<?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-21398392</id><updated>2011-10-31T19:16:33.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Rat Race</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115695781376600376</id><published>2006-08-30T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:10:14.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Forever Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/thad%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/400/thad%26me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115695781376600376?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115695781376600376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115695781376600376&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115695781376600376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115695781376600376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-forever-baby.html' title='It&apos;s Forever Baby!'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115663083712777789</id><published>2006-08-26T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:20:37.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Driving Skills</title><content type='html'>I could not pass up the chance to share my best driving skills with some of my devoted readers.  Over the years I have experimented with doing amazing things while driving and while most have been totally safe, other things I have attempted have costed me either a ticket or nearly my life.  When you're a Mini Van driver and have three kids you are automatically assumed you have twelve hands.  I can always be seen going 55 mph with one of my kids needing a tiny Wendy's straw placed in there drink about two seats back or taken care of a BBQ sauce that has spilt on the floor and I am pulling out a Big Roll to clean it up while in cruise control.  But that is something we have all learned to master.  These things are just a few you learn as a part of being a mom but what I do when the kids are not in the car is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Eat a cheese stick while driving a stick shift and talk on the cell phone at the same time.  (I even peeled the cheese stick piece by piece).&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pass on a sidewalk.  You will do anything to keep from being late to work.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Stall out the engine in the middle of a intersection so that you can go through a red light illegally.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do homework on the way to school by attaching the book to the steering wheel.  Just avoid cornfields and low level ditches.&lt;br /&gt;5. Follow an ambulance with your emergency lights on and this will get you to the hospital faster if your running late to work. (I only did that 1 time).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Swerve your car like crazy back and forth to bully another driver if they cut you off or get in your way.  (Do this especially if they are a male driver.  They will never mess with you again and will gladly give you the road).  Believe me I do this all the time and it works...&lt;br /&gt;7.  On Hwy 95 I had _ex with hubby in Georgia or maybe it was South of the Border while he was driving.  That was like 1996.  Were too old now but rock on if you can.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Once the cops were behind me and I kept driving and acted like I was looking for someones house.  (paper or a map in hand always helps)  You can't help you were paying attention to signs and speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was just for laughs and giggles.  Some of the driving skills are true.  However nobody was hurt during the making of them.  I do wear my seatbelt at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115663083712777789?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115663083712777789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115663083712777789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115663083712777789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115663083712777789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-driving-skills.html' title='8 Driving Skills'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115644393173866093</id><published>2006-08-24T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:25:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was not a lucky day for this little baby bird that had fallen out of it nest near our garden shed early this morning.  Our dog Lulu found the baby bird and immediatly began using it as a play toy.  She doesn't know any better so I told the kids not to get mad at her for harming the bird.  We took her inside in our little critter carry that used to be our Hermit crabs first home before we relocated them into a bigger habitat.  She seem to be chirping and opening her beek as if she were hungry but on the ground where Lulu had clinched her we did find some of her feathers.  I was afraid she might have suffered so internal organ damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I got home from school I immediatly went in to go check on how the bird was doing.  The kids were still at the sitters and I wanted to spare them any upset if she had past.  I was alittle heart broken myself when I looked in the critter carrier and found her upside down and stroked out.  A few minutes later the kids came in the door asking about, Shimmer.  I was shocked to hear they named her already and then I was afraid someone was gonna start crying when I told then she was dead.  But the took the news pretty well and we went outside rather quickly and barried her in the hole that James had dug while looking for worms earlier in the morning.  Ethan acted as out minister of services and said a nice prayer about thanking the lord for the food.  Maddie placed a nice heavy brick over the dirt so that Lulu would not be able to dig Shimmer up if she got the desire to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess now we can say we owned a bird for about a few hours and take that animal off the to get list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115644393173866093?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115644393173866093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115644393173866093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115644393173866093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115644393173866093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/funeral-on-thursday.html' title='Funeral on a Thursday'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115611905156967677</id><published>2006-08-20T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:10:51.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Gone Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/catpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/catpainting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth that I had worked on Tuesday at the Endodontist is still in alot of pain.  I think I will call them in the morning and let them know and see what they say.  Hopefully they will recommend I come back in for a check up and have the dentist look over the tooth again.  In the meantime I have been chewing down Motrin and Darvocet for the pain and it is making it so that I can tolerate the pain and not be so grumpy toward my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Maddie and I went on alittle shopping spree.  We do it together as a way to hang out and connect as mother and daughter.  We make fun of weird looking clothes and she loves to look at housewares with me.  Our first stop was for a bite to eat.  We chose Taco Bell because we are the only two in the family that will eat there.  We both had soft tacos and cinnamon sticks.  This gave Maddie some time to tell me about this boy at church who kinda of likes her but she doesn't like him.  He wants her to be his girlfriend and she only wants to be friends.  This is my que to remind her that she is only 8 years old and not ready for such things and besides he is a grade below her and girls of her class don't date lower classmen...duh....From there we went to Walmart and got a Garden Mum for my front porch.  It is going to be a nice burgandy color.  It will look beautiful on my front porch and I plan to make sure I get it planted in the ground.  My problem is that I get so busy with work and school that I forget to get around to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie needed to get a new back pack so we headed up to Dick's Sporting Goods and we found a great pack made from Nike for only 35.00 dollars.  Her last pack was a Jansport and it lasted her for 3 years.  She could use it again this year but she really wanted a new one.  This Nike one that she got is really cool and goes over the shoulder and neck and hangs on the side.  I am glad she found the one she likes.  She isn't picky but for her size she didn't have much to choose from.  After that we were off to find shoes.  Walmart shoes were out of the question.  They were ok when the kids were smaller but for some reason our Walmart in Ithaca was over picked and seemed to be stocking last years leftovers.  So to cut through the chase of finding her a shoe we went straight to Shoe Dept. in the mall and got her a cute pair of White sneakers with 3 strips on the side that were in sparkle pink.  I can't believe she wears a size 3 in shoes.  My son James is in a Mens Size 7.  These kids are growing faster than the years are going.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for myself I tried not to buy me anything.  I am really going to get focused on loosing some weight.  I have been yo yoing back in forth and I need to just stick with it.  I did however get my eyebrows waxed today.  I was really bushy.  It is so relaxing when they rub and tweeze my brows.  While I laid their and let the lady do her job, Maddie asked her every question about how to wax eyebrows.  Maddie doesn't miss an opportunity to inquire about how to do something and if she sees a professional she will pick their brain.  The lady was really nice and answer most of her questions.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with a stop at Hollywood Video to rent the movie, Shaggy Dog.  Since we knew that the guys would be at church tonight, we cuddled up on the couch together and watched it all by ourseleves.  I love spending time with Maddie and I am blessed that she loves spending time with me.  I know one day she will hate being around me,  find me boring, or become a rebellous teen and that is ok but for now I can cherish the moments that I do have with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115611905156967677?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115611905156967677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115611905156967677&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115611905156967677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115611905156967677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/girls-gone-shopping.html' title='Girls Gone Shopping'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115595604528097383</id><published>2006-08-18T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:54:05.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>1. Do you sleep with your closet doors opened or closed? We don't have a closet in our bedroom&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever take the soaps and shampoos from hotel rooms? YEP&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever had sex in a hotel room? Yes and even after I found out that sometimes maids don't change the sheets if they are in a hurry to clean a booked up hotel.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever stolen a street sign? No but I had one given to me once.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you use post-it notes? No I use the non sticky kind though at home.  I don't know how we came to have them maybe Thad bought them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you cut coupons out but never use them? I use coupons all the time.  My last coupon was for shampoo and conditioner&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you rather be attacked by a bear or a swarm of bees? Bees because I am not allergic and would run and jump into our pool if I was attacked at home.  A bear would scar my beautiful body.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you always smile for pictures? Always&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your biggest pet peeve? People who drive too slow and don't know when to brake the law sometimes&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? OUT  plus I have my own sheet because Thad can't share. One night he almost choked me to death by pulling too hard on the sheet. Thankfully I am still alive to be writting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever peed in the woods? Yep with a paper plate between my legs folded like a taco so I don't pee on myself.  It works well too.  Although peeing standing up is a fine art and takes time lots of time to master.  We just were not may to do it outside of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you chew on your pens or pencils? NO&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite animal and why? Dog because they love you when others don't.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like popcorn from those big tins? Only the cheesy flavor kind&lt;br /&gt;15. Could you marry the person you are with right now? Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;16. Is is okay for a guy to wear pink? Thad does sometimes and I find it sexy&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you still watch cartoons? Ghostbusters is still on Cartoon Network and I like to watch ED, Edd and Eddy even though it is snotty cartoon&lt;br /&gt;18. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had it? In my skinny clothes since I nor anybody that knows me would look for my treasure there&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you drink with dinner?  Duh...Sweet Tea&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you dip your chicken nugget in? BBQ Sauce&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favorite food cusine? Whatever Thad cooks for me when I don't feel like cooking.  I will eat anything when I don't have to make it.&lt;br /&gt;22. What movies could you watch over and over again, and not get tired of them? Space Camp, Titanic, Robin Hood the Prince of Theives, Pearl Harbor, Shes Having A Baby&lt;br /&gt;23. Where you a boy scout or girl scout? Girl Scout 1985-1987&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you wrote a letter to a person on paper? 2 weeks ago to my dad&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite kind of sandwich? Tuna sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;26. Best thing to eat for breakfast? Thads pancakes&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your usual bedtime? 1 or 2 am&lt;br /&gt;28. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as? Tweetie bird, Super Woman, Cheerleader, and a Nun which got me 1st place in a high school contest at a Halloween Dance&lt;br /&gt;30. How many languages can you speak? Just 1 it is called English&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? This Old House, Parenting (keeps coming even though we don't pay for it)&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you in love? Oh yeah Thad is my dream lover.  Sometimes he really opens up to me and shows me his true feelings and that is when sex is the best. &lt;br /&gt;33. Which are better? Legos or Lincoln Logs? I don't care for either seeing is how I am the mom and have to pick this stuff up.  Plus I always step on one of them in the dark and it sends me wanting to curse&lt;br /&gt;34. Red or white wine? I like a blush wine like Sutter Home Zinfindel&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you stubborn? No its the PMS&lt;br /&gt;36. Watch a soap-opera? YES  I watch All My Children, One Life to Live, and General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;37. Sing in the car? When I am alone or else the kids will make fun of me or try to sing along and then I get frustrated because it breaks up my day dream of me being on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;38. Dance in the shower? Our stand up shower is not that big.  A fat girl is liable to hurt herself.&lt;br /&gt;39. Dance in the car? If I did that they would think I was driving drunk.  Then for sure I would get a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you got a picture taken from a photographer? Does home porn pictures count? Just Kidding.....&lt;br /&gt;42. Are musicals cheesy? Yes Like the movie Oliver Twist.  Hated it.&lt;br /&gt;43. Is Christmas stressful? Yes and I have to do this years Sober.  How stressful is that?&lt;br /&gt;44. Favorite type of fruit pie? I am a nut pie myself.  I like Pecan.&lt;br /&gt;45. What did you want to be as a kid? A police woman.  But then I grew a nasty taste for the law. &lt;br /&gt;46. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes I saw one in our house we rented in Endicott New York in 1999.  I swear I did and my best friend Angel is the only person to this day that believes me.&lt;br /&gt;47. Ever have a deju-vu feeling? All the time I think it is just my brain playing tricks on me though.&lt;br /&gt;48. Take daily vitamins? Slim Fast&lt;br /&gt;50. Wear a bathrobe?Yes it is bright pink&lt;br /&gt;51. What do you wear to bed? T-shirt and crop sleep wear pants, no bra. &lt;br /&gt;52. First concert? Skid Row which opened up for Poison in 1991-92  Gosh that brought back memories....&lt;br /&gt;53. Walmart, Target, or K-Mart? Wal-Mart even thought most of all their workers have to rely on the welfare system and food stamps because they are not paid a living wage.&lt;br /&gt;54. Nike or Adidas? Nike but I use to really like Fila's&lt;br /&gt;55. Fritos or Cheetos? Baked Lays&lt;br /&gt;56. Corn nuts or Sunflower Seeds? Neither they are bad for my teeth.  I like cashews.&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever chosen a boy/girl over a friend? I choose Thad always.&lt;br /&gt;58. Ever take dance lessons? I wanted to take dance lesson for Swing but Thad said no he would do it.  I didn't want to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;59. Can you curl your tongue? No and I am the only one in my family who can't.&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever won a spelling bee? No I am always on Dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;61. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? When my kids were born especially when James was born.  He was my first and I will never forget his birth because it totally changed me.  I cried the night the brought him for his feeding and he had his hands folded like he was praying for his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;62. Own any records or record player? I used to own both but yard saled them in the late 90's but my records were Salt &amp; Pepper and Jon Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;63. Regularly burn incense? No.  I like Yankie Candles instead.&lt;br /&gt;64. Who would you like to see in concert? Third Day which is coming to Binghamton NY here soon. Maybe Thad will take me.&lt;br /&gt;65. Ever been in-love? Yes and I am married to my lover and sex machine.&lt;br /&gt;66. Hot tea or iced-tea? Sweet Ice Tea.&lt;br /&gt;67. Tea or coffee? Sweet Ice Tea always before taking any cup of joe.&lt;br /&gt;68. Favorite kind of cookie? Oreo&lt;br /&gt;69. Can you swim well? Enough to save Thads life if he is drowning although I might tell him to get with it because I don't want to jump in after him and get all wet if it an't nessary.&lt;br /&gt;70. Can you hold your breathe without manually holding your nose? Yep&lt;br /&gt;71. Are you patient? Have you ever seen me drive?  It is why they invented defensive driving courses.  I might as well teach the course myself.&lt;br /&gt;72. Ever won a contest? If you call motherhood a contest then I have won it 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;73. Ever have plastic surgery? I will when I am 40 or 50 and my boobs are sagging past my the top of my jeans or if my eyebrows are being tweeze off my cheek bones.  That is when I will do plastic surgery.  If my life span is expected to be until around 85 or 90 years of age I don't want to be stepping on my boobs or having people thinking I got a mustash you know.&lt;br /&gt;74. Which are better, black or green olives? I like them all.&lt;br /&gt;75. Can you knit or crochet? Crochet but only for about 30 minutes a day or else I get bad hand pain if I do it longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;76. Best room for a fire place? I have always wanted one in our bedroom so that Thad and I could have well you know in front of it in the winter but I don't see that happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;77. What is the best way to show affection? Sympathize with me baby!&lt;br /&gt;78. Would you rather do without your cell phone or car? cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you have any regrets? Not telling my Grandmother before she died that I loved her despite the lack of relationship we didn't have.  For letting my parents break up me and Allen Jones (a high school sweet heart even though if thing would have worked out I would be the mother of two sets of twin girls now) and not going to college before kids.&lt;br /&gt;80. Did you do well in high school? Bare minimum  I had other things than school work on my mind.  But if Thad and I had known each other even though he was one grade ahead of me we would have dated and I would have rocked his world.  I was a tease and a trouble maker.  His mother who to this day maybe still doesn't like my past would have not liked me then.  I was out spoken and did what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you still talk to people from high school? A few months back ago I got in touch with a two girls that were my very best of friends in high school and one of them had a really diffucult birth with their baby.  I wanted to go home to see them because I skipped out on our 10 year reunion cause I have been a hermit crab lately.  I haven't talk to them since.  They still live the smoking pot and beach life and I just don't do that anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115595604528097383?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115595604528097383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115595604528097383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115595604528097383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115595604528097383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115576713233496134</id><published>2006-08-16T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:07:46.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mama Running From the Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Picture taken at the Red Wings game while I was eating a Ice cream &amp; Fruit Filled Crepe.  Yummy was that good.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I believe that the Lord was looking out for me today. On my way to the dentist I was speeding on the highway and came up on four cop cars all huddled together in a good spot just waiting to catch a speed demon like me. I made a quick hit on the brakes and a couple of small request to God that they wouldn't stop me and thankfully they must have not clocked me on their radar. Before I hit my brakes the Mini Van was going at least 85 mph. With my track record I would have been getting that root canal from the jail. Although that might have worked out in my favor. At least then I could have had the state pay for my dental bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115576713233496134?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115576713233496134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115576713233496134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115576713233496134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115576713233496134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-mama-running-from-law.html' title='Hot Mama Running From the Law'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115567728578192926</id><published>2006-08-15T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:31:08.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a bridge and up a hill.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to the doctors again today. It was just to hear that my MRI report was clear and negative and that there are no major problems associated with my migraines. I already knew that because I read my own reports at work. I guess that kind of kills the whole surprise at the doctors office but I don't really need anymore surprises in my life these days. I have been feeling like life as I know it is starting to really come around for me. I have been living with such pain and worry of my headaches that I have dibilatated myself from really doing anything. I have avoided everything from church gatherings to working out because I feared something or someone would trigger a migraine. My most worst triggers are perfume, cigarette smoke, bright flickering lights, and intense sunlight. Now with this stronger dose of medicine I am feeling more confident to try to venture out and for the first time the underlying pain that was always there is finally gone. It is still too early to know for sure if this is truly working but for now the signs are promising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This all could not come at a better time in my life. In just 1 week I start back to school at TC3. My class that I am taking is a year long class broken up between 2 semesters. It is a very intense study and will need me to be very focused if I plan to pass this class. Everyone I know at work that has taken this class has either failed it the first time around or had to take it twice because the grade they receieved was too low to enter the Nursing program. I am alittle worried about it and just want my headaches to be the last thing on my mind. I don't really like the ideal that my class is at 8am in the morning. For all those who know me the best, you know I hate crawling out of bed that early. I am more of a night person and would rather sleep till 9:30 or 10am. Thad says to think of it as having a daytime job. I really wasn't paying attenting to his comment at the time and we were having such a nice family outing I didn't want to spoil the fun but I should have told him that I have had a daytime job for the past 11 years now. It is call being a stay-at-home-mom. What the hell do you think I work nights for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men.....They are always trying to put a quilt trip on you just when they think your not paying attention to what they are saying........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115567728578192926?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115567728578192926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115567728578192926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115567728578192926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115567728578192926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/over-bridge-and-up-hill.html' title='Over a bridge and up a hill.......'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115531915809057759</id><published>2006-08-11T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:45:51.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are back from are mini vacation and I can honestly say it was not long enough. I came home to a dirty house, no groceries, and no toliet paper. The maid did not understand my orders before I left I guess. The trip went very well with no problems and mishaps which was nice and we all had a great time away from the real life at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up to Rochester, NY to settle down for a three day stay near Seabreeze. The first day was spent getting settled in at the hotel. The Holiday Inn Express was really nice and the pool and hot tub was used alot by us. Our room was on the 1st floor and located near an exit. At first I didn't like the ideal but it made it really easy to get in and out. We took a walk on the piers out on Lake Ontario. That was really exciting. For me it was like being at home in North Carolina on the beach. If the water smelled salty I would have most likly cried due to home sickness. Later we got ready for the baseball game. That is were the pictures are from. We went to see the Red Wings play and it was a great game. We sat almost directly behind home plate and it was not too hot but pretty breezy from the air being pushed off the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie picked out this hat at Steve &amp; Barrys that says she is SPOILED. The hat fits her perfectly. At Seabreeze her favorite ride was the roller coster called,"Jack Rabbit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James is wearing a hat that says, "U are really annoying". He is my little home boy in training. I think he said his favorite ride was the Screaming Eagle. I didn't go on the ride because it looked to scary for me. Although I did go on every thing else. I am not that big of a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_8146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_8146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kids rode rides over and over again at the Seabreeze and didn't get bored. He would get off the Flying Airplanes and jump back in line to ride them again. He had a blast. Ethan's hat says, "Rock Star". It is a perfect match to his personality. He is my punk and I love him. I think he is gonna have hell to raise for Thad and I one day. I am just glad he will be there to take care of us when the others are moved out of the home. He will be the one that will try to drive my sports car one day after I cash in my mini van and wreck it. Do I have a crystal ball? No!!! Just really informative dreams and nightmares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tail end of our trip we went bike riding on the trail that runs along the Erie Canal. It was like a 7 mile ride. The kids and I made it all the way to the end. My butt and hands are a little sore today but that is to be expected. We had so much fun that I want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let all of you know how my headaches are doing. I had read my MRI report myself because I work at the hospital and was tired of waiting in case there was bad news. It was totally fine. All the results are normal. I am so thankful for that. I do have to see my Neurolgist on Tuesday to check in on how medication is working and to get the go ahead to increase my new dosage. I am feeling alittle better. It is still too soon to tell. I also have to go get another root canal done on Wednesday. I don't want to get it done at this time because it doesn't hurt but I guess I should before college classes start back up. Gosh could I have anything else scheduled for next week. I need to catch up on my soaps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115531915809057759?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115531915809057759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115531915809057759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115531915809057759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115531915809057759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115471216954904598</id><published>2006-08-04T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:22:49.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/mommyandethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/mommyandethan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ethan and I are trying to spend time together as much as possible because here in a few weeks he is going to be at school and no longer home with me.  I have been looking forward to this for years now and you would think that I would be so excited but to tell you the truth I am alittle depressed about the whole matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vacation time is going well.  Doing vacation in our own State this year was really affordable and I must say better for me due to my health reasons.  I had my MRI yesturday and I will say I never in my life thought I was scared of closed in places.  It was pretty confining and tight in there.  I kept my eyes shut the whole entire time.  I plan on being a nurse too and medical science is so exciting but MRI's are not for me.  I hope I don't need one ever again.  I was so glad to see Thad when I came out of it.  He was going to leave to make it to a dentist appt. if I wasn't done by a certain time and when I saw him still in the waiting room I was never too happy to see him.  When we left we saw some people waiting outside with newly born baby twins.  Needless to say, I was glad I wasn't leaving with them.  What is worse a MRI or twins?  In this heat I would say neither.  I hope that new mom has air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not getting everything I want done because of this heat.  Today is much better.  I should be able to get a room cleaned out or the car vaccumed.  Next week is our amusement park week.  We are driving upstate to Rochester and going to Seabreeze.  I can't wait to go on a waterslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115471216954904598?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115471216954904598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115471216954904598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115471216954904598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115471216954904598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and Me'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115430039506047997</id><published>2006-07-30T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:59:55.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Picture this my last day of work and I am stuck typing in alot of patient to the E.R.  Good gravey here people it is the nicest day of the year outside and you want to be indoors at the E.R.  Get a life mom and dads.  Your kids are begging for fun and a park or a slide.  Not the viending machines in the waiting room.  This is unbelievable and rediculous today.  I am just trying to hold on to my happy thought that today is my last day of work before I start my wonderful vacation with my husband on Monday.  I can do this.  I can make it through four more hours of craziness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today the kids and Thad came to visit me at work.  He is already on his vacation and so I am just alittle anxious to start mine.  They went bike riding today and now are going out for dinner.  I was stuck eating a PB&amp;J for dinner tonight.  I am trying to stay away from all the other fried fattening foods in the Cafe'.  Its coming along pretty good.  I am starting to really watch everything I stick in my mouth.  I don't eat it unless it is accounted for on my calorie counter.  I let you know how well I keep up with that.  For now I will try my best to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115430039506047997?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115430039506047997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115430039506047997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115430039506047997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115430039506047997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/vacation-here-i-come.html' title='Vacation Here I Come'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115403909631416328</id><published>2006-07-27T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:24:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/flower-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/flower-05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are you wondering where I went for the week? Did you think I abandoned all my fellow blog friends? Well the answer is nowhere and no. I have been staying home with the kids fighting Migraines, PMS, and depression. I just didn't think anyone wanted to hear how pathetic I felt so I left my blog alone for a couple of days. I just now feel like I can face the world again. I get like this everytime its my turn to have to my period. It is so not fair but what can I say that is just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset that the ABC network canceled the last season episodes of "LOST" for the summer. There is some new show called,"Making the ONE music star", on in its place and will continue to air until the new episodes of "LOST" come on in the fall line up. I was trying to keep up with the show and when they cut me off I was upset. Then I found out that "LOST " was not schedule to come out on DVD until September 1st. Well I had to do something and fast because I was too hooked to just stop now. I found out that I could download the episodes I was missing off of a website called, "itunes". It was pretty easy to sign up and get everything downloaded to the computer and within minutes I was watching my favorite show. I had 12 episodes to watch and each one cost me a $1.99. Not to bad for this TV junkie. My addiction is better than others I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking over and over again about my weight. It is something I just can't get off my mind these days. I hate this extra baggage I am carring around. After every pregnancy I was able to get my weight back down to 135 or less. This past year with depression and school and work has put me over the edge. I have packed more weight on then ever. I wish I could blame it on having a baby but lets face it my last baby is going to Kindergarten in a few weeks. I got the packet from his teacher in the mail yesturday. Guess what! He has the same teacher as my other two children got for Kindergarten when they started. That is going to be so cool and something special to always look back on. I would like to get at least 15 to 20 lbs off by my birthday or by Christmas. I know I can do this. I have done it before. I just don't know why my ambition to do so isn't there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me I said I wasn't going to write about negative stuff in my blog. On happier notes my kids are enjoying their summer. We are going on a mini-vacation in a week. We are thinking Seabreeze up in Rochester, NY. It is a amusement park with waterslides and other non water rides. We are going to stay in a hotel only because I am tired of the heat. Then we might pop in and visit family that live up that way and then come home. Nothing to grand but then again with the gas prices lately we are thinking that trips close to home are more ideal than ever. I wish we could have gone to Florida but maybe next year. Besides it is twice as hot down there as it is up here and I don't want to bake myself anymore. Although I am not quite ready for winter just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115403909631416328?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115403909631416328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115403909631416328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115403909631416328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115403909631416328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up!'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115337639733950979</id><published>2006-07-20T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:19:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Signals Your Hair Sends</title><content type='html'>This is just so funny that I must share this with all of you.  I normally don't read the magazine called, "Woman's World" and why I took the magazine home from work was because it had an article in there about the diet that I am on.  Anyways their leading article was about the secret signals your hair sends to others.  First off I never new that my hair told so much about me.  I know that I have been told that I have soft, straight, and beautiful hair.  I haven't recalled anyone mentioning my personality traits from my hair before.  If by the way your interested I recently found out that I am a "Cynical person".  I took a online personality test and it nailed me truthfully right on the dot.  I have always been negative or pessimistic about everything.  I always look for what could go wrong and what doesn't seem right in everything.  This I believe is what hopefuly will make me a good nurse.  But what the test also revealed was that I am strongly a "Critic".  They defined me as being someone who tends to be a faultfinder.  Yeap I don't disagree.  Oh well the only thing I can do is start to express myself in a more positive way.  I mean my husband loves me this way.  Sometimes my 20 questions about things have saved us money.  He has time to time said he would have never thought about stuff like I do.  But then again he has been on carnival rides with me and I am thinking bolts are coming loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you want to know what secret signal your hair might be sending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Long &amp; Wavy Hair-Your're perceived as romantic,glamorous and sexy. Your right up there with Angelina Jolie and Rita Hayworth.  People think your feminie.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Short Hair-Gives an impression that your're practical, put-together, and a high-achiever.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Long &amp; Straight-Like Jennifer Aniston your're assumed polished, refined and organized.  Your're asked alot for help on task that others would get stressed out on.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Curly-Your're someone who can't be tamed.  People see you as a free spirit and someone to get new ideals from when they want something outside the box.  Your're playful, carefree and a extravert just like Debra Messing.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shoulder Length-Your're portrayed as being intelligent and sensible.  People come to you to resolve conflicts because your're a flexible diplomat who has a talent for settling disputes. Your joined by Kelly Ripa and Katie Couric.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I am the Shoulder length catorgory and I do consider myself on the intelligent side of things.  I pretty much am perceived at work as someone who can trouble shoot and problem solve work mishaps.  I find it funny that a Yale University did a study on this though.  Anyways I thought it was a cool article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115337639733950979?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115337639733950979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115337639733950979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115337639733950979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115337639733950979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-signals-your-hair-sends.html' title='Secret Signals Your Hair Sends'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115326655235699337</id><published>2006-07-18T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:55:12.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that bring back memories......</title><content type='html'>There sometimes is no dignity when you blog. I must say going back through the Paint Shop Photo database files and looking at old photograghs brought back alot of memories today. I found pictures of myself half naked and 8 months pregnant with Ethan. What was I thinking when that picture was taken? I guess I thought one day I would want to remember what my body looked like d with a 10lb baby inside of me. None the less, here is a picture of me after Maddie did my hair and make-up. She even gave me a nose piercing . I think it was from a birthday make-up set she got and I remeber it being her lipstick and blush. I really don't take that many goofy pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/goofypicofme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/goofypicofme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of Maddie back from 1998 or 1999. Thad was wrestling with the kids before bedtime and we came across this winter knitted hat. Everyone tried it on even my husband and played around with it just for fun. But when it came time to put it on Maddie she got real mad about it. I remember snapping this photo and ever since it has been so funny to look at. I will most likly put it in her yearbook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/maddiethrowingafit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/maddiethrowingafit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in the day when our church was seeing the better side of real family life we use to have a Family Fun Extravaganza the week of Halloween. It was the alternative thing to taking your kids trick-or-treat if you chose not to participate in such holiday fashions. We always did both and never seen a problem with that. I have my best memories as a kids going trick-or-treat and I turned out just fine. I am still looking for razor blades in my candy but I am doing ok. Now days you got to worry about Anthrax being tanted in your kids MaryJanes. Anyways this is a picture of my brother-n-law, Mike, and his two kids, Scott &amp; Heather. His wife made the costumes and from the picture you can see that she did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/mikeandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/mikeandkids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That same night I believe me or my husband caught these people too. They of course are friends of ours and now their daughter is like 9 years old. A few years ago they also have had a baby and she is now 4 years old. It is amazing to what extent we will go to make our kids happy these days. But if there is anyone I know that doesn't make better fools of themseleves in the sake of having a great time with their children it is Matt and Angel. They truly love their kids and would wear anything just to make them feel comfortable for choosing to be a princess. I think that year every girl at church was a princess. Anyways when I found this picture it took me back to that night and I remember not wanting that night to end. We had that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/angelandmatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/angelandmatt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture is of me when I was in ballet. I was about 5 or 6 years old when the picture was taken. My mother had high hopes of me becoming a Tap Dancer but that dream was thrown out 4 years later after this picture was taken. I started to get interested in other things and my dad was being transfer to Okinawa, Japan. I went on the join Girl Scouts and other sports but this picture is my most treasure photo of my young childhood days. I am the third girl on the right side of the blonde girl in the middle and I am sitting next to a black girl name Tamara who is cut off in the picture. I was day dreaming about something and my mouth is all puckered out. If you stuck my son James or even Ethan is this ballet outfit of mine now they look exactly like me. I still have the outfit and will always hold on to it for as long as I live. The two girls setting next to me is Diane Goings in the middle who is now married with 3 kids in Noth Carolina but I did hear she moved to Oklahoma. The girl on the end is Heather Parker and she married a guy that graduated a year before us in 94 and they still live in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. Be thankful I didn't post that naked picture of me when I was pregnant with Ethan. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/meinballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/meinballet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115326655235699337?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115326655235699337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115326655235699337&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115326655235699337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115326655235699337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-that-bring-back-memories.html' title='Pictures that bring back memories......'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115311301023602498</id><published>2006-07-17T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:10:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend has been really hot and way to boring at work.  I have found something to keep myself occupied in the down times and I think I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called online Jeopardy through MSN website.  So now you know what I have been up to and where I have been.  I think I will blog something on Monday.  I promised a friend of mine that I would post a really goofy picture of myself.  I will need to search my picture database to find it but I think I know just which one I am gonna pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115311301023602498?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115311301023602498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115311301023602498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115311301023602498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115311301023602498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/online-games.html' title='Online Games'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115298497848972133</id><published>2006-07-15T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:42:25.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Acne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/prod_kit3_m_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/400/prod_kit3_m_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I spoke too soon when I told you all months ago that I have the most clearest skin. I have always had great looking skin. My face has never had to suffer from the tortures of pimples and blackheads. I always had dry skin on my face and that kept me from being a target for acne. In order for acne to get really bad you normally have to have some oily skin to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months I have notice more and more how much my skin has changed. I did start taking a new medicine called Doxpine. It was a low dosed anti depressant and has great benefits in aiding relief to migraine suffers. I wonder if this could have something to do with it? Thad thinks I am going through what he calls, "adult acne". He thinks it because I am getting older and going through some hormone changes. I really don't think I am going through that much change. Although he like to at every chance he gets to remind me that I am gettng older.  For goodness sakes I am only 29 years old.  Maybe it is the hot weather we are having. It could be all the sweating I've been doing lately. I can't have pimples now. I used to make fun of pizza face kids in high school. Is this just plain carma coming back to get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something doesn't change soon I am gonna do something drastic like buy Proactiv Solution. I know I only have two or three pimples on my face. But before you know it there is gonna be like 10 of them and I don't want to have to say I got tagged by misquitos to all my friends. I started using a good face wash in the shower. I use to do Mary Kay face wash on my face but I step it up to Clearsil to prevent further outbreaks. I wonder if there is support groups for people with acne......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115298497848972133?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115298497848972133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115298497848972133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115298497848972133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115298497848972133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/adult-acne.html' title='Adult Acne'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115285030604910181</id><published>2006-07-13T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:11:46.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/splash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that today was just for me and my two boys.  Maddie was over at her friends house so it gave me time just to hang out with the younger men in my life.  We had plans to go to a pond with sandy shore line today but some of my girlfriends backed out at the last minute.  I pretty much thought too that the weather was gonna be crappy and it turned out that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3pm today I followed a guy friend and his kids up to the Vestal pool.  The Owego pool is closed due to all the major flooding we had 2 weeks ago.  I found that out the hard way after I had loaded up my car and packed the kids up for the pool.  When we got there and saw that it was closed we were pretty bummed out.  Anyways being able to go to Vestal's pool with playmates was something to join in on.  When we got there I looked around and saw all the young teenage lifeguards and kind of wanted to bail out on putting my swim suit on.  Then after my son blurted out that I was not "too fat" I figured what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise some of my other girlfriends and their kids showed up along with my husband toward the later end.  I was tired of getting splashed and dunked by my friend, John, and said that he had to start on my friend Stacy.  She was alittle slow to getting in the water but in the end got into the pool and hung out next to me.  We caught up on old times and it really was some good R&amp;R for me.  She asked if I would do a skit for her at next weeks VBS at our church.  I didn't plan on helping at VBS this year but I felt honored to be asked by her.  She knows how much I like to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with all of us going to Burger King.  It isn't Thads favorite place to eat because when he was a Marine he ate alot of Burger King and well got sick of it after a while.  I on the other hand just hate their food.  It always leaves me feeling hunger later.  I have been tring to watch what I've been eating and tonight kind of blew my diet for the day.   I gotta tell you though James was shocked to see his old mom go off the diving board.  I even did a dive too.  I use to dive all the time.  I went Scuba diving too.  I am alittle rusty and my form and technique was alittle off but it still all good.  I think James and me had a good time and it is nice to be able to give some one-on-one attention to my son.  He deserves it more......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115285030604910181?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115285030604910181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115285030604910181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115285030604910181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115285030604910181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/splash.html' title='Splash'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115268123500250828</id><published>2006-07-11T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:17:49.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumping It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/water%20pump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/400/water%20pump.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am back from my long blog vacation. I have missed my daily typing of life events, personal problems, and just plain boring junk getting done everyday. The pass couple of days I have spent doing summer stuff with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is doing some much needed summer tutoring at home. I however have decided not to pay someone else to do it. I decided since I am a college student and training for the career of my life here that I am intelligent enough to teach James some reading comprehesion and math skills. I can't say that it comes with doubts as to whether I am doing the right thing. I mean I am taking a big gamble with his education. He really needs help and without it could face some stuff work ahead of him in 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie is well on her way to making any sport activity I sign her up for a opportunity to socialize and get her bling on. She did her 2 weeks of swim classes at the YMCA and during the classes mostly talked and hung on to the side of the pool. She acts like breaking a sweat or doing anything straining is going to ruin her image. My daughter had her bikini on with all her rubber bracelets, toe ring, and ankle bracelet on her body. She is such a girly girl. I can't help but love her though. She is so the opposite of me when I was her age. I would have been with the boys doing canon balls in the deep in when I was that age. I was the tom boy. Then again I did grow up with two younger brothers and all the neighborhood kids were boys. I am glad she is girly. I have so much fun shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is my little fish in the pool. He skipped one or two levels because he is so good. This week we have laughed and played at home together and when I was sick over the weekend with what I think was a summer flu bug he was right by my side to cheer me up. He talks to me in baby talk and kisses my forehead. I love him for he is truly an angel. Now when he strips the angel wings out comes problem child and I find him getting into all kinds of messes. I don't know how I am gonna break this boy from pee peeing on my toliet seat. But this week lets just say, Mom, is tired of having a wet butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing with news on the home front. The house is warning us that something is about to go. The water pump in the basement is making a loud running noise after you use the water in the house. With experience from having this happening years ago, I told Thad that he needs to buy a new one to replace it. Well he told me today that a new pump in about $200 bucks. Now I am sure you all remember I just had major bucks spent out on dental work. And we our having a new engine put into our Mini Van. Can I just tell you how my dreams have been lately. I keep dreaming that I winning the lottery or finding a load of cash in my attic. By the way if there was a load of cash in my attic the squarrls would have ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to that old pump in the basement. Everytime I use the water it keeps getting louder and louder. Maybe my hubby is waiting for it to just break before we repair but I hope he does something soon. I don't want to be having to take my bath in the kids pool because we don't have running water. Fix it honey please........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115268123500250828?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115268123500250828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115268123500250828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115268123500250828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115268123500250828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/pumping-it-out.html' title='Pumping It Out'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115221176114569955</id><published>2006-07-06T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:49:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny McPhee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/nannymcphee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/nannymcphee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a very long Independence celebration weekend, Thad and I decided to curl up with the kids and have a movie night in our living room in front of our Home Theatre Entertainment Center.  Thad a long time ago hooked up our stereo and speakers to the DVD and TV so that when we wanted to hear and watch our movies we can do it as if we are in a movie theatre.  With pillows against the couch and blankets spread wide we all settled in for what I think was a really outstanding movie.  If you haven't seen the movie, "Nanny McPhee" you don't know what your missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;    Warning I am about to share aspects and information about this movie.  Stop here     if you want to see the movie first without me ruining the plot and ending before you     have had a chance to see it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The movie came out in 2005 so it has been out for awhile in the video store.  We rented it through IControl on our cable.  Another feature in my cable programing that I have been getting accustom to having around and I like it.  Thad on the other hand could stand to do with out it.  The movie stars Emma Thompson,best known for her role in Sense &amp; Sensebility, and Colin Firth known for movies like Bridget Jones's Diary and Pride and Predjudice.  They both made a perfect addition to this whitty and comical fairytale and they leave you laughing, holding on to your seat, and crying for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth whose character is named Mr. Cedric Brown has just lost his wife and is left to raise 7 children that are horrible and play pranks and tricks on every Nanny that Mr. Brown hires to care for them.  When he has gone through over 17 Nannys the adgency in town won't hire out anymore to him and that is when he hears a mysterious voice telling him that he needs Nanny McPhee.  Now her character is played by Emma Thompson.  She is a magical woman with a special power.  However she is nothing to look at due to her worts and overly large nose and eyebrows that I myself would just die to tweeze for her.  She arrives just in time to start her work and to rescue children from their own ill-behaved and undisciplined lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children soon learn that their tricks are no match for her and she begins to teach them her 5 rules.  Each rule is a lesson well learned and makes the children grow closer together and closer in relationship to a father that lost all connection with his children when his wife died.  When Great-Aunt Adelaide played by the one and only Angela Lansbury shows up to confront Mr. Brown that he must take a wife or loose his inheritance he is force to make a decision to marry the town widow.  Although Great-Aunt Adelaide didn't stop there she said she wouldn't leave unless she took one of his girls to raise properly herself.  Nanny McPhee gets the oldest boy to help in on how to solve this problem before one of his sisters would be torn from them and his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans get set in motion for Mr. Brown to marry Mrs. Selma Quickly.  The children who were afraid of the evil step mother syndrome found themseleves right in the middle of one of the fairy tales they so hated to read.  When the wedding day arrived Great-Aunt Adelaide arrives with someone the children had passed off as one of them.   Mr. Browns Scullary Maid whom he had hid his feelings for when she worked for him was sent with Great-Aunt Adelaide to learn to read and recieve proper lady training .  When she steps back in the house for the first time and presents herself to Mr. Brown he is over taken by her beauty and is unsure how he will get out of marring Mrs. Selma Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children beg for Nanny McPhee to help but she tells them they are smart enough to figure out a way.  It is then that they make believe bumble bees are attacking to break up the wedding.  This begins the food fights and leaves Mrs. Selma Quickly running for her life.  Nanny McPhee picks the pieces up with one jolt of her cane and makes snow magically appear in the mid-August day.  She walks the Scullary Maid down the isle to marry Mr. Brown and all ends happily ever after......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I am running for tissues because I am the only one crying.  I am such as sissy and whinny baby when it comes to movies like that.  This movie was very delightful to watch and fun for the whole family.  Nanny McPhee isn't pretty and underneath its gaudy exteriors are worthwhile lessons, amusing morbid senses of humor, and feelings that leave you up beat and wanting more.  So if you have watched the movie tell me what you thought about it and if you haven't and skipped over my warning then just don't sit there go out and get this movie.  It is Rated PG.  It is totally safe for kids to watch.  Maybe they might learn a bad prank or two. Hey I am still waiting for a frog to be put in my tea when I am not looking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115221176114569955?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115221176114569955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115221176114569955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115221176114569955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115221176114569955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/nanny-mcphee.html' title='Nanny McPhee'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115194480212908427</id><published>2006-07-03T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:49:35.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna Sandwhiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/SANDWHICH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/SANDWHICH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All weekend work was really slow. I can't even complain about that because we needed alittle down time every now and then from the hustle and bustle. Nights in the ER can be a never ending nightmare and before you think you might get to wake up you get hit harder with more patients with very sick illness. The ambulances sometimes never seem to stop coming and when you don't see one for hours you usually have thousands of people out in the waiting room anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend was really weird. Nobody had yet came in with blown off fingers from fireworks or had some outragous boat accidents that left their wife pinned up against a dock while she was tying up the boat. Nothing at all seemed to be to dramactic for me. So why would you think I would be complaining so much about this when it would be so great to have a break from my norm. THE INTERNET WAS DOWN ALL WEEKEND AT WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they do something like that to me? I couldn't get on to read email or to surf the junk on Ebay. I was so upset that I was trying to hack the computer myself. I wanted to read all my friends Blogs but no I was stuck watching Soccer on TV because my Triage nurse was a Soccer fan and he had that on all weekend. I couldn't take it anymore. I had thoughts of pulling the TV plug. But I like the Triage nurse and I needed to find other stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to go see a lady who I will call Mrs. B. She comes from one of the nursing homes in the area and I have known her to come to our ER for years. She is for the most part in good health and never seems to have anything wrong with her when she comes in. I think she comes to us for the company and a chance to get out. I went in to see how she was doing and she asked if she could have a bite to eat. I of course, had to clear it with her nurse. Mrs. B loves to tell stories so I figured maybe I could spend some quality time in her room and help her with her lunch at the same time. When I brought back the lunch box she was really thankful about it and started to get tears in her eyes. I told her it was really just a Tuna sandwhich and nothing more and she said that a sandwhich can mean more to a person than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for over 2 hours about her late husband and her children out west. Mrs. B told me stories of train trips and long car rides in the 1940's with her husband and small children. She really had it hard back then. No Gameboys or DVD players  to entertain her kids in her car. She said her husband had always liked to pack up the car and drive on trips. I told her how my husband loves to do that too. She said her husband was most handsome in his Navy uniform and that she carried a picture of him and her together everywhere she went. In her purse she took that picture out to show me and she was right about him being handsome. I don't even carry a picture of Thad around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she ended up going back to the nursing home after her test were completed. I'm glad that I made the time to go in and sit with her. It may just be a Tuna sandwhich but to us it was much more......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115194480212908427?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115194480212908427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115194480212908427&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115194480212908427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115194480212908427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuna-sandwhiches.html' title='Tuna Sandwhiches'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115168866595692845</id><published>2006-06-30T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:31:06.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Shortcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th of July Shortcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-slice of pound cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-dollop of cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/3 cup of strawberry sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 or 6 blueberries sprinkle on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/jameseatingdessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/jameseatingdessert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The last couple of days I have been really busy with lots of extra kids running around my house.  Maddie has had Jamiaca,her best friend, over to spend the night and James invited his best buddy, Jason, to join in on all the maddness.  The kids still went to their swim classes and are making really big improvements.  Ethan is the best improved so far.  His swimming is looking more uniformed and he demonstrates such a confidence in the water that even I am scared.  Maddie is moving up to Gubby level and I am very proud of her for the hard work she is doing.  She is starting to feel comfortable with swimming to the wall of the pool without a floatation device.  James is doing great.  His rotary breathing and butterfly swimming is perfect.  I think he swims better than both of his parents.  I am proud of all of them.  Next week is their last week. After that we will have to find something else to fill our afternoon with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist will be seeing me again here real soon.  I have been in alot of pain since he saw me last Friday.  They now think it is the other tooth giving me the trouble.  The pharmicist at Eckards gave the dentist are hard time calling in pain medicine because of my previous overuse of prescription pain relievers.  I called Eckards myself today and really gave the guy a pieace of my mind.  I know that he is only doing his job.  I get that.  But my teeth feel like that are going to explode in my mouth.  I can't eat.  Well I do take that back.  I have been able to eat 5 extra slices of pound cake.  I couldn't keep myself from it.  Once it is gone I won't buy anymore not unless it comes with a Slim Fast sticker on the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight starts my 4 in a row.  Now if just the rain will stay away I can rest assure that Wilson Hospital won't evacutate their patients and divert them to us.  Lourdes Hospital had transport patients to other neighboring hospitals because of all the flooding here in Upstate, NY.  I don't like the fact that I am working the entire holiday weekend including Monday and Independence Day has to fall on Tuesday.  That means I won't see any time and half pay next payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising this week was a bit of a challenge.  I fit it in while the kids were at swim class.  That was the easiest time for me and plus I was at the YMCA.  I love their Elipitical machines better than mine at home.  I only did 2 days of hill climbing for a total distance of 4 miles.  Better than nothing.  I will have to get back into my walking.  I also need to stop drinking my tea :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/21398392-115168866595692845?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115168866595692845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115168866595692845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115168866595692845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115168866595692845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/4th-of-july-shortcake.html' title='4th of July Shortcake'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115151438552364713</id><published>2006-06-28T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:21:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Up Dinner with No Frog Legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes the best help in the kitchen are those who do the most eating. In this case Maddie loves to eat vegetables and is really into cutting, dicing and slicing them up. We started to see that Maddie was interested in cooking about a year ago. She is really good a following directions and I love to have her cook with me because sometimes she keeps me from making the mistakes. I have tried to get her older brother into cooking but he looses interest very quickly. He likes it though when we have make your own pizza night because that to him is different then cooking for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/cucumberpeeler%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/cucumberpeeler%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thad, my husband, has always helped in the kitchen. In fact for years now we take turns cooking and sometimes he does more of his share than I. He makes the best pancakes and waffles but you better believe it when I say their is pancake dots everywhere on the stove and counter top. Last night we all as a family helped make dinner. I was making the Lasagna and Thad was making the Banana pudding that was going to be our dessert. Maddie was cutting up cucumbers and preparing our salad. James worked over at the stove grounding up the hamburger that I was going to put in the Lasagna. Where was Ethan you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/thadcutcarrotts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/thadcutcarrotts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ethan was at the dinning room table preparing him dinner guest. Him and his brother found this frog out near our pool. Ethan is starting to pick up little creatures now ever since we bought him the Hermit crabs. He really likes this frog. Today I tried to get him to let him go. He talked me into letting him keep it another day. This week is very crazy. I don't know what we will be serving up for dinner tonight. I know that with the kids in swim classes this week they sure are really hungry afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/ethansfrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/ethansfrog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Frogs were hurt during the making of this photograph......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115151438552364713?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115151438552364713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115151438552364713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115151438552364713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115151438552364713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/serving-up-dinner-with-no-frog-legs.html' title='Serving Up Dinner with No Frog Legs'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115142943817633183</id><published>2006-06-27T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:46:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Things you should know about me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This year I will be turning 30 years old and will no longer be a 20's girl. I am not looking forward to the change. I remember when I was in high school, I use to think the show, "thirtysomething" on TV was really about old couples not getting their life together. The other day the show came on one of the many thousand of channels I have and the lives they portray was alot like mine. I can't believe it. I live the life of a "thirtysomething". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's just face it. I will be eating at the senior citzen discount price before you know it. My friends won't take me out to Applebee's anymore. They will be taking me to Old Country Buffet so that they can get the Senior price for my meal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 Things&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lived in Okinawa when I was 11, 12, and 13 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a dog name Licker, she was a winer dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My middle name is Breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The year I graduated high school was 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The year I graduated business school was 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to college at TC3 to be a Nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have two brothers named James and Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents divorced in 1995 and live in different states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a drug addiction to Vicodin for almost 2 years of my life. I live life trying to stay away from my old way one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have owned about 9 cars since I got my license in 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been divorced before.  Long story you don't want to hear about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We own 3 computers in our house and 3 TV.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I posed naked on my husband 4-wheeler once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I work in a busy Emergency Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go to the dentist alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since I was a kid it has been my dream to see the Hollywood sign in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have low self esteem about myself at times. I doubt what others think of me and sometimes question the love I receive from my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have Seasonal Affective Disorder which in the winter months I get really depressed because I have no sunlight to provide me any energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to Quilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite reality TV show is "Survivor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also like (24, ER, CSI, and Sopranos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thad bought me a bigger bike seat for my bike because my butt is getting too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite ice cream sundae is Butterscotch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite color is Navy Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I had only one wish in this world it would be to end hunger in 3rd world countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best date I ever had with Thad was when he took me walking down by the Cayuga Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been in the Biltmore Estate in North Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I almost threw up when I walked down the isle to meet Thad at the alter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115142943817633183?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115142943817633183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115142943817633183&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115142943817633183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115142943817633183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/29-things-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='29 Things you should know about me....'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115134232937861869</id><published>2006-06-26T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:18:49.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Birthday Boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ethan your 5 years old today!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy love you so much. Without you we would not laugh and smile as much as you make us with your jokes and story lines that you quote back from movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to get your hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The birthday boy wanted Spedies for his dinner last night so Daddy cooked on the grill. We had cut up carrots, cucumbers, and celery with Ranch dressing for dip. After dinner we let Ethan open his presents.  He got $45.00  from both Grand parents, a Spongebob Squarepants Leapstar Game, Ice Age the movie, and a Air Plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/ethanplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/ethanplane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We took the airplane outside to fly it.  The plane comes with a pump and you have to pump air into its chamber so that it builds up pressure to make the engine run the perpeller.  It flew very high and fast too.  We almost thought it was going to land up in one of our trees in our backyard.  Daddy had to help Ethan hold it to start it out because he was alittle nervous.  But when the perpeller started spinning and making noise Ethan did get scared alittle.  He really liked the gift and we will have to find a place bigger with open area to fly his plane so we don't loose it to the tall Maple trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/ethanplane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/ethanplane2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you to all of you who gave me the encouraging words to get me through my rough spell the past couple of days.  I think I am starting to feel much better now.  Maddie and James want you all to check out their blogs.  You can find them on the right side of my blog listed under Baby Mice Blogs.  They would love to hear from you too.&lt;/span&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/21398392-115134232937861869?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115134232937861869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115134232937861869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115134232937861869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115134232937861869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-birthday-boy.html' title='Who&apos;s the Birthday Boy?'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115126762155638608</id><published>2006-06-25T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:33:41.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me dream alittle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/400/dream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really have much to say today. I have been feeling alittle down and in alot of pain from my root canal. It has been making my ear hurt like I have a earache. I did have a great Saturday with the kids and the Hubby. We first started out at a wedding that was being held at our church. My husband and I video taped the wedding with two digital cameras. He has great software that helps to combine the footage into one awesome movie reel of wedding bliss. After the wedding we headed home to change and came back to town to eat lunch and watch, "Cars" at the movie theatre. When we dropped James' buddy off at home we decided to head to Wal-Mart for some much needed shopping. Our dog, Lulu, needed a new electric colar. Her old one finally gave up and was letting her out of the yard. We also needed to pick up Birthday gifts for Ethan because he turns 5 years old on Monday. All that shopping made us alittle hungry so we drove over to Moe's Resturant, a Mexican food place that serves Sweet Tea, and had burritos. I hurt my tooth while chomping down on a tortilla and about started to cry. I almost started to curse out loud but my children were present so I had to contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the car ride over to Wal-Mart, I couldn't help but think how I didn't defend myself against that Dentist on Friday. What a jerk he was to me? I didn't even say anything in defense of my own self and I let him say I was fat. I asked my Hubby how does people hire Hit Man's? He right away told me to get over this Dentist creep. I said I was serious and he said to let it go. How can I let it go? That guy made me feel so bad about my self. I came home from his office on Friday and ate about 10 Moon pies that afternoon. Now I regret doing that but still I want justice. Maybe I will just have to really let it go and I know I do hold grudges longer than anyone I know but it really was the most awful thing I think I have ever had to indure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did have a really good dream about someone beating him up though. Hey I can dream alittle......But for now on I will have happy thoughts and let my grudge against that creep rest. Although in the future when patients come to the E.R. and our looking for referrals to a Oral Surgeon I will not recommend him. You can count on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115126762155638608?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115126762155638608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115126762155638608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115126762155638608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115126762155638608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-me-dream-alittle.html' title='Let me dream alittle....'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115110786870220723</id><published>2006-06-23T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:11:08.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/comforting-friend-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/comforting-friend-L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today totally sucked big time.  Do you remember me telling you about that Dentist appointment I had to arrange for my molar to be pulled out.  Well I  was right on time for the appointment this morning, and for some of you that know me I can see how that would be very hard to believe.  When I arrived, I filled out  all the papers that first time visitors complete.  Well I work in the medical field and you know papers are papers anymore to  me.  Keep that in mind for my story later on.  Anyways I go in and they introduce themselves as the Dental Assistants and they were really nice.  I sat down and the one lady started to take my pulse and blood pressure.  At that point, Dr. Noren, walked in and stood over me and said he was alittle shocked to see my heart rate was 134.  I was like, "For your information my heart rate always runs alittle high unusally at about 105".  He was very upset and starts bagering me about my medications that I take.  I told him I had a cup of coffee (Picked it up from College Town Bagels) and Fruit Loops cereal and my allergy medicine.  Now it doesn't take a genus to know that Ephedra is in Zyrtec D.  So the Dentist wanted to play like he was Mr. Hot Shot and started bagering me about my other medications.  He began to tell me how my Primary Care doctor doesn't know how to properly treat Migraine patients; therefore, she shouldn't be suppling my prophylactic medications that keep them from occurring.   He  asked if I had a Neurologist and just so happens I do but I haven't been able to see her for months because their office books months out in advance.  He started to make me cry because the whole time I was sitting there he never once looked at my teeth.  He had my xray in his hand and never even looked at it.  Then here comes the icing on the cake.  He tells me I need to loose weight. He states, "That for someone as over weight as I am, I should start exercising".  Hello am I  at the Dentist or Jenny Craig?  Needless to say, I got up and started heading for the door.  He contiuned to tell me that he was going to contact my PCP and that I gave him permission to do so.  I was like, "No I did not!"  He then showed me those papers I so quickly signed out in the waiting room and in fine print it states that at anytime he can obtain medical information from my doctor.  He said he wanted to call her and discuss my cardiac condition.  I started to walk away at this point because I felt he no longer knew what he was talking about.  He said while my back was turned that my doctor should try to help me loose weight and should check my Thyroid. I just contiuned to walk toward his secretary all while tears were coming down my face and they made me pay for a consultation fee of $25.00.  Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top the day off I came home and found out that he called my Primary Care doctor.  It had me so upset all day wondering what he must of said to her that I left like 5 messages with my PCP to call me at home.   My physician, Dr. Ruth Crepet, called me later to say much need to hear information.  After I told her the above information, she had a heart to heart conversation with me about why I am having a hard time with my weight.  Over the past year I have tried several prophylactic medicines to ward off Migraines and some of those had weight gain as a side effect.    We also have used some older medications that are now only used to treat blood pressure and have great effects on Migraine suffers but the side effect is decrease heart rate.  She said that can cause my Metobolism to fluxuate.  Although she did agree with his concerns about my heart rate being too high, she could not however understand his reasoning for questioning my other medications and past medical heath.  She clearly agree with me that this man should not be providing advise on forms of treatment options per patients Primary Care doctor.  Dr. Crepet informed me that I have had over 3 Thyroid tests done since I have been her patient and they have all came back negative.  My last office EKG showed my heart rate to be at 109.  And I was not on Zyrtec D.   Clearly this guy was misleading and misconstruing everything I was telling him.  Maybe it was just my day to pick a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to have increase toothache around  2  o'clock so I  decided to call Dr. Rollison, an Endodontist in Johnson City, and he said to hurry as fast as I could to his office.  I had  seen him for a root canal once before and he did an awesome job.  This time I realized that I should have just schedule my appointment with him in the first place and vow to myself never to try to get rid of my permenant teeth again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he did the larger molar because it was the one that was hurting me the most and it took several shots of Novacaine to numb me up.  I think I was just so up tight because of all the stress today.  He did a partial root canal and packed it with antibiotics and then placed a temporary cap on the tooth till my next visit.   When I checked out my bill was $998.00 and the secretary made me put at least $300.00 down.  Thank goodness for my credit card.  And just think that was just the first tooth.  I need to get another one done after this one heals.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115110786870220723?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115110786870220723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115110786870220723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115110786870220723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115110786870220723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Worst Day of My Life...'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115101250797549548</id><published>2006-06-22T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:48:38.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping My Dollar Local</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Living in Candor, NY is so wonderful because it is such a small community where you feel safe and can get to know everyone. I love that I can let my kids wonder a bit without really feeling like I have to watch them closely. When we go to Ithaca I have to have them right by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my side alot. I call Ithaca the city and to tell you the truth, Ithaca, is smaller than the city I grew up in. But I still know the kind of low life that parades around there and I don't trust my kids to go off on there own in Wal-Mart there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday I had lots of things scheduled all day. The kids had a half day of school. It was there last day and so they came home at 11am. I hurried to feed everyone lunch because Ethan had a hair cut appointment at 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; We went down to Candor and he got a boy's regular style hair cut at the Country Lady. It costed $10. Then we came home to show off his new cut and play outside. I had a dentist appointment with Dr.Perry in Candor at 3pm. James babysit his sister and brother for me. I have not decided how much to pay him for that yet. Dr. Perry was a no-charge visit. It turns out that a tooth I have been getting repaired for years now is finally got to be pulled. I will see an Oral surgeon tommorrow in Ithaca. After the visit, I came back home to watch a movie with the kids. It was hot outside and they were done swimming in the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; By the time the movie was over it was time to get ready for the graduation party. It was to start at 6:30pm and be held at the Candor Methodist Church. I delievered Ethan downstairs to the Pre-school room and waited for him to march up in the sanctuary. To my surprise he came up with his classmates with metallic sunglasses on and sun visors with their names on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/gradpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/gradpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; They all were so cute. After they performed their music skits, we went to the reception hall for cake and ice cream. I thought they were gonna serve pizza and that is why we had skipped dinner. So after cake we got into the car and stopped at the gas station in Candor and filled the Honda's tank up. It costed $26.43. Then we stoped at LaGeorges,Candors only grocery store, and picked up bread and peanut butter. That was about $4.00. I decided I was too lazy to cook any dinner so we went to The Loft, Candor's finest resturant, and order pizza and wings. The total was $20 bucks even including tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in all a really good day. I truly like small town USA. I wouldn't trade my life here for nothing. It really has its wonderful moments and I am glad that the Lord planted us here when he did. I think the schools are wonderful for my kids and I think we can truly build some spectacular memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out my son's blog.  He is going to keep it updated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115101250797549548?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115101250797549548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115101250797549548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115101250797549548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115101250797549548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/keeping-my-dollar-local.html' title='Keeping My Dollar Local'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115089643614883086</id><published>2006-06-21T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:46:16.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Out Soprano Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/joes-brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/joes-brand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights dinners for the kids and I was a night on the town since their father was out on business. Just like in my favorite show, "The Sopranos", their dad is always gone wacking someone so that leaves the wife and kids eating at a authentic Italian restaurant by themseleves.&lt;br /&gt;We have a restaurant in Ithaca that was actually closed for several years and ever since it reopen in November of 2005 I have been dying the eat there. It has been a Italian restaurant since 1932 so when the new owners took over they had no plans to change the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant itself sits on the corner of Rt. 13 and West Buffalo Street. When you walk in it has that feeling of Applebee's because you are greeted by a hostess and the bar is right in front of you. Tuesday's is kid's night and that means their dishes are 1/2 price.  If your in a hurry you can even order online and have it ready for pick up.  I plan to keep this in mind for when I don't want to cook.  Thad drives right by this place and his way home from work.  Why does Italian food have to be so fattening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice while walking to our table, that I got the feeling I was at the Olive Garden and then I started admiring the Black &amp; White photos in B&amp;amp;W frames on the walls of old pictures of places in Ithaca. I really liked the modern look of the place. The tables had white cloth and green napkins. And since it was kids night they had large sheets of white paper covered over the white cloth for the kids to draw on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress was at the table the moment we sat down. I noticed she had two beauty marks tatoo on her face. Now I am a big fan of tatoo's. Why because I have one! But you must know that black fades fast and especially on the face. You must keep its color up by having it redone every so many years. So her beauty marks actually looked alittle greeen. I had a co-worker once get her eyeliner tatooed on and I remember her telling me that she would have to have it done again in a couple of years so the black wouldn't fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I order lots of pasta. James and I shared Chicken and Broccoli Fettuccini Alfredo and Ethan ate Spaghetti and Meatballs, and Maddie had Ravioli. Of course, everything comes with salad and breadsticks. When Ethan saw that his spaghetti only came with one meatball he was really upset. That is when the owner came by to ask if everything was ok. He was going to table to table talking to customers. He saw Ethans look on his face and asked him what was wrong. He told the cook to bring out two more meatballs and Ethan was real happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had expressed ideas of becoming a restaurant owner one day and he kept telling Thad and I that he would one day buy Joe's and make it into a place you could skateboard and eat burgers. Well just so happens the owner of Joe's first name is James. When we met him last night it made James feel so excited to know that the restaurant he once use to plan menus for had an owner with the same name as his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115089643614883086?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115089643614883086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115089643614883086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115089643614883086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115089643614883086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/eating-out-soprano-style.html' title='Eating Out Soprano Style'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115083592008371500</id><published>2006-06-20T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:43:09.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Have a Toothache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/tooth-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/tooth-wave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how do I feel so lucky today. I had a really bad night at work last night. First of all the Ambulances were coming in like cows to feed. It was non stop service all night long. I think I went to the bathroom maybe once to go pee. And that is a big deal when I had dranked a Slim Fast on my way to work yesturday. That stuff makes you have to go constantly. The waiting room was so packed I had to go steel chairs from Endoscopy for people to have a place to sit. But what made my night was that I had a toothache. The tooth in pain has had alot of dental work perform on it already and so it is very hard for me to tell if it is just sensitive or in major pain from some kind of decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get really grouchy with my patients. In fact I had very little sympathy for anyone last night. If you were whinny to me I was whinny right back at you. I have to be really good about my pain medication. I am montioring what kind I use very carefully these days and so I only have been taking 800 mg of Ibprofen. I am so greatful that it is working to keep my pain down to a dull ache that I can at least handle till I see my dentist on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people hate going to the dentist. Some reasons are for the scare of the pain or the tools and others just don't like the huge bill they have to pay. But I like going to the dentist. I can say I have only been frighten maybe once. It was the time I had to get a root canal. Yes I can remember my first root canal very well. It took four visits to complete the actual procedure. When I had my second one done I found this great dentist up in Johnson City who did the whole root canal in once visit and I got to watch TV while he did the work. Of course, it was alittle more expensive that way but less time consuming on my end. The recovery time was about the same and I think if I need another one I will go and have them do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice partly cloudy sunny day. I layed in the hammock for a bit and watched our cat, Soxy, watch our cat, Chole, chase a bird. I think Soxy is just so fat and lazy that he is given up on his extra curricular activites. Hey, that is kind of like me today. Although I am proud to say I have manage to loose a few pounds in the last week. I think it is because I can't really eat very much food due to this toothache of mine. But hey that is why they made straws for my Slim Fast right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115083592008371500?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115083592008371500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115083592008371500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115083592008371500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115083592008371500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/thou-shall-have-toothache.html' title='Thou Shall Have a Toothache'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115068181838864060</id><published>2006-06-18T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:50:18.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously.  You know when you need a break.  You know when you need a rest.  You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of.  And you know when it's time to take care of yourself, for yourself.  To do something that makes you stronger, faster, more complete.  Because you know it's never too late to have a life.  And never too late to change one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail the first time, consider yourself normal and try again.  If you fail a second time, consider yourself special for you have what it takes to succeed.  If you fail a third time, consider yourself extraordinary, for many people would have already given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.  Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.---Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115068181838864060?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115068181838864060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115068181838864060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115068181838864060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115068181838864060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115056764930470994</id><published>2006-06-17T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:52:54.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, The Ugly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We celebrated Thad's birthday on Thursday, June 15th. He turned 31 years old and as of right now is showing no signs of grey hairs. The kids gave him new flip flops, golf balls, golf tees, and a golf glove. Then we headed over to the Carmen's house to have BBQ Chicken and Cake. I really appreciated them opening their house up for the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week my car window on the driver side decided to act up. For awhile now I've had signs from the automatic switch that it was starting to short out. Well now it won't go up or down. So it is permanatly stuck. The weather has been really hot so I can live with my window being down but at night when I am coming home from work it is like 50 degrees out and chilli when your driving 65 MPH. Also work is not the safest place for my car right now. There has been a lot of break in's reported and just 2 months ago our Honda had CD's stolen out of it when we had left it unlocked for 15 minutes. I decided to empty the whole car out. Please pray nobody will steal my car. I don't know who would want her but these are desperate times we are living in and who knows there could be some maniac women who is stuck driving a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HUGE SUV&lt;/span&gt; and is dying to have my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;gas saving luxary vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ethan is really curious about Daddy's things around the house. This past week while we were working out in the yard, Ethan decided to check out Dad's used oil collector. Some how the cap came off and we ended up with a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Exxon Valdez oil spill&lt;/span&gt;. This sent Thad into a panic and he was looking to see if we had any unused cat litter. Unfortunatly for us we didn't. He had to go buy some at Wal-Mart. I was like just use the cat liter in the cat boxes. "So what if we got cat poop on the driveway it is better than oil"! He came back with special oil soaking up liter stuff and so far everything is fine. It never made it to the grass and in a couple of days were gonna sweep it up. Lucky for us it hasn't rained in days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/oilspill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/oilspill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115056764930470994?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115056764930470994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115056764930470994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115056764930470994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115056764930470994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad, The Ugly....'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115039421914839338</id><published>2006-06-15T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:56:59.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Great Performances.....</title><content type='html'>Maddie and I went to go see James perform at the Elementary Band and Chorus Concert hosted at the High School.   We were really excited to hear James play because he has been talking about this night for weeks.  James is the only talented instrument player in our Paris Rat Family at the moment and I am so proud of what he has accomplished in just one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/emptycharis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/emptycharis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They entered the stage rather quickly and James, since he is a French Horn, sat way in the back.  His best friend, Jason, sat next to him and also plays the French Horn.  Some of the music they played last night was, "Highlights from Harry Potter" and "Gettysburg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/jameswithjason%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/jameswithjason%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is James' music teacher, Mrs. Wright.  She has taught music at Candor Elementary for 8 years and started fresh out of college.  Her husband however found out that his job is relocating him over the summer and therefore, this will be her last year teaching.  James really connected with her and learned so much about music from her. We are both sad to see her leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/James%20with%20Mrs%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/James%20with%20Mrs%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards we headed over to the local ice cream stand for some real tasty treats.  I need to stay away from that place.  I keep crashing my diet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115039421914839338?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115039421914839338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115039421914839338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115039421914839338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115039421914839338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/night-of-great-performances.html' title='A Night of Great Performances.....'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115027369800641251</id><published>2006-06-14T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:33:20.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Additions</title><content type='html'>Check out my pictures I have added to my blog page. I got the ideal from my friend, Jennifer. She has had this Flicker device on her blog for awhile and I have been wanting to do it for some time now so I decided what the heck. Also I am a member of the Blogging Chicks too. If you scroll down you will see on the right hand side a scroll bar listing all the chicks sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting way to addicting and I really don't even blog about anything important like my friend, Jennifer. I pretty much just write about nothing and when I can't think of anything I write about email junk that someone sent me. Although there is times I do get alittle chatty and write something from the heart or from my mind. But try not to take everything I say too serious. It could always be the hormones talking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote about my everyday life all the time you would only hear about some gross E.R. story that I got to take part in at work or a T.V. show I saw from my couch. I can tell you that today Ethan and I did take a walk down in Candor, NY. I love Candor. A great place for families to raise their kids and it is so safe to walk about and enjoy the scenary. At the bridge today we saw a Muskrat holding its baby in her mouth and walking back to her den. Ethan though she had killed it. After our walk we headed over to the Hi Way Ice Cream stand for a Slush Puppy. It was a good day for me because I was pretty much headache free today. I loved every minute of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the new little additions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115027369800641251?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115027369800641251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115027369800641251&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115027369800641251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/115027369800641251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-additions.html' title='New Additions'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-115008773571067648</id><published>2006-06-11T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:40:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old Poem</title><content type='html'>The shade of gray that sits upon his head,&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles on his face wondering what lies ahead..&lt;br /&gt;he's slowing down unable to maneuver so fast,&lt;br /&gt;sitting on his rocking chair reminiscing of his past...&lt;br /&gt;a gentile smile for he's surly pleased,&lt;br /&gt;at what life has awarded him happiness was the key..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out at the horizon from his front door,&lt;br /&gt;this ageless man always looking for more...&lt;br /&gt;kids are now grown up have moved away,&lt;br /&gt;he often sheds a tear for he misses them each day..&lt;br /&gt;out on the ranch alone is he,&lt;br /&gt;taking a walk he visits his beloved wife buried by the citrus tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling down placing flowers upon her grave,&lt;br /&gt;thanking her for the times of happiness that she gave...&lt;br /&gt;with a kiss to his hand to her gravestone,&lt;br /&gt;walking back slowly he can hear the phone..&lt;br /&gt;rushing back to answer the call,&lt;br /&gt;this ageless man has slipped and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later a car pulls in,&lt;br /&gt;it's his grandchildren and kids wondering where he's been...&lt;br /&gt;finding him alone on the ground so weak and fragile,&lt;br /&gt;in tears and pain yet still able to break a gentle smile..&lt;br /&gt;he has dislocated his hip he has assumed,&lt;br /&gt;off in a rush to the Emergency Room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing old this ageless man,&lt;br /&gt;everyone has come to love and can understand...&lt;br /&gt;he will be OK so the doctors say,&lt;br /&gt;just needs to rest and take it easy these days....&lt;br /&gt;a man of honor with so much pride,&lt;br /&gt;my dear ole dad I shall keep beside......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem by Eddie Garcia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-115008773571067648?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115008773571067648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=115008773571067648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/little%20red%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/little%20red%20car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Let me tell you if there is anything I know about grocery shopping its that your gonna have one heck of a time taking the goods home in a 2-door speck. My little red car was full to the max with about 2 weeks worth of groceries. I have been putting off my chore and my hungry munchers started eating condiments; therefore, with Ethan having his buddy, Arron, over I had to go after work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I forgot that my trunk had some left over camping gear from Memorial Day weekend still packed in there so only half the groceries I bought fit in the trunk. That left the front seat which is a passenger bucket seat and a very small back seat. Well I put the watermelon I bought in Ethan's car seat and the buy one get one free cantolopes in the console. In the passenger seat was 3 bags of chips and 2 loafs of bread. Now my car has the automatic seat belts that strap you in the moment the car turns on. If you know me like my husband does I always go through great lengths to keep my bread from getting smooshed. Well as if my brain just wasn't plugged in at 12 am I watched myself smoosh my own bread. I think I have fried my brain after hours working in the E.R. and therefore, I can't even think straight anymore. So anyways I started driving home and while I was upset about the bread I was proud of myself that I didn't snag a donut out of the case at the bakery section. Well then a deer desided to jump out in front of me causing my watermelon to fly up from the backseat and join me in the front. Needless to say, I was surprise the cantolope didn't join in on the action. I was glad to see that watermelon was not splattered all over my dashboard. I never seen watermelon fly so fast. Well now that my ride home was just as action packed as my night at work was it  will be hours before this chick unwinds and drifts off to sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114992063494721144?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114992063494721144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114992063494721144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114992063494721144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114992063494721144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/grocery-shopping-in-2-door-speck.html' title='Grocery Shopping in a 2-door speck.....'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114980985731528622</id><published>2006-06-08T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:37:37.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you give a good foot massage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love it when Thad gives me a foot massage.  When talking to my new friend from work she told me that her man doesn't know how to even rub her feet never the less massage them.  So for all my manly family members that read my blog and my girlfriends too here is the proper technique that you must learn to give a good foot massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start with the right foot.  (Really I think this gets the brain relaxed on the right side or something).&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use a circle stroke so that it will get circulation going back into the feet.  This will help increase blood flow back into the foot you are massaging.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold the foot with one hand and massage the top of that foot with the other hand.  Use light pressure on top but moderate pressure on bottom of foot to prevent tickling.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Count the strokes on top for example 20 on top and 30 on bottom.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do a slight foot rotation.  Move the whole foot and ankle in its natural range.  Do not push firmly.  Rotate the foot for at least 3-5 times in each direction left to right and down and up. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the one I like the best.  Have your partner pull on your toes.  Do not pull to make a joint pop but rather to stretch the toes and joints.  Also this is a good time to squeeze the feet.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stroke the bottom of the feet by pressing you thumb and fore finger down into the arches and heals.  Do this motion several times to massage different points of the feet.  Press down on the pads of the feets and watch out for the boney structures.  Ouch!  That might hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114980985731528622?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114980985731528622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114980985731528622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114980985731528622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114980985731528622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-give-good-foot-massage.html' title='Can you give a good foot massage?'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114944336287343946</id><published>2006-06-04T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:10:05.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I be done blossoming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that this past weekend  and the start of this week was not so  good.  I  just thougt to myself how come I can't just grow pretty and smell nice and look nice everyday as this yellow/orange rose.  This was the color rose that I carried in my wedding when I married Thad.  We took this picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together &lt;/span&gt;when we were on our Honeymoon at the Biltmore Estate in North Carolina.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading my bible alot and going through some deep meditation the last few days because I feel I am completely out of control with where my life these days has been leading me.  It doesn't help matters much when everyday this past week that I worked I experienced death at work each  day and to see it go from the just born to the near century old it still broke my heart.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if God didn't know them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really worried about myself as much as I usually do until I go into my car that I so stupidly locked myself out of  and I broke into tears crying.  I don't want to wait to know that God has me in his sights to be in heaven.  I mean I know I am a good Christian and I read Gods word and I am working on my Sunday School lesson of John,(even though it is really boring at times) but I want at definite answer.  I hate surprises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty yellow/orange rose by nature knows what life has in store for it.  The seed will grow in the soil into a rose bush.  Then it will produce a bud that will blossom into a flower and then it will look nice and pretty for a few weeks and then that is it.  Life is over.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that really what life is all about for a Christian woman such as myself who wants to know when I'll be done blossoming?  When will I be full enough of the spirit to have the gates open for me?  &lt;/span&gt;I don't want it to be like in the Left Behind movie where you went to church all the time and still you got left behind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114944336287343946?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114944336287343946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114944336287343946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114944336287343946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114944336287343946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-will-i-be-done-blossoming.html' title='When will I be done blossoming?'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114904158521446777</id><published>2006-05-30T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:13:05.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Listen</title><content type='html'>I found a great website the other day that I wanted to share with everyone.  It is call Simply Audio Books.  You can download, rent, or buy books on CD and cassette tape.  They will mail then to you just like Netflix mails movies or you may download them to your computer and transfer the files to your MP3 player.  That is what I did so I could take it along with me while I take my walks and rollerblade.  However today was just to hot to do either one of those so I stayed put in front of my fan and watched the movie, " Racing Strips" with Ethan.  If you are interested in checking out their website you need to go to http://www.simplyaudiobooks.com   and you can sign up to rent up to 3 books a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114904158521446777?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114904158521446777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114904158521446777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114904158521446777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114904158521446777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/simply-listen.html' title='Simply Listen'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114866700821142821</id><published>2006-05-26T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:10:08.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lilac Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/Lilac%20bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/Lilac%20bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a picture of our Lilac bush with everyone so you can see how beautiful she looks this Spring. When you walk around her you can smell her fragrance and the flowers are nice and purple and blue in color. Many people have told us different rules on how to care for this kind of shrub so I decided I would research Lilac bushes to see what you need to do to manage them. First they are not a tree. I was always referring to my Lilas as a tree. Even though it is over 6 feet tall it is still consider a bush or a shrub. Lilac bushes are prone to mildew but our bush is doing just fine. It has lots of air circulating around it so it is not a problem. Pruning the bush should be done after blooming is over. We had alot of people telling Thad and I that we could not prune our Lilac bush and this was very disturbing to us because this bush was really big and growing out of control. But rest assure if you have a Lilac bush you can prune it after she is done blooming this Spring and next year it will produce more flowers than the previous year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114866700821142821?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114866700821142821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114866700821142821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114866700821142821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114866700821142821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-lilac-bush.html' title='Our Lilac Bush'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114858788980003051</id><published>2006-05-25T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:11:29.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Spots or Freckles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/agespot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/agespot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday I decided that I wanted to go visit the local Tannig salon. I haven't been to an indoor tanning salon since I was 16 years old. The last view days have been rainy and cold and I wanted to feel some warm heat all over my body and just chill out for a bit. I decided to go to the Tanning Bed which is located next to Pier One in Ithaca. I love to shop at Pier One but I usually never buy anything there because much of what they sell doesn't go with my decor. Now I will be the first to tell anyone that tanning beds are bad for your skin. Let me say I don't even sun bath and for years I have always used SPF sunscreen that is at least 30 or 40 units in protection. But I thought why not treat myself to alittle relaxtion and get some color at the same time. I went in and waited at the counter for the girl to come wait on me and this gave me a chance to look at some of the tanning products. Those creams and oils for the indoor beds are expensive. I saw they had one time use packages for sell and I decided I would purchase that instead of a large bottle. When the girl finally came up to wait on me I noticed right away her face was covered with brown spots. Now most people tell me that I have great looking skin and I have to say I credit that to keeping myself out of the sun and to Mary Kay. And I will admit when I was a teen I abused my skin out at the beach and burned myself all the time. I didn't worry about age spots then and now from that abuse I got a few of them. The girl at the counter didn't have freckles instead she had age spots. She was alot younger than me and I felt sorry for her.  She reminded me of my over ripped bananas at home on the counter and that was enough to send me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will keep doing what I've done for the last few years and that is fake it with sunless tanning lotion. I use Loreal Sublime Bronze Medium Deep Self Tanning Lotion and it works great. Just use gloves and you won't have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114858788980003051?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114858788980003051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114858788980003051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114858788980003051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114858788980003051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/age-spots-or-freckles.html' title='Age Spots or Freckles?'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114852150278368630</id><published>2006-05-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:45:02.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Thad Can't fit into his Uniform Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/body%20builder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/body%20builder.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you are guessing why it is that Thad can't button his old uniforms anymore. Well, Guess no longer.... It's because he's so ripped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114852150278368630?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114852150278368630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114852150278368630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114852150278368630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114852150278368630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-thad-cant-fit-into-his-uniform.html' title='Why Thad Can&apos;t fit into his Uniform Anymore'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114849624988501938</id><published>2006-05-24T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:44:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five 5's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Five Things in my Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nail Clippers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nail Filers&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A Pharmacy(Headache medicine, anti-diarrhea and other emergency medication)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A months worth of receipts from Walmart and Tops.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A Hotwheels Car&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Five Things in my Closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thad and I don't have our own closet so we use the kids closets.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In Maddie's closet I have all my old prom gowns and wedding dress.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In James's closet Thad has all his uniforms.  He would be crazy to try to button one of those uniforms on his manly frame now. (oh baby )&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In baskets at the end of our bed our clothes I keep trying on each week to see if they fit.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In the trunk of my car is clothes I have to return to JC Penny that don't fit.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Five Things in my Fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Slim Fast Optima (My miracle in a can)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Marinade Pork Chops that Thad called me up on the phone during lunch time today and told me to put together for him.  He is gonna to be a good husband and cook for me tonight.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Apple Flavor Water(I bought it on womens retreat and have yet to drink it)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hidden Chocolate Candy Bar(I won't tell you were it is)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Out dated yogurt.....The dog will eat it.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Five Things in my Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Empy cans of Slim Fast&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oral Gel (Don't ask)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Headache medicine&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Seat massager&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Tire pressure gauge (I check it more often then my gas gauge)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Five things in my "junk drawer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Headache medicine (Yep I have headache's)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No pens or pencils but lots of allen wrenchs.  Too bad they can't write.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A small sewing kit. ( one day I need it and it will be in the junk drawer)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hotel soap&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One latex glove with a finger missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114849624988501938?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114849624988501938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114849624988501938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114849624988501938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114849624988501938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/five-5s.html' title='The Five 5&apos;s'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114824326042801589</id><published>2006-05-21T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:27:40.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acupuncture for your bank account...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found this ad in the Ithaca Times last night during some down time I had at work.  I was totally blown away by the thought that there are people out there that would actually have this type of service rendered on their pets.  Thad complains enough about how much it cost to take me to the Chiropractor but what would he say if I told him our dog, Lulu, needed the adjustment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chiropractic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Acupuncture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dogs, Cats and Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Karen Gellman 227-5406&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ksg1@cornell.edu"&gt;ksg1@cornell.edu&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/21398392-114824326042801589?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114824326042801589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114824326042801589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114824326042801589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114824326042801589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/acupuncture-for-your-bank-account.html' title='Acupuncture for your bank account...'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114801216691032222</id><published>2006-05-18T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:16:06.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVIVOR HERE I COME</title><content type='html'>I am finally going to put my application in for a chance to be on Survivor.  Now I know it might be wishful thinking but I have watched this show since it first aired and I have always wanted to be one of the castaways.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules says I have to make a video of myself.  Anyone have any suggestions on what I should say or do.  I also get to take 7 weeks off from work and school if I get picked.  I like the sound of that.  I also have to update my passport.  Finding my old one is going to be tricky.  I think it is lost in the filling cabinet somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deadline to get everything in is Friday, June 16th.  I can do that.  If they call me for the first round of interviews I will have to travel to New York City and if chosen they will fly me to Los Angeles for another trial of interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need ideals for my video.   What else do I have to monkey around with this summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114801216691032222?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114801216691032222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114801216691032222&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114801216691032222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114801216691032222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/survivor-here-i-come.html' title='SURVIVOR HERE I COME'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114784072622499277</id><published>2006-05-16T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:44:44.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something I don't know.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I found this little questionaire in Oprah's magazine on the Dressbarn ad. I tried to email this to all my friends but my hotmail account must have been sleeping on the job. I get lots of great magazines at my work and if I can't find the one I want I go around to different waiting rooms looking for the perfect one.  So if your to cheep like me just let me know your interest and I will keep an eye out for your magazine. That is how I get my Oprah magazine. It is even this month's edition. Most of the time they are current. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My mother silly.  I was born and raised in North Carolina for 21 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Where would you like to live?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Montana because I read some fiction books that discribe the open mountains and rolling hills. It sounds like paradise and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What's the thing you're most proud of?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My children and being a Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite concert?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casting Crowns on May 5th was so cool. James and I had a great time and we really connected as mother and son. It was truly a chance of a lifetime to share great music and to watch him raise his hands and worship to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you like to do in your spare time?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Read fiction books and crafts especially sewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If you could erase anything in your memory, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The times I hurt Thad purposly just to get even at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your favorite for letter word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;THAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114784072622499277?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114784072622499277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114784072622499277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114784072622499277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114784072622499277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/tell-me-something-i-dont-know.html' title='Tell me something I don&apos;t know.........'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114772917130882528</id><published>2006-05-15T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:43:43.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slim Fast Plateau</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My secret to loosing 10 lbs in a month was my creamy chocolate milkshake called, "Slim Fast". They put 10 grams of protein in them which can hold me for hours. I can't tell you how much I believe in this new weight loss miracle because it has total revolutionize the way I put on my jeans. No more jumping around to get them on and no more of my little boy Ethan telling me that my butt is jiggling like jello. I still have another 10 lbs to go and that's work to be conquered. I have set my goal to be about July 4th. I hope to make the date and if so I will buy the best looking strapless dress for Thad that he has ever seen on me. Oh wait a minute I don't think he has ever seen me in one of those before. I don't want to give him a heart attack. Maybe a good old fashion sun dress will do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I decided to check to see how well I have been keeping off the 10 lbs and guess what. I have not move a lb. on the scale. I THINK I HAVE PLATEAUED. Plateau means a relatively stable level, period, or state. What am I to do about this? Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114772917130882528?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114772917130882528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114772917130882528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114772917130882528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114772917130882528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/slim-fast-plateau.html' title='Slim Fast Plateau'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114756312561847050</id><published>2006-05-13T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:32:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mothers Day Card From Maddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/maddiemothersdaycard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/200/maddiemothersdaycard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maddie made me a beautiful Mother's Day Card in Speech Class and while we were sitting at the dinning room table tonight she decided to go ahead and give it to me. I was putting on Maddie's fake french manicure stick on nails when she gave me her card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;           Inside it reads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;This is my mother she is very funny.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother's name is Crystal.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother is 29 years old.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother is crazy and wild.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother's favorite sport is gardening. (Whatever!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother's favorite color is yellow.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother's favorite food is ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother likes to watch TV.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother is good at sleeping in. (You betcha)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother likes it when I go shopping with her.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love it when my mother takes me shopping at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother and I like to cook brownies.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My mother is great because she lets me stay home and play sick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114756312561847050?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114756312561847050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114756312561847050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114756312561847050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114756312561847050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mothers-day-card-from-maddie.html' title='My Mothers Day Card From Maddie'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114728855260201987</id><published>2006-05-10T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:27:13.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another crab adventure......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/paintedshells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/paintedshells.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I promise this will be my last blog for awhile about our famous Hermit Crabs. The last two days have been pretty interesting because one of the crabs is changing his shell at night. He goes back and forth between his original shell and a shell we bought a Pet Smart. (By the way Pet Smart knows Ethan and I by name now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Maddie missed the bus because she was watching TV this morning and didn't here it pull up. I decided since she is my A+ student that she can stay home for the day. Besides I missed having her company. I wanted to keep Maddie and her brother, Ethan, busy so I went out into the garden shed and dug out a black container that has old shells from Okinawa inside it and brought them in to have them pick out for the crabs. My Dad retreived most of these shells on our scuba dives when I was about 12 years old. I doubt he would care that Hermit Crabs are going to use them now. They have been carried around on every family move my parent had and plus ours so it is time to give them good use. Therefore, I got to thinking that why couldn't we paint them like the ones they have at the PetSmart. They charge almost 3 times the price for crabs in painted shells. Well I am a crafty mom so I pulled out my paints and we sat down painting the shells all different colors like red, orange, and yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/maddiepaintedshells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/maddiepaintedshells.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I hope to get Thad to set our newest Digital Video Camera on a camera stand and take 4 sec. stills to see all their activities at night. When I was up the last two nights studing I have heard them banging their shells around and when I got up to see them in action I discovered that "Crabby" changed his shell.  I got so excited I ran upstairs to get Thad up.  He was not at all happy about that.  I don't think the crabs our on his #1 list of interesting phenomenons.  Oh well so what I am excited to see them change shells and so are the kids.  We need to capture everything on camera.  Why not it is what we bought this camera for anyways.  When are we ever gonna use its night features and stills on something better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is official over for the year for me. I will have the summer off to rejuvinate myself. I am looking forward to getting the house back into order.  I have several painting jobs lined up and sewing projects ready for my creative mind.  Have fun looking at our new painted shells. Maddie and Ethan did a great job. We will be happy to see which one they choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114728855260201987?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114728855260201987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114728855260201987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114728855260201987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114728855260201987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-crab-adventure.html' title='Another crab adventure......'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114712366586264909</id><published>2006-05-08T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:27:45.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Bring on the air condition. I have a sun roof in this car and even power windows but since she is so old the air condition doesn't work anymore. Well since we are too poor right now to fix that and our summer time is so short I have decided to make alittle fix to my problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt; I bought this at the dollar store. A little fan to hang on my mirror in the car will have to do the trick. I will go through some batteries but it will be a small price to pay to not have wind blown hair on my way to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt; Some days I amaze myself with what I can do.  I found a answer to my problem with just 1 dollar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/crystalairconditionpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/crystalairconditionpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ur newest member to our crab family is, Crabby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He does not come out very much to play with us but is really active at night. I had planned that this pet would be Ethan's duty in the house to care for them but they are starting to get alot of attention from all of us that we can't help but make sure they are getting everything they need. After the purchase of Crabby we determined that our crabitat was too small for the both of them so we had to buy a bigger space. They now rent this beautiful blue flat just next to the white fridge. They have a lovely view of the dinning room too. We also added so greenery to their new home and offered more shells to choose from if they decide to ever switch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/newcrabhome%20%283%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/newcrabhome%20%283%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114712366586264909?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114712366586264909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114712366586264909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114712366586264909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114712366586264909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/fixing-it-up.html' title='Fixing It Up'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114685268957572532</id><published>2006-05-05T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:17:54.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kip" the Hermit Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/crab%20%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/200/crab%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was bath time for our newest pet name, Kip. She is a Hermit Crap. We bought her a few days ago for Ethan to take care of at a pet store in Ithaca. James and Maddie have been doing all the research about how to take care of her and during me and Ethan's lunch time today we read about bathing your crab. It is important to give them a bath at least once a week. It keeps their gills moist. So Ethan took care of making sure Kip got clean from claw to claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/crab1%20%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/200/crab1%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is suppose to be at room temp and chlorine free. I think we need to find out if our well water has chlorine in our water. She can develop sores on his body and it can cause her to get sick. When we placed her in the water she got really active. After she was done washing we put her in James' book report shoe box to dry off. I didn't want to put her in her crabitat or else she would have sand all over her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/crab2%20%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/200/crab2%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good time for Ethan to replace her food and water and rearange her crabitat. He likes to do that alot. She is a really fun pet. Today he took her to pre-school and everyone loved her even Ethan's girlfriend. She told Ethan that she didn't realize he was a animal lover. How Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while James and I are at the Casting Crowns concert, Thad and the kids are going to go get Kip another friend. Research from James and Maddie suggest that Kip should have another crab to play with and keep company with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep you up-to-date with all our Hermit Crab information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114685268957572532?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114685268957572532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114685268957572532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114685268957572532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114685268957572532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/kip-hermit-crab.html' title='&quot;Kip&quot; the Hermit Crab'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114680204593913810</id><published>2006-05-04T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:07:25.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/maddieinpink%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/maddieinpink%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maddie loved the outfit I bought her when I went shopping with my girlfriends down in PA. She wore this to a school dance last week and I had Daddy take her picture to remember the moment. I used some styling gel and a curling iron on her hair to give it alittle flip and she thought that it was really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114680204593913810?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114680204593913810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114680204593913810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114680204593913810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114680204593913810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114671941997521607</id><published>2006-05-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:10:19.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paris Gang Rides Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend we went down to the Pocono's in PA to take alittle break from all the mess surrounding us here at home.  I am almost done with school.  My last day will be Tuesday, May 9th and I am so excited.  I am already making plans for what things need to be done around the home.  Thad is already trying to hide from me because he knows I am going to start putting him to work.   So anyways back to our fun get away weekend we had down in PA.  We stayed in a nice hotel in Scranton.  It had a huge indoor pool that was heated of course.  The hot tub was really big and I stayed in that thing till you could call me boiled and done.  Our room was on the 7th floor and we had a nice balcony that over looked the city.  It was nice and Thad and I had a relaxing time.  The next day we took the kids to Carson's Riding Stables.  Ethan was told he was too little to ride on the trail so he hung out with mom and took a pony ride.  But James and Maddie both rode a horse with Daddy on a 1 hour guided tour through the woods.  I was alittle worried when I saw how little they looked next to their horses but they had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back home Sunday night I had to go to the hospital.  I had a serious migraine attack.  The first one I  had in 3 months.  I didn't take my Topamax last week because my doctor told me to stop it for a bit to see if my jitter feeling would go away.  Well I have decided I can live with the jitter feeling.  Thad witness first hand how bad this migraine attack was infact I had to go back the next day and this time the doctor wanted to admit me to the hospital overnight.  I said no because I was starting to feel better by then.  Needless to say I am back on my medicine for good.   This has been the best preventative medicine so far for my headaches and I see now how important every dose is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost another 3 lbs this past week.  I am doing really good and I am  finally and starting to feel more like my old self.  I still have about another 13 lbs to go and then I will be at my goal.  I think I might make it by July 4th.  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan had Kindergarten registration the other day.  He is all excited about going to school.  He took a bus ride around Candor and practiced waiting for the bus driver to give the signal to cross.  His birthday is June 26 and he is turning 5 years old.  I can't believe it has been that long ago.  I think I will throw a birthday party for him at his favorite resturant.  He loves to eat at McDonalds.  Thad and I hate their food but Ethan likes it.    Today we went to the pet store and he got a Hermit crab.  He named it Kip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pretty much sums up the past week.  I should be able to keep everyone up to date with the Paris family events now that school is out for me.  I just couldn't make time for bloggin with all that Chemistry work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114671941997521607?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114671941997521607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114671941997521607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114671941997521607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114671941997521607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/paris-gang-rides-again.html' title='The Paris Gang Rides Again'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114429243112169597</id><published>2006-04-05T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:00:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Favorite Place in the World.</title><content type='html'>I love sitting on my couch all snuggled up with my kids.  It makes me feel so happy.  They all crowd around mom and hug on me and talk about their school day happenings with me when they got home.  That is what I did with them this afternoon because winter decided to remind us that he is not going anywhere just yet.  The kids had a early realease and so when they got home we watched the movie, "Racing Stripes".   I really like the humor that the flys have in the movie.   Normally I am at work or running out the door to go to school but today was just a lazy day to do nothing.  It felt good.  Real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 7 lbs.   Congrats to me!!  Thanks to my workout and low-fat dieting I am on my way to more weight loss.  It is coming rather slow but I do feel so much better about my appearence these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls weekend is in a few weeks and I am so excited that I can hardly wait.  I can't wait to see my  hero and leading man from my favorite show 24, "Keifer Sutherland" in his movie, "The Sentitenal".   I will also be getting either a massage or a facial massage during this trip too.  I look forward to this retreat every year.  It is my time to go away from the house and the kids and my job and just leave it all behind for one night and two days for a quick refresher.  God I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114429243112169597?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114429243112169597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114429243112169597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114429243112169597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114429243112169597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-most-favorite-place-in-world.html' title='My Most Favorite Place in the World.'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114343529018212764</id><published>2006-03-26T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:01:19.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship is.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is expressing personality and to share with each other dreams, interest, likes and dislikes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is compassion for each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is giving yourself to your friend and expecting nothing in return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is giving someone your inner most thoughts, feelings, and frustrations to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is trusting your friend with your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is faithfulness and loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I feel that a friendship has been lost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I feel that loyalties have been broken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I feel that my feeling and inner most thoughts have been ignored and if I feel abandoned by my one true friend today it is because I chose a human being to be this friend instead of choosing God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114343529018212764?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114343529018212764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114343529018212764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114343529018212764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114343529018212764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship-is.html' title='Friendship is.........'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114317776550235354</id><published>2006-03-23T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:24:09.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Big Nose You Have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/lulupic%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/lulupic%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am back into my schedule with my diet and exercise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although let me tell you I feel great but I think I pulled or stretched out some of my abdominal muscles. I still did a mile on my elliptical machine and worked out with my weights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I listen to old dance music from 1997.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite song and one that brings back memories is “Jelly Head” by Crush.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a really cool song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The beats are like really fast dance club music so it keeps me in step on my elliptical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan to weigh myself in the morning to see how much progress I have made and will post the news over the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am already starting to feel the results to cutting my calories down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My big Chemistry test that I have been stressing over went great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a 34/25 for my grade because I answered the bonus questions right. I was so proud of myself that when the teacher handed out our papers I had to cover my mouth to hide my smile because it was going from one ear to the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel so relieved to have it behind me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids were really cool about helping me study my flash cards and even James liked doing homework together with me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really have to thank God everyday for blessing me with such a supporting family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some things would just be impossible without their help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Lulu is my posted picture of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is a loving and sweet dog when she isn’t making a mess of our mud room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114317776550235354?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114317776550235354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114317776550235354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114317776550235354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114317776550235354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-what-big-nose-you-have.html' title='Oh What A Big Nose You Have!'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114297034374851805</id><published>2006-03-21T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:45:46.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well just to let you all know I crashed my diet for about three days now.  I am so down about it too.  I have been getting lots of help and support from my favorite men in my life though.  Ethan is supporting me by making his own Peanut Butter sandwiches so I won't be tempted into eating one myself.  Thad is encouraging me just to pick up where I left off at and of course I will do that starting tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I have a really big Chemistry exam so my stress level is way too high to think about my diet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I am trying to stay positive and focused, I know that I will always be my biggest motivator when it comes to pushing me to succeed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have moved my date for my weigh loss goal back a week to March 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.   This will give me a chance to make up some lost time.  I need to get motivated and focused again on my game plan.  I still plan to weigh in on March 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; but I won’t really count the lbs. earned or gained because I really slipped up on my exercising and calorie counting over the last couple of days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114297034374851805?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114297034374851805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114297034374851805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114297034374851805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114297034374851805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-it-together.html' title='Getting it Together'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114254284463541355</id><published>2006-03-16T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:00:44.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rats Play Blackjack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since daddy has been gone and I have been out of work this week the kids and I have been climbing the walls. I try my best not to go places andnot to empty the bank account while he is away so we pretty much have been hanging home in the evening watching all our favorite shows and movies. Tonight before Survivor came on we had alittle time to waste so James got out a deck of cards he found in the game closet. Madalyn was nice enough to take our picture so daddy could have an update on how we have been doing since he has been gone. Ethan is too little to really pay attention and play so we gave him his own little deck of cards to play with and he is building a tower of cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I would try to teach the kids a basic hand of Blackjack. We didn't bet or anything but rather just see who could win each hand against each other. The rules we played by were pretty simple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The deck was place in the center of us and acted as the dealer&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;We each took two cards( I explained to the kids the point system which is a king, queen, jack and ten are always worth 10 points each; the ace can be either 11 points or 1 point; and the other cards are their face value-an eight is worth 8 points, for example.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If the two cards they took didn't equal 21 they can take another card but if they go over 21 they were out.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;We added our own twist which was the one closet to 21 but not over 21 points could win the hand if nobody had 21 exactly in that hand.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The kids really had alot of fun and they really can count fast. Madalyn won alot of the hands. She does really well at almost all our family games we play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Dieting is going great. Calories are still around 1500. I been excercising everyother day. I should workout today but I am feeling really lazy this afternoon. ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114254284463541355?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114254284463541355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114254284463541355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114254284463541355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114254284463541355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/rats-play-blackjack.html' title='The Rats Play Blackjack!'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114236733514085613</id><published>2006-03-14T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:15:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making New Strides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/crystalonstep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/crystalonstep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today has been a very cold and windy morning so far in Willseyville. The weather went from being warm and in the 50's to around 30 and chilly. Our dog, Lulu, has been upstairs laying on Thads side of the bed getting warm from the heating blanket. She doesn't even want to go outside to run around. Thad put her electric colar back on the other day since the weather was nicer but today she is lazy and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and I painted with water colors today. He had a fun moring with mommy and we laughed over our drawings of each other and took turns pretending to be professional painters. He is so fun to play with sometimes. But he turned cranky on me quickly and mommy had to put him down for a nap before things got ugly. That was good for me anyways because I needed time to hit my Elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out every other day. I am getting use to my schedule. I am trying to stay positive about my goal of losing 7lbs by March 25th although I will admit it is hard to believe it will happen. I just want it so badly. I sometimes find myself thinking that I won't get rid of this weigh ever. Motivation and Positive thinking is the hardest part of this whole thing. Everytime I turn around I want to say, "Eat what ever you want". I am trying so hard to stay focused. Its just so hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days I have kept my diet under or at 1500 calories. Last night I had Eddie's Ice Cream Slow Turn with the kids. It has half the calories and fat. I really can't tell the difference. I also like the new salad dressing out by Kraft. It is called, "Light Done Right". The Ranch flavor is my favorite. It is half the fat and calories of regular Ranch dressing and the sodium content is the same in both. So your not get more sodium in place of calories for taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Reminder to all my Ouilting buddies we have a Quilting party this Saturday at church from 10am - 2pm. Pizza and Soda is provide. Call me if you are planning on attending or email me by Friday so I know how much pizza to order.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114236733514085613?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114236733514085613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114236733514085613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114236733514085613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114236733514085613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-new-strides.html' title='Making New Strides'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114218419892543822</id><published>2006-03-12T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:23:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willseyville Goes Digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so excited that we just got Digital Cable TV.  We have had regular cable forever but now we have digital and it offers alot more channels for almost the same price as regular cable.  It took alittle to talk Thad into letting us sign up for it but in the end I think he will use it just as much as me.  He really likes the Game Show Network.  We use to have that channel when we lived in Endicott and when we moved it was not offered on Ithaca cable.  He programed everything for me last night and taught me how to use the controller.  The one feature I like is parental controls.  Now we can really be sure the kids don't stumble on to TV shows that are not for there viewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;****Special Notice to all my friends who watch Survivor.  I was informed by my hubby that it is on Wednesday this week instead of Thursday.****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Day Two  March 11 th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieting is really getting harder each day that goes by.  Saturdays  eating habits were really good and I stayed right under 1500 calories for the whole day.  I didn't however excercise because I wanted to give my body alittle rest from Friday's workout.  The journaling is helping me realize how important my sucess is to me and I know that I will meet my 7 lb goal by March 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114218419892543822?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114218419892543822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114218419892543822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114218419892543822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114218419892543822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/willseyville-goes-digital.html' title='Willseyville Goes Digital'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114209961801161611</id><published>2006-03-11T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:53:38.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh on the Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I made it through my first day on my first schedule of my diet and excercise program.   I really have decided that I want to loose  at least 10.4 kg by June  1st.  That date seems really close to me  but on a calendar it is still many months away.  I decided also to track my weigh loss in killograms verses pounds just to give me a better perspective on things.  The numbers are much smaller for starters and I can blog about it and feel less embarrassment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work out and Calorie Intake for March 10th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardio (including weigh lifting, crunches, lunges) and I worked out for 45 minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My total number of calories for the day was 1530.  I ate 390 calories at Breakfast.  I ate 230 calories at lunch and I ate 700 calories for dinner.  I ate 215 calories for my mid-afternoon snack.  Dinner was a late dinner so there was no late night snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thad took me out for dinner last night at The Antlers.  I ate a really good Seafood Chowder Soup.  I also had a nice baked potatos and only about 2 bites of my crap cakes.  They tasted kinda of nuked in the microwave.  I also had some wine which I really should drink cause of my migraine headaches but it takes so good.  It gives me the giggles and well Thad likes that sort of thing.  We had alot of fun and I am really glad he made a point to take me out before his big trip.  Things have been kinda of tense I guess you could say in our home the last few weeks and it really made me feel like no matter what is going on he still will miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Use this link to convert your weigh from pounds to killograms if you need too.  I use it for myself also I am learning how to do converting for nursing schoool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldwidemetric.com/metcal.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114209961801161611?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114209961801161611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114209961801161611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114209961801161611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114209961801161611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/weigh-on-brain_11.html' title='Weigh on the Brain'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114197376720820721</id><published>2006-03-10T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:56:07.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have been really feeling guilty lately because as you know it is now March.  When we went to Canada I made a promise to myself to work really hard at getting back into shape.  I  didn't stick with my plan to start this year off tring harder to loose the weigh I put on back last spring.  So I have  decided to really stick to a diet and excercise program. Although last night I treated myself to one of my favorite candy bars and piged out on really high calorie pizza to say goodbye to my past. I know that I feel lousy because I have gave myself little to feel good about. Well I am going to change all that. I hope to make it work. I plan to start using my blog to kind of keep myself honest and use it as a way of checking in with myself.  I hate having to have too many places to log everything in so I will just do it in my blog.  Who cares if you read or not.  I will have the whole world and my close friends to keep me positive toward my goals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Todays plans are to hit the gym before work. Eat only 1500 calories. And only have 1 glass of sweet tea. I can do this I know I can. So just in case you forgot my plan let me itemize it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hit gym before going to work. (Cardio 30 min. + 30 min weigh training)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Eat 1500 calorie &amp; keep food journal on blog.  (thats going to be shocking to some of you)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Limit sweat tea to (1) 8oz glass a day.  (I am already crying about this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*At the end of each day I will just log on and list all my food and bev's for the day and any excercise I did to help me along.   I will keep my weekly weigh-in's to myself.  (A girl has to have some secrets)&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My goal for March 25th is to loose 7lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wish me luck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114197376720820721?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114197376720820721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114197376720820721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114197376720820721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114197376720820721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/weigh-my-blog.html' title='Weigh My Blog'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114176789671345899</id><published>2006-03-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:49:26.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to think of my migraines anymore these days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/200/IMG_7603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of you who have had a chance to here me complain lately about my medical problems again you would know that I am desperately searching for an end to these migraines. I got down on my knees this morning by my couch. While speaking to God for the first time in the a.m. my son Ethan decided he would join me in prayer. How proud I am of my own children these days. They love Jesus so much. They speak to him like as if he is a family pet or relative or just even a friend. I find myself speaking to him today as my last hope. That made me feel so ashamed today. Why have I not came to him sooner for these needs of mine. Why do I wait till it is out of my own control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been depending on drugs, doctors, and special high tech machinary to tell me how to feel and when I will get better. All of along God could have been helping me and I have turned my back on him. Today I felt like I deserved to have these headaches for being so stupid. I always try to contro everthing. I control my marriage at times. I control my job to much and school to much. I don't want to depend on anyone. So I end up setting myself up for failure when things get too tough and I realize I need his help everyday. But then I go back into that pig headed way and start the process all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this has to be the biggest blog I have ever done. But don't worry I will post a pretty picture to go along with it just for fun. After my prayer today I made alittle note in my new journal book. Yes, I have a new journal. Since Sunday after our class discussed writing stuff down daily I got one. Even if it also is my daily planner and calendar and events book too. I didn't want to have too many books lying around you know. Plus all Thad needs to find is journal that talks about how good last nights love making was. I don't want that to go to his head you know. Plus he would also be shocked that we do it more than he realizes. He is always saying it has been weeks. Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just a few sentences of my journal entries today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt; God is today and tommorow my first thought and praise of the day.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; I ask him to bless my children and my husband as they go off into their day as I go back to sleep. That is pretty funny but it will be truth.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;All my duties God needs me to do will be placed first in the day.  Enough with trying to say I can't do it.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for reading my blog today. I hope that my headaches will go away soon. I am putting my faith in God today. Tommorrow I will need to start that belief all over again because I know I will have to fight that desire to try to handle it myself with the pills, test, and doctors ideals of what they think will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Crystal Breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114176789671345899?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114176789671345899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114176789671345899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114176789671345899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114176789671345899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-to-think-of-my-migraines-anymore.html' title='What to think of my migraines anymore these days?'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-114127927799407779</id><published>2006-03-02T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:11:03.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/Maddie%20Cheerleading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/Maddie%20Cheerleading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am off to fight the power that be down at the local court house in Ithaca. Yes that right as most you know I got a ticket again. That is ok. We all make mistakes and I keep making this one. I am hopeful that the judge will look favorable on me and give me a lessor charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thad will be taking Ethan to pre-school for me. If we don't get snowed in out here in Willseyville. When we get snow we really get hammered. Ethan has a little girlfriend that likes him and plays with him on Thursdays at school. He only goes on Thursday and Fridays. Maddie got her haircut last night after her trip to the doctors. She has a ear infection. James played his french horn for the adults at Wednesday Nights prayer group for the praise and talent. He played,"Mary had a little Lamb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I am off work so I am so excited to be able to go to our Friday night sunday school get together. I think we are going to have have a great time and I can't wait to go. I wanted to post a picture of Maddie from Cheerleading on the Blog. She is so beautiful. I am just so proud of her how she dedicated herself and her talent to Cheerleading this season. She did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Upstairs Bathroom Renovations Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At this time their is nothing to report.  My husband has currently done nothing to put us closer to having a full functioning bathroom.  If you have a husband who is available to do manual labor please have him give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nursing School Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just past my first Chemistry Exam.  I was with the an exception of only a few others out of a class of 45 students got a high 8o.  I am so relieved.  It was really hard.  My online class is lots of fun. I am having alot of fun in school.  There are moments when it is stressful and moments where I am laughing at how exciting the stuff is that I am learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-114127927799407779?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114127927799407779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=114127927799407779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114127927799407779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/114127927799407779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-2-2005.html' title='March 2, 2005'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-113828763855030391</id><published>2006-01-26T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:00:38.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone does something different here in Willseyville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James takes after is father and loves to get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_DV_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_DV_144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan got his love for corn on the cob from someone in the family.  Maybe Grandpa Paris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_7138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/320/IMG_7138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie is our new Chef and offers alot of help around dinner time. &lt;br /&gt;She is really good at her new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-113828763855030391?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113828763855030391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=113828763855030391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113828763855030391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113828763855030391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyone-does-something-different-here.html' title='Everyone does something different here in Willseyville'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-113828696964247757</id><published>2006-01-26T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:49:29.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I am alone at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_6533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all alone today at least til 12:00.  What a great feeling to finally have all the kids in school.  It is so amazing to be so care free right now.  I have time for almost anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to post some great pictures of the kids.  I love take pictures of them.   Each one of the kids has a different personality.  I am so glad that they love each other and the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to look at my pictures I posted.   As for anything else today I am lounging around the house.  I am going to work on my online course and do an excercise video.  Then I will be off to pick up Ethan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-113828696964247757?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113828696964247757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=113828696964247757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113828696964247757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113828696964247757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-i-am-alone-at-last.html' title='Finally I am alone at last.'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-113804152457073612</id><published>2006-01-23T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:38:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/1600/IMG_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/2163/400/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-113804152457073612?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113804152457073612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=113804152457073612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113804152457073612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113804152457073612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21398392.post-113803981886493222</id><published>2006-01-23T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:10:18.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God provides everything I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When I woke up this morning to my kids telling me that today they would catch the bus at 10:15 am instead of the normal 8:15 due to snow I was thankful to God.  He knew that like every weekend I have off I fill it to the max leaving me feeling so tired on Mondays.  I slept till 10 am and I got up to watch my kids get on the bus.  Ethan my youngest who is not in school full time was waiting for me to join him on the couch for a movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our choice was no other than the Goonies.  My all time favorite movie from 1985.  What a classic.  My kids love Goonies.  Ethan especially because he is a little goonies himself.  Always getting into everything and making trouble for his older brother and sister.  Hey, someone ate all my Everlasting Gobstoppers by the computer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope Lulu didn't do it.  She is sneaky like that sometimes.  Well I am going to get my scrubs cleaned for work tonight.  God Bless..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21398392-113803981886493222?l=parisratrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113803981886493222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21398392&amp;postID=113803981886493222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113803981886493222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21398392/posts/default/113803981886493222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisratrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-provides-everything-i-need.html' title='God provides everything I need.'/><author><name>Crystal Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15007340651046072988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.fotolode.com/images/Mallard607/crystalforblogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
