very first people to find out she was going down this path, I have supported her in it from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about all I can say about this right now.  I for one think that a letter to the PB is on my list of things to do right now.  I no longer am a member of this diocese, but I certainly am a member of this church.  And it just isn't right.  Not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6923402467792688817?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6923402467792688817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6923402467792688817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6923402467792688817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6923402467792688817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-find-words.html' title='I Can&apos;t Find Words....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1640012018803033881</id><published>2008-01-05T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:58:21.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A Recipe  For Me</title><content type='html'>Found this on the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;ElastiGirl&lt;/a&gt; site. What fun! I could use some lightheartedness right now.&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:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Miss Smarty Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Style&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Tease&lt;br /&gt;1 part Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Recklessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with whipped cream&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/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1640012018803033881?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1640012018803033881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1640012018803033881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1640012018803033881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1640012018803033881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipe-for-me.html' title='A Recipe  For Me'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8584559894738582590</id><published>2008-01-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:37:17.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!  What are your resolutions for 2008?  Mine are to get my life back on track.  I haven't been blogging enough for one, so I'd like to do that more.  And the &lt;a href="http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/strategery.html"&gt;strategic plan&lt;/a&gt; is helping.  I feel big changes coming in 2008, if I can just get up the nerve to face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Weight Watchers back in November, and I have lost 9.8 lbs since the week before Christmas.  I want to continue that on, which always seems to be a resolution for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Change of career.  I can do what I'm doing now and survive doing it, but I just am not where I am supposed to be anymore.  I was here with a purpose, and now that the purpose isn't here anymore, I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping you have a fantastic 2008, and here's hoping I have one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8584559894738582590?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8584559894738582590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8584559894738582590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8584559894738582590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8584559894738582590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6977206831779528101</id><published>2007-12-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:37:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Disaster 2007</title><content type='html'>Those of you who read my blog on a regular basis know where I am from. I was part of the crazy ice storm this week that hit so hard in Oklahoma. I still can't get over the devastation to the area of town where I grew up. It was rich with old trees, but now there are a lot fewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents lost power on Sunday (as did 12,000 others), so they came to stay with me. I lost power the next day at 5 AM - along with 500,000 other electric customers in OK. My mom took some pictures along the way, so I'll include some of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the icicles on the bench. This was day one. sort of bad. We had no idea how bad it could get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145028834455345538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bQdyTaWYI/AAAAAAAAABU/PljE2LIzFjw/s400/700066724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dogwood from their front yard that has lasted despite all odds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145030711356053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bSLCTaWbI/AAAAAAAAABs/P0sKsa8hNj0/s400/132276724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stay at my place anyway, because it was smaller and easier to heat with a fireplace. The first night was an adventure. We had firewood and lots of flashlights and batteries. We played two rounds of Trivial Pursuit and actually enjoyed ourselves, sort of. The weirdest part about the whole storm was that the roads never got icy. We were able to go over and get more wood from Mom &amp;amp; Dad's and check on their house. Each day the storm damage got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from Monday.... You can tell the ice is thicker on the bench in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145029843772660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bRYiTaWZI/AAAAAAAAABc/HoKMQe7Lx9M/s320/434376724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icicles on the table were really long because it has a metal edge to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145032206004672978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bTiCTaWdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Hz2bGRFFnA/s400/737786724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is looking in between the neighbors' house and theirs. Notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt; in the foreground. It is made of galvanized pipe that was welded together. We have always joked about that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt;. That it could be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deerhanging&lt;/span&gt; station, but we have never gotten around to getting rid of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be significant just one day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145032206004672962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bTiCTaWcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S2YHpmMM21g/s400/257896724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we dragged branches out of the driveway and scraped ice off the cars. Then we moved the cars to the middle of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac, in an effort to minimize damage potential, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;becaue&lt;/span&gt; Mom &amp;amp; Dad's driveway is under a huge tree. It was a good thing we did, because less than 5 minutes after we moved the cars, a branch as long as the van fell right where it had been parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work Tuesday, so I went in at noon and they went to check on the house. The neighborhood was shocking really.... But they weren't prepared for the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034615481326050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bVuSTaWeI/AAAAAAAAACE/lm5bJ1bGLbU/s400/999496724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors huge tree had fallen over in the night. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hackberry&lt;/span&gt; and the top of it was literally scraping the back wall of their house. The berries even left a smudge on the new paint job. But it didn't take the back off of the house like it could have. Why not, you ask? Because it was stopped by the galvanized pipe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt;, which did sustain some damage. You can sort of see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt; in under the tree.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145036483792099842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bXbCTaWgI/AAAAAAAAACU/-FaQVH_kdYM/s400/894396724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is their neighbors' carport (on the other side of their house from the tree pictured above). The car is still inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034615481326066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bVuSTaWfI/AAAAAAAAACM/994elrVLCXs/s400/463007724306_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tuesday we decided to get Mom &amp;amp; Dad a generator, because we didn't expect their power to be on for another week (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PSO&lt;/span&gt;, the electric company, was telling us Tuesday, Dec 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 11:59PM). It pays to work at the Big Orange Box, in this case. I heard that a truckload of generators was coming in at any time, and just kept calling in. We were even willing to go next door to the guys in blue, but their store was empty. As I drove by our store about 9PM, I noticed a truck in the loading bay. We don't get deliveries that late, so we stopped in and sure enough. Generators. Hallelujah!!! We got the first one off the truck. By then we just stuck it in their van and went home to try and get warm by my fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning we went over to the house and my dad's surrogate son (the guy would be my dad's son if he had one, I swear) came over to help hook up the generator and brought his sons and wife and a chainsaw. We spent a significant amount of time just stacking up debris in the front yard, as well as helping the neighbor create a path to their front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I would never recommend what they did (Uh, basically they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hotwiring&lt;/span&gt; the generator to the house) they were able to get heat and refrigeration on after only a few minor modifications to the home's wiring system.... WE HAD HEAT!! It felt like a miracle, truly. Then I swung back by my house (after dropping off #1 son) and, lo and behold, I had electricity (after a few false starts) by about 8PM that night. The decision was easy - pack up the generator in the garage, and come back over and stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday, my cousin (who still doesn't have power) came over with a chainsaw and got to work on the tree in the back yard. He did it under the guise of getting firewood later, but I know it is just because he is basically a good guy and wanted to help out. I pulled as much as I could to the woodpile and the smallest branches to the front yard. We can get all the way around the house now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Saturday my parents got their power on. We are all kinds of happy in our own warm places, and today the temp is up to about 50 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more that happened but suffice it to say, I am glad that it is over with, and I am thankful that my family and friends are safe for now. Below is a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=ylmvgwa.1gwhc95e&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=apn285"&gt;Kodak Gallery Album&lt;/a&gt; that my mom put together. The pics are better there, but I couldn't make them bigger here. Ah, technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6977206831779528101?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6977206831779528101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6977206831779528101' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6977206831779528101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6977206831779528101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-disaster-2007.html' title='Ice Disaster 2007'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/R2bQdyTaWYI/AAAAAAAAABU/PljE2LIzFjw/s72-c/700066724306_0_SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6191564106486652410</id><published>2007-11-24T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:40:43.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Shopping Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>OK - I admit it. I was one of the crazy people standing outside in 25 degree weather to get a really good deal yesterday morning. My dad and I have a tradition of sorts. Wherever the best deals are, that is where we go first. This year we went to Circuit City. Really the worst that I have been to since we started this - and I've been to Best Buy, CompUSA, Staples, etc.... The WORST. My dad and I had to stand in separate lines to buy our selections, one for TV's and another for Computers, and it took 2 hours. Usually we are in and out in 30 minutes. We were only buying 3 things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Christmas shopping, I made a pact with Curly Girl that I would make all attempts to be done with shopping by her birthday, December 9th! It will make Christmas so much nicer, and maybe I'll have time to do Christmas cards this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, what do you have to get done by Christmas? (Only 31 days left!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6191564106486652410?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6191564106486652410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6191564106486652410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6191564106486652410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6191564106486652410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/shopping-extravaganza.html' title='Shopping Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-4981387169103242948</id><published>2007-11-21T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:40:16.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>I have been having some internet connection issues, which I referenced in an earlier post. Unfortunately I don't have the strength or desire to get started on something that I know will probably take me several hours to accomplish. Anyway, that is where I have been lately, so I'm sorry that I've checked out for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year when we give thanks for our blessings in this life. I know that some years it is harder than others to do so. This year I am thankful for so many simpler things than I have been in years past. My family being healthy and happy, a roof over my head, and me being able to work and enjoy my life. I looked through some of my favorite bloggers' posts, and I noticed that there are a lot of people who are worried about how they will make it through Thanksgiving tomorrow. Me, I look forward to our family events. But that is probably because I know that the part of my family that makes me crazy won't be here. They weren't invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holiday. Remember, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-4981387169103242948?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4981387169103242948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=4981387169103242948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4981387169103242948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/4981387169103242948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6610863846116260760</id><published>2007-11-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:58:55.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Wrong Number 1, 2 &amp; 3 .....</title><content type='html'>How long should it take for someone to figure out that they are calling the wrong number? About a month ago, I started getting a call from a specific prefix out of town, but still in the same area code. Of course at first I would answer, never knowing if it was for me or not. They would always say, "Sorry, wrong number" and then sometimes call back again, 2 or 3 times. Then, after a while, I would recognize the number, but not be sure who it was, so I would answer. Again, "Sorry, wrong number," but still she would call 2 or 3 times. Cell minutes being at a premium, I saved the number as "Wrong Number" so at least I would know that I didn't need to answer. They keep calling, and they must have a work number or something, because I now have Wrong Number 2 and Wrong Number 3 saved as well. I have probably received 50 or 60 calls from Wrong Number. Wrong Number 2 called this morning at 8 AM, and I didn't answer. So she called right back. This time I answered and said, "Hello" she said, "Sorry, Wrong Number (how did she know I called her that?)" and I said, "Wait a minute, You call here all the time. Would you please write down the right number, because I work nights and you just woke me up!" Wrong Number hung up on me. Not even a "Sorry" or anything. But at least she didn't call right back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6610863846116260760?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6610863846116260760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6610863846116260760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6610863846116260760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6610863846116260760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/wrong-number-1-2-3.html' title='Wrong Number 1, 2 &amp; 3 .....'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-6220984554265835358</id><published>2007-10-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:17:51.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Let Go, Let God</title><content type='html'>That was the title of our women's retreat this weekend.  It was a wonderful time spent with members of our church, past and present, and some friends of members as well.  I heard some great ideas on how to increase your prayer life and what to do about things that you can't let go of.  There was at least one "Ah, Ha!" moment about relationships with others, that I can hopefully use to improve some of my relationships.  I figure if I can go away with one thing that I learned, it was worth the time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus, the retreat was at the state conference center where I used to attend church camp.  It was the first year that the women's retreat was held there, and there was some reminiscing and great memories from a special time in my life.  Plus I could share it with people who hadn't been there before.  All in all, a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-6220984554265835358?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6220984554265835358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=6220984554265835358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6220984554265835358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/6220984554265835358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-go-let-god.html' title='Let Go, Let God'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8185405363230605847</id><published>2007-10-20T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:24:03.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Computers Make Me CRAZY</title><content type='html'>I am a fairly smart girl (thus the nickname), but nothing makes me feel more dumb than when something goes wrong with my computer.  This time it is something with my wireless card.  Luckily my dad was able to loan me a wireless gizmo that just plugs into a USB port.  In the meantime I spent all this time uninstalling / reinstalling various software, trying to get things fixed in other ways.  UGH.  And it just makes me madder and madder the longer I work on it.  Totally wrecks my attitude.  Enough about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8185405363230605847?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8185405363230605847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8185405363230605847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8185405363230605847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8185405363230605847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/computers-make-me-crazy.html' title='Computers Make Me CRAZY'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5445451966133426768</id><published>2007-10-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:15:29.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FlyLady'/><title type='text'>A 15 Minute Day</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite web presences is &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;The FlyLady&lt;/a&gt;. Her website is filled with great tips and a wonderful system to help get your life more organized, ALL FOR FREE. She is very encouraging, and is constantly reminding people no one is perfect. One of her slogans I have taken to heart is "I can do anything for 15 minutes" - No matter how tired I am, I can usually muster up 15 minutes to clean the house or work on a project. I say USUALLY, because there are times that I look around my house and realize that I haven't done anything for too long. Today was one of those days, so I called up Curly Girl and told her I needed some inspiration (she is also a fan of The FlyLady). She told me to do four 15-minute sessions ( I had 4 hours between church and work) and to report back what I had done. The only rule is that I have to set the timer for 15 minutes and accomplish something during that time. The timer is important, because you know the session will come to an end, and it allows you to remain focused. Curly Girl was at the pumpkin patch with the Gift &amp;amp; the Firecracker (her stepdaughter - born on the Fourth of July), so I texted them to her instead of calling. Here's the list of what I accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st 15 min: Gathered up all my laundry, Started 1 load of laundry, Straightened up my bathroom, Wiped down the countertops, and Cleaned the mirror.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd 15 min: Cleaned up the kitchen, Switched wash to the dryer, Started 2nd load of laundry, Threw away b-day flowers, and Did a &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/pages/FLYFaq.asp#boogie"&gt;27 fling boogie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd 15 min: Put away 1st load of laundry, Switched 2nd load to the dryer, Start 3rd load of laundry, Shredded a weeks worth of credit card offers, Straightened the living room, and Picked up no less than 10 hair doodads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th 15 min: Started dishwasher, Went through the mail and tossed junk, Cleaned off the dining room table, Hung up laundry from 2nd load that was half dry, and Cleared off my desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It never ceases to amaze me how much I can get done in 15 minutes. That is why I always set the timer. It becomes a challenge to get as much done as I can in that 15 minutes. And I spent the other 45 minutes reading, catching up on the DVR and vegging out. WOW. I feel so much better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5445451966133426768?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5445451966133426768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5445451966133426768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5445451966133426768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5445451966133426768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/15-minute-day.html' title='A 15 Minute Day'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-464256005223271583</id><published>2007-10-11T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:38:23.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Swapping!</title><content type='html'>Being so new to the blogging world, I am trying to expand my community of blogging buddies out there on the world wide web.  I have read other people's blogs, but I decided that I needed to check out some blogs of people that I don't actually know.  Thank goodness for &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;ElastiGirl&lt;/a&gt;, my blogging mentor, who has a list of bloggers that she reads regularly.  And while I was reading &lt;a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bits and Odd Pieces of Mindy's Kingdom&lt;/a&gt; I found something I had never heard of before.  A swap.  Sort of like a blogging pen pal, because you learn about another blogger and then you send them stuff that you think they would like.  Only rule is it has to fit in a 8 1/2 x 11 envelope.  And they send stuff back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FUN!  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-464256005223271583?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/464256005223271583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=464256005223271583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/464256005223271583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/464256005223271583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/swapping.html' title='Swapping!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-780350898747993009</id><published>2007-10-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:03:32.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strategery'/><title type='text'>Strategery</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I help organizations with is Strategic Planning.  I am actually pretty good at it. I started doing it as a voluntary thing several years ago at my last church, and then again here at my new church.  And as of late organizations are actually paying me for my advice.  And are happy with the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, though, my own life has seemed a bit out of control and misdirected lately.  In the past 4 years, I left a position as VP of one of the largest banks in the world to work for a non-profit.  It was less money, but I thought I could make a difference in the world.  While there I learned that I had really misjudged my "mentor" and one year later I was laid off by that person. (In my own defense, I had a really good friend that I respect very much have the EXACT same thing happen this year with the EXACT same woman.  Seriously.  One year and out.)  Anyway, after so many years of work and being good at saving money, I was in a position to not work, so I didn't.  I was quite disgusted with the whole thing.  I sold my house and moved back "home" - my parents were out of the country and I stayed at their place, helped take care of my grandmother and just did what I wanted.   Started working part time at a place that offered benefits for part time employees (a rarity in this day and age), did some volunteer work, and until my grandmother passed, was quite sure that I was doing what I should be.  I do not regret it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year goes by and I start looking for work in the fields I have worked in during my career life.  I mean it really is time, because I'm now making one tenth of what I used to make at the big bank, and I am missing the lifestyle.  Unfortunately, banks don't seem to want me because I left banking, and non-profits don't want me because I didn't work in that field long enough.  And in the meantime, I find out that as much as I love the strategic work of non-profits, the day to day is often not managed well, and I haven't had much luck with some of the people I've worked with in that area.  What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I decided to make a strategic plan for ME.  It will take a while, and I don't think it will be easy, but I need to get my life back into focus.  And for the first time in a long time, I feel a little more at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-780350898747993009?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/780350898747993009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=780350898747993009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/780350898747993009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/780350898747993009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/strategery.html' title='Strategery'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8574825332876187338</id><published>2007-10-08T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:06:59.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Progress or Selfishness, You Decide...</title><content type='html'>I tend to do for others more than I do for myself.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe it is a form of avoidance or procrastination.  Putting off the things I should be doing, and getting a small high by helping out others.  But today I drew the line, and even though it was hard for me, I felt a tiny bit better about saying, "No" to an acquaintance who called me to ask a favor.  It was made a bit more complex by the fact that my mom recommended me...  Some guilt that I wasn't willing to help out someone that I have known for 20+ years, some guilt that my mom suggested I do it and I wasn't, and some guilt that I put myself first.  But I think that it is a good step for me.  I'm seeking balance (as a Libra, it should be second nature, right?) in my life this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8574825332876187338?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8574825332876187338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8574825332876187338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8574825332876187338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8574825332876187338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/progress-or-selfishness-you-decide.html' title='Progress or Selfishness, You Decide...'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5399808890302735257</id><published>2007-10-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:58:51.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RwO7INjNxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q16pidJb7ng/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117139351373726914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RwO7INjNxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q16pidJb7ng/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No countdowns or anything exciting, but today is my birthday. Birthdays always make me a little reflective, and I am now sitting here pondering the next year of my life. Hopefully it will be more exciting than the last year.  I read somewhere recently about a person who resolved to do something new each month that she had never done before.  Maybe I'll try that.   Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5399808890302735257?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5399808890302735257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5399808890302735257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5399808890302735257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5399808890302735257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RwO7INjNxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q16pidJb7ng/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-5328907281527471762</id><published>2007-10-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:02:24.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brainswizzle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Swizzle&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, my first tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math Lab Tutor (college)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Risk Manager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temp (including peeling labels off of binders for 8 hours)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consultant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four films I could watch over and over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Truth about Cats and Dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any "B" Elvis movie - the early years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four TV shows I watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Name is Earl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four places I've lived&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrews AFB (Washington DC)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Niceville, FL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beavercreek, OH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lewisville, TX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four favorite foods&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Paprikash (or anything Hungarian)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh berries - almost any kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma's Apple Pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brie &amp;amp; Tomato sandwiches (first tried this in London)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four websites I visit everyday (I can't say I visit any everyday, but these I check out a lot)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drudgereport.com/"&gt;The Drudge Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures of Elastigirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;Allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four favorite colors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ultra White - no hint of any tint in it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four places I would love to be right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a beach in Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By Curly Girl's pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Budapest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four names I love but would/could not use for my children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ariel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raymond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure who I will tag yet. I'm fairly new to the blog world, so I don't have an extensive list of bloggers to tag yet. I'll pass it on soon though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-5328907281527471762?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5328907281527471762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=5328907281527471762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5328907281527471762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/5328907281527471762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-7730350575325024855</id><published>2007-09-28T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:45:18.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Visit from Curly Girl</title><content type='html'>Today my sister, Curly Girl, is coming for a short visit from the suburban dessert.    I am so very excited.  We always have a great time together, even though we have never lived in the same city in our adult lives.  Who knows, someday that may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's bringing along my nephew, the Gift, who has a Christmas birthday and was the best present we have ever  received!  He's not quite 2 yet, but so much fun.  Her husband, QB, is staying behind to close for the month at work.  He'll be very busy, so we are glad that she can make it and he won't miss them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just called me to help her remember what she forgot to pack.  I came up with a few ideas, but I wish that there were some surefire way to remember everything.  I always forget something, no matter how detailed a list I make out before my trip.  Does anyone have any suggestions on how to remember what you need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-7730350575325024855?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7730350575325024855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=7730350575325024855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7730350575325024855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/7730350575325024855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/visit-from-curly-girl.html' title='A Visit from Curly Girl'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1819242843270206427</id><published>2007-09-26T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:00:25.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Why Miss Smarty Pants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A nickname that I have had off and on since I was a kid. Mostly by my mom... Then out of the blue, my favorite blogger, &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofelastigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ElastiGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, started calling me that again in her blog. I supposed it is in reference to the fact that I am smart enough to figure stuff out most of the time. I say most of the time, because I haven't yet figured out some important things like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why I haven't started working again full time in the past 3 years, after a kind of crushing layoff at a non profit organization. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I want to do with the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How anyone can really like to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now, I am a consultant that helps organizations complete strategic plans, and I work part-time at a large orange box store. The big box gives me medical benefits for a part time job (almost unheard of in these days, but that is for another blog entry). I marvel sometimes that other people pay me (semi - big bucks) to help them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strategize&lt;/span&gt; about their future. Maybe I should spend some more time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strategizing&lt;/span&gt; on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1819242843270206427?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1819242843270206427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1819242843270206427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1819242843270206427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1819242843270206427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-miss-smarty-pants.html' title='Why Miss Smarty Pants?'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-8329821280489432210</id><published>2007-09-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:07:30.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Cowboy Sounds Off!</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Texas Tech game this weekend, but was surprised when I saw the press conference afterwards. Coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gundy&lt;/span&gt; came in and said he wouldn't talk about the game, but talked about a column in the Daily Oklahoman that disparaged the character of one of his players. Watch what he said &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VytIZZzee0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he said that the only regret that he had was that he didn't write down what he wanted to say and that he had forgotten to make a couple of points. I read the article by Jenni Carlson (9/22) on the Daily Oklahoman &lt;a href="http://www.newsok.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. I have to agree with Gundy, the article was garbage. It was something that you would see in a gossip column disguised as something newsworthy. Nowadays, we don't see enough people standing up to the media, and I for one am tired of seeing journalists who put things in the paper that just aren't worth printing. I am all for freedom of speech, and I think that censorship is the worst idea ever. But where has journalistic integrity gone? Maybe this will straighten up the journalist that wrote the column. Unfortunately, I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-8329821280489432210?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8329821280489432210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=8329821280489432210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8329821280489432210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/8329821280489432210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/cowboy-sounds-off.html' title='Cowboy Sounds Off!'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819099086437177380.post-1821489624888135669</id><published>2007-09-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:37:41.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s1600-h/dandelions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113408663053391906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my first post. I'm not sure where I am going to go with this blog, but I am jealous of friends who have one, so I guess I need to start my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819099086437177380-1821489624888135669?l=smartlookatlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1821489624888135669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819099086437177380&amp;postID=1821489624888135669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1821489624888135669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819099086437177380/posts/default/1821489624888135669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/inagural-blog.html' title='Inaugural Blog'/><author><name>Miss Smarty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18385546113146971341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s320/dandelions.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ntpnvnqsKbQ/RvZ6Fkiz2CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/05-DqUiefxw/s72-c/dandelions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
