<?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-5085691472076281444</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:43:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What I Think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-5360806119573519147</id><published>2007-11-18T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:28:10.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photohunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;PHOTOHUNT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134439834359906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/R0Ex02-jQrI/AAAAAAAAACo/ytN1sM4hPw0/s320/512888096_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134440315396244178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/R0EyQ2-jQtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9x8nXJhc25I/s320/IMGP0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134440031928402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/R0EyAW-jQsI/AAAAAAAAACw/zVGPve50LMg/s320/priceless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I love ______ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this man. He loves me to no end, he loves our kids even more than that, he's a great provider for our family, he makes me laugh, he's a wonderful cook, he sings when he thinks noone is listening, he laughs at the silly things, he doesn't sweat the small stuff.....he's just wonderful! Life doesn't get any better than this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-5360806119573519147?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/5360806119573519147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=5360806119573519147' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5360806119573519147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5360806119573519147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/photohunt_18.html' title='Photohunt'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/R0Ex02-jQrI/AAAAAAAAACo/ytN1sM4hPw0/s72-c/512888096_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-2351663763107972439</id><published>2007-11-13T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:08:58.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/Rzp2VJi5b_I/AAAAAAAAACg/mB09L_uCSQU/s1600-h/asleep+with+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132544831053721586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/Rzp2VJi5b_I/AAAAAAAAACg/mB09L_uCSQU/s320/asleep+with+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5085691472076281444-2351663763107972439?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/2351663763107972439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=2351663763107972439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2351663763107972439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2351663763107972439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday_13.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/Rzp2VJi5b_I/AAAAAAAAACg/mB09L_uCSQU/s72-c/asleep+with+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-6509024636254857988</id><published>2007-11-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:03:37.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Budding Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzpyAZi5b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/iPuMTVrXG70/s1600-h/magster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132540076524924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzpyAZi5b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/iPuMTVrXG70/s320/magster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/Rzpx5Zi5b9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XTvsJ1YzSVI/s1600-h/budding+artist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132539956265840594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/Rzpx5Zi5b9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XTvsJ1YzSVI/s320/budding+artist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her newest work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's called "Permanent Black Ink Pen on Beige Couch" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's really gifted, our daughter. Who knew she had such emotion and depth in her scribble art.....just look at the arcs and slides she took with the pen. She truly has a talent. Either that or a forgetful mother who left the pen out on the desk close to the edge where it could be reached by chubby little tiny hands. I'm not sure which. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-6509024636254857988?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/6509024636254857988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=6509024636254857988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/6509024636254857988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/6509024636254857988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-budding-artist.html' title='Our Budding Artist'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzpyAZi5b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/iPuMTVrXG70/s72-c/magster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-2190534314382286422</id><published>2007-11-10T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:27:47.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photohunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTOHUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131449541508574594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaSK6B1rYI/AAAAAAAAACI/AIRJyr1ybfs/s320/IMGP0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"flexible"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best example of this weeks theme is going to have to be my blue jeans.  Boy are they flexible.  They are stretchy, and ready to wear anywhere, and always give me that extra room when I need it!  Thanks jeans, for being so flexible!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-2190534314382286422?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/2190534314382286422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=2190534314382286422' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2190534314382286422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2190534314382286422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/photohunt.html' title='Photohunt'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaSK6B1rYI/AAAAAAAAACI/AIRJyr1ybfs/s72-c/IMGP0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-1827985850509973285</id><published>2007-11-10T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:09:17.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Affair</title><content type='html'>So...I've been having an affair for about 20 years now. My husband is fully aware of it....and has even encouraged it at times. My family is also aware of the sordid affair. I'm really not ashamed of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having an affair with shoes. We're totally in love. I can't go a single day without my lover, and I want more of my lover all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I'm going to recount some of the memorable moments I've spent with my long friend shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaI_KB1rTI/AAAAAAAAABg/gh6lEXZ2gBE/s1600-h/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131439444040461618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaI_KB1rTI/AAAAAAAAABg/gh6lEXZ2gBE/s320/shoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a summer trist that shoes and I had a few years ago. We were really in love, and the weather was great! No children were involved then, and so a slightly tall heel was a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131439899306995010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s320/shoes+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; These came from the same summer. Of course this trip to shoes house was taken without the husband's knowledge,and he wasn't too happy when I returned home with shoes along side me!! Unfortunately I've never gotten the chance to go out with these shoes again.  They are in their box, at the top of the closet, waiting for the perfect outfit and occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKFqB1rVI/AAAAAAAAABw/V6inyqPPYWY/s1600-h/shoes+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131440655221239122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKFqB1rVI/AAAAAAAAABw/V6inyqPPYWY/s320/shoes+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were from a great beach trip that shoes and I took together with husband. I LOVE THESE SANDALS! The kitten heels are the perfect height, the green is wonderful, and I love the way they make my feet look too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKb6B1rWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-ydfXET1U2Y/s1600-h/shoes+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131441037473328482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKb6B1rWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-ydfXET1U2Y/s320/shoes+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my favorites! The wedge heel is wonderful, the chocolate patent leather, the pink stitching, and husband loves them as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, having children really threw a wrench into the affair with shoes. No longer was I able to handle shoes high heels, or even slightly high heels......my time was better served by tennis shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKtKB1rXI/AAAAAAAAACA/XD_n6yZXQ0Q/s1600-h/shoes+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131441333826071922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaKtKB1rXI/AAAAAAAAACA/XD_n6yZXQ0Q/s320/shoes+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are post kids shoes. The affair ain't what it used to be. Notice the low, or non-existent, heel, notice the lack of laces, or beads, or feathers, or any embellishment at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope the affair ain't what it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't get me wrong, we're still very in love.....VERY. It's just the shoes I used to go out with everynight, and party til the sun came up with are really no long interested in me. I'm completely interested in them......I long for them sometimes. I know that one day, we will meet again, and we'll be able to pick up together right where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaJZqB1rUI/AAAAAAAAABo/bRIKLpHNo_c/s1600-h/shoes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-1827985850509973285?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/1827985850509973285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=1827985850509973285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1827985850509973285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1827985850509973285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/affair.html' title='The Affair'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzaI_KB1rTI/AAAAAAAAABg/gh6lEXZ2gBE/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-7991451198761613030</id><published>2007-11-07T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:35:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130122331168855810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzHbFGOeVwI/AAAAAAAAABY/-bSFrtl3l64/s320/wordless.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-7991451198761613030?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/7991451198761613030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=7991451198761613030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/7991451198761613030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/7991451198761613030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RzHbFGOeVwI/AAAAAAAAABY/-bSFrtl3l64/s72-c/wordless.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-364984060692967349</id><published>2007-11-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:28:39.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday!!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love Sundays?  I do.  It's probably my favorite day of the week.  It's our sleep late day around here.....and my husband usually gets up first with the kids, and makes a great breakfast!  I know, it's sickening, but he really is that great.  Then we play with the babies, and they'll take a nap and we'll veg in front of the t.v. and catch up on tivo'd shows.  And then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Cowboy's fans around these parts, and our team is really doing well this year!  Nothing is better than when your team wins on Sunday.  Of course Dallas did not dissapoint today, and they won against Philly.....how 'bout them Cowboys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was it for today.....a great lazy Sunday!  The best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took this silly quiz.....it's supposed to tell you what year you belong in....ridiculous, Iknow, but on a lazy Sunday what better is there to do.  Anyway, it says I belong in the year 1997, which is the year I graduated from high school!  Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the quiz yourself here at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-364984060692967349?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/364984060692967349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=364984060692967349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/364984060692967349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/364984060692967349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-you-just-love-sundays-i-do.html' title='Sunday!!'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-2538508969389918268</id><published>2007-11-04T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:36:29.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>Cartoonhusband and I hosted a couple's baby shower for some friends of ours that are having their first child.  It was a lot of fun, and they got some really great stuff....and it made me think back to my baby shower, and the way things were before I had my first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I was one of those pregnant women who says she'll have the perfect routine, and plan everything out so that it will be really organized and neat and orderly.  I promised myself that I wouldn't let my housework go because of the baby.  I discussed parenting styles with Cartoonhusband and what type of parents we should be.  I swore I would never buy into the licensed characters thing, and would never give my daughter a birthday party themed after one of these characters.  I told myself that I would never let my child watch television until she was at least 5!!  I knew that I didn't want to be that parent that bored other people with the newest photos of their kid and stories about the amazing feats they had accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all bogus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine-Schmoutine!  Yeah right!  I didn't really have a routine with my daughter until she was about 18 months old....and then my son was born and that went right out the window!  A brand new baby makes it almost impossible to have a normal routine.  As soon as they're sleeping through the night, they cut out a nap during the day.....precious time that was used to clean something or plan dinner or nap myself.  Or you think that you've gotten nap times figured out and when everything is going to be, and then they start teething and throw a wrench in those plans.  Nothing, at least for me, has been routine since having a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housework??  Really??  Not with a baby.  This one was really hard for me at first.  People would come over and the house was a wreck.  Clothes everywhere, dishes piled up in the sink, rugs that hadn't been vaccuumed in weeks.  But really having a baby puts things into perspective.  A clean house isn't the most important thing.....it's getting 10 seconds of sleep while the baby is sleeping that matters.  And really a happy baby, and a semi-rested mama are more important than a sparkling home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parenting style changes everyday....because our kids change everyday.  One afternoon Maggie will respond to the stern voice saying "NO", and the next she'll pretend that I'm not even there at all!  So I've always got to be on my toes as to how I'll enforce rules and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as licensed characters go.....my daughter had an all Elmo party for her second birthday....enough said.  I caved.  She just loves that darn red monster so much!  What's a mom to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for television.....Hello??  She didn't fall in love with Elmo without watching at least one hour of Sesame Street a day.  And before that I found a show called Classical Baby on HBO.....it's like baby crack or something!  She loved it!  She would be screaming her head off and I could turn it on and she would sit there mesmerized by the animation and music.  Most recently she's gotten a small crush on the Backyardigans.  So the no t.v. thing.....gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I'm the parent that sends those boring email updates about what our kids have done recently and the photos to back it all up.  And I'm the worst.....I send the Christmas photo card of the kids to everyone I know, and even people I haven't seen in ages, but I still have an address for....they get one too!  I just can't imagine that everyone wouldn't want to see my BEAUTIFUL children, or hear about how amazing they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things we tell ourselves before we have kids.  The promises and perfect ideals that we swear to achieve!  It's fun to remember how silly I was, and think now about great life is with both of my babies in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-2538508969389918268?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/2538508969389918268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=2538508969389918268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2538508969389918268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2538508969389918268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-8188619772987476584</id><published>2007-11-02T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:15:51.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photohunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/"&gt;PHOTOHUNT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RywTOWOeVuI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEycDLY29TY/s1600-h/Maggie+frosting+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128495212873537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RywTOWOeVuI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEycDLY29TY/s320/Maggie+frosting+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RywTOmOeVvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dkZObW5q2j4/s1600-h/Maggie+frosting+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128495217168504562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RywTOmOeVvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dkZObW5q2j4/s320/Maggie+frosting+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"classic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has to be one of the most classic childhood things to do. Lick the beaters after your mom has made something yummy! This was my daughter after I made some homemade chocolate frosting! I love doing things like this with her because some of my favorite childhood memories are baking with my mother, and I hope she'll remember these times with me as fondly as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-8188619772987476584?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/8188619772987476584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=8188619772987476584' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/8188619772987476584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/8188619772987476584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/photohunt-classic-this-has-to-be-one-of.html' title='Photohunt'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RywTOWOeVuI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEycDLY29TY/s72-c/Maggie+frosting+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-3490041777240699788</id><published>2007-11-01T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:02:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Gold</title><content type='html'>Cartoonhusband is killing me, y'all! I really don't know what to do with him some days! Today had to be one of the worst! Let me tell you what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing with the kids in the living room, minding my own business when I hear a "HELLO!" at the door. I immediately yell for cartoonhusband becauese I had no idea who it was and......I'll admit I was still in my pajamas. So he steps outside for what I think will be a quick "Thanks, but not thanks.....we're not interested" thing.....but no. He was outside for a good 10 minutes before he comes back in asking where the checkbook is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I ask. "Because I'm getting a great deal!" he says. I immediately start to worry. I remember that cartoonhusband is not that good at saying no to salesmen, and I wonder what he's agreed to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of great deal?" I ask. "Look at all of these steaks we're going to get......and for only $298.00!!!" He looks at me like a kid who was just told Christmas would come twice this year. He's holding some list of steaks, burgers, and other meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you new here?" I ask. "Did we suddenly become rich and I didn't know it?" He loses the face. "What are you talking about? That's like $700 worth of steak for less than half!" he says. I couldn't believe it! Was he serious? We can't afford $300 for MEAT! Christmas is coming, family member birthdays....and oh yeah, we're trying to refinance the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I win this small argument and he goes back outside to tell the guy to leave......or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes back in..."Where's the checkbook?" "No." I say. "But look....now we're going to get all of this for only $100" "NO!" And back out he goes......and back in he comes...."Where's the checkbook.....BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING IT'S ONLY $50" I really don't know what to say at this point. I tell him where the checkbook is, because 50 dollars isn't really that bad for what he was going to get, and I figured we'd invite friends over and treat them to a great dinner! So he goes back outside with a blank check......big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoonhusband comes back in carrying the biggest box you've ever seen! It was loaded with steaks and burgers, and tons of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of that was $50?" I ask. He looks at me with a nervouse smile. "Well......more like $150.....but look at all of this great stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak to him for the rest of the afternoon. Later on, while we were making dinner in silence he asked me how long I was going to stay mad at him. He obviously doesn't know me as well as I thought he did......I can stay mad forever! "You know....you should be thanking me!" he says. "For what? Blowing $150 on MEAT!" "No, for giving you some blogging gold! Now you'll have something to write about tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really could have killed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-3490041777240699788?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/3490041777240699788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=3490041777240699788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/3490041777240699788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/3490041777240699788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-gold.html' title='Blog Gold'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-7789360724661347018</id><published>2007-10-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:43:48.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is coming!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Halloween! Every year my husband and I host a wild (well, wild for people who have two small children and have to get up every morning at 7:00 am) party! I look forward to Halloween all year long. As soon as our party is over I'm thinking about what we'll dress up as for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://dragonstardays.blogspot.com/"&gt;dragonstar&lt;/a&gt; left me this adorable Halloween treat, and so I've decided to share it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126968850216015554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RyanAWOeVsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1IeMa4f3bW0/s320/4thtreat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This treat belongs to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dawn - &lt;a href="http://www.mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom2my6pack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angie - &lt;a href="http://awholelotofnothing.net/"&gt;A Whole lot of Nothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mishelle - &lt;a href="http://www.secretagentmama.com/blog/"&gt;Secret Agent Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valarie - &lt;a href="http://thebutchkodynasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Please don't put those beans up your nose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope everyone's Halloween is the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-7789360724661347018?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/7789360724661347018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=7789360724661347018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/7789360724661347018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/7789360724661347018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-is-coming.html' title='Halloween is coming!!'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RyanAWOeVsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1IeMa4f3bW0/s72-c/4thtreat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-5142285256614722756</id><published>2007-10-28T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:33:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Truck</title><content type='html'>Cartoonhusband has done it again! It never ceases to amaze me with how cartoon-like his behaviour can be! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our house we love nice days.....it means we can open all the windows and air the place out! Today was just one of those days, perfect weather....a mild 73, and the windows were all up. Our daughter, though she's never been able to partake of the sweets, knows the chimes of the ice cream truck, and everytime she hears the songs she'll stop what she's doing, turn her mouth into a circle and then say "ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!!" Of course she has no idea what's really on the ice cream truck, and I'm sure if she did there would be more than just an acknowledgment that it's in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, with the window's all up the tell-tale chimes came wafting into the house. Like tiny radars my daughters ears picked up the sound while the truck was just turning onto the street, which is pretty far away because we live on a really long street. "ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!!" she says. I looked at cartoonhusband and said "Why don't we get her a treat.....let's let her find out what the ice cream truck really is!" So he jumps up and begins to look for change. He can't find any. The chimes are getting closer. "ICE CREAM TRUCK, ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!!!" she says again. Cartoonhusband looks at me in panic. "There are dollars in my purse on the table" I say, and he sprints for the bag. He quickly grabs the dollars and turns to head to the door. The chimes are getting closer. Suddenly he's running through the living room / mine field. There are toys EVERYWHERE! (our daughter had her second birthday yesterday and made out like a bandit) So he's stepping on dolls and there's a confusing chorus of squeaks, "ma-ma"s, bells, whistles, and a tickle me Elmo extreme. Finally he's through the gauntlet and out the door, Maggie and I in tow, and he runs to the end of our front-walk just in time to see the truck turn on the block right before our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly cartoonhusband turned to look at me and on his face was the look of someone who had just had their puppy stolen. He was crushed. All that effort so that Maggie would finally know what the ice cream truck truly was, and nothing. And suddenly I started to giggle. Eventually I was laughing loud, tears rolling. It was just so funny. Not that poor Maggie would have to wait until another time, but how he was able to take something so easy and make it this huge event in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love him people!  He keeps me rolling with laughter all day long......how could you not love someone like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-5142285256614722756?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/5142285256614722756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=5142285256614722756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5142285256614722756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5142285256614722756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/ice-cream-truck.html' title='Ice Cream Truck'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-503062562136453189</id><published>2007-10-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:20:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photohunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RyLKemOeVrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/N7ulXcPZtQQ/s1600-h/IMGP0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125881952907187890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RyLKemOeVrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/N7ulXcPZtQQ/s320/IMGP0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnchick.com/"&gt;PHOTOHUNT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"pink"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When ever I think of pink, I think of my makeup case. I'm a total girly girl....but being a stay at home mom to two kids under 2 I rarely get the chance to put makeup on. So it's usually a special day when I break out the makeup case, and I guess that's why I love it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-503062562136453189?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/503062562136453189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=503062562136453189' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/503062562136453189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/503062562136453189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/photohunt.html' title='Photohunt'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xuu6oQI1SQ/RyLKemOeVrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/N7ulXcPZtQQ/s72-c/IMGP0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-1976268701994733160</id><published>2007-10-25T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:14:58.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>It's coming up fast and it can't be stopped......everyday it's getting closer! Christmas card season. I used to be one of those people that hated Christmas cards. I thought they were dumb....and that the people that sent them needed better things to do with their time. But oh how the tides have turned since I had a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had Maggie we've been the couple that sends everyone they know and have a current address for a holiday photo card of their kid!! People don't see or talk to all year get the photo holiday card from us because of course they want to see how amazing and advanced and absolutely beautiful our children are!  And of course we get their cards as well, and we sit and look at the kids and wonder how it's possible that ours are so much cuter!!  We'll also wonder sometimes who they're from....."Hey, isn't that the girl that you took biology with in college?  How did she get our address?  When did she have a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it's the same thing......card season approaches and I begin to think about Christmas dresses and sweaters, and I decide what will look best in the photo.  I'll pick out an expensive dress that will only be worn once, and find something to match for Jake to wear -- because they absolutely have to match!  The kids will get the super duty scrub to make sure they're clean and shiny, and the tree in the background will be decorated with all the glitz! Then after only 164 pictures we'll get the perfect photograph for the card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took forever last year....Maggie asked "what's that?" and said "LIGHT!!" every time the flash went off. And she would point at cartoonhusband in the background making faces and jumping around to make her laugh. Instead of laughing she just looked puzzled and confused. Keeping her out of the tree was a whole other fiasco, and we lost many an ornament to the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year there are two! It was hard enough getting one to smile and look at the camera, but now two! And trying to get them to do it all at the same time!! I'm tempted to photo-shop their heads onto other bodies and avoid the whole mess altogether!  You know those demo photos on the cards online.  The kids look perfect and are all smiling and seem like they totally love being there having their picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just take the photo of them screaming and crying with Maggie pushing Jake out of the frame because he just pulled her hair ......maybe i'll send that on the card. It would be a more accurate glimpse of what everyday life is like around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't mean that. I'll be there in front of the tree with squeak toys and cheesy smiles trying to make them laugh for that perfect Christmas card photo.....only this year I think I should start a little earlier!  I wonder how cartoonhusband will feel about putting the tree up after Halloween instead of Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-1976268701994733160?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/1976268701994733160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=1976268701994733160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1976268701994733160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1976268701994733160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-5514573205980148824</id><published>2007-10-24T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:42:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle while you work!</title><content type='html'>I applied for a job yesterday. A real, true life, go out and work job. Like not at home with the kids, out in the real world, talking to real adults all day job. I'm scared. I haven't worked in years. Like 3 years. So I know, that's really not that long, but it really is if you think about it. Lots of things change in three years.....I certainly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago I didn't know how to change a diaper. I didn't know what a Backyardigan was. I couldn't tell you the effects of DHA on a newborn, or the pros and cons of the Ferber Method. I would have laughed at "Floppy Seat" or "Bumbo".....both staples in our house. I've also become more patient! You have to be walking behind a 2 year old all day......they don't really move fast up stairs or just going around. And a 6 month old demands patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy updating my resume after this long, and then filling out the application online. I'm afraid my skills may be dusty, or out of date. And also i'm sure a lot of other applicants will be more qualified and have better experience.....especially experience that's not 3 years old. They'll have fresh experience. I need fresh experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do have some fresh skills and knowledge that other candidates may not. I can definitely multitask like nobody's business! It's what I do all day! I can type an email, and take a phone call, and switch the television to Sesame Street all while changing a diaper!! Amazing! I can also name every Backyardigan, and point out their distinguishing features! Also, not just any applicant can understand the gibberish of a toddler like it's her second language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what? I'm not sure that I really have anything to worry about at all! I've got mad skills! I'm probably over-qualified! Watch out working world, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-5514573205980148824?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/5514573205980148824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=5514573205980148824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5514573205980148824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/5514573205980148824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle while you work!'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-4003229858686615674</id><published>2007-10-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:30:10.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Addiction</title><content type='html'>I'm admiting it.  I go to trash websites.  You know, the crappy websites that are all about celebrities, or celebs and their babies, and then the gossip sites about them too!  I really can't help it!  I'll just be sitting at the computer, I've checked my email, I've checked my myspace account (now that's a whole other blog), and then I find myself cruising on over to perezhilton.com, or the celebrity baby blog.....and I couldn't leave out imdb.com, the internet movie database.  It's all junk, but I need the fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do it?  I can't even answer that myself.  I'm the same way with television.  Instead of watching Meet The Press, or Larry King......I'm watching access hollywood.....or my other addicition, reality t.v.   I can't get enough of it!  Doesn't everyone love a good piece of juicy gossip though.  Don't we all just salivate when someone says "You'll never guess what I heard...."  or  "You'll never believe who I saw doing something bad...."  We love it!  We go nuts and can't wait to hear who it is, or what they saw!  And I'm the worst!  I tell everyone I know that they should never tell me anything that's a secret, because I can't wait to tell stuff when I find out!  It's a terrible trait, but I'm admitting it....I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really embarassing that this morning, at a meeting I was in, I knew all about Jennifer Lopez and her baby, and that Tom and Katie with Suri had checked out of their New York hotel, and Brittney's troubles with child custody....but nothing about the fires in California.  When someone mentioned a town that was burning I said "Oh, there's a fire somewhere??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, am I to blame for my lack of knowledge about serious current events?  Well.....yes, but I also think our news outlets are somewhat to blame as well.  When the evening news is reporting about Britney Spears and Keving Federline, what are we supposed to do?  Why is that the news?  Why aren't they telling us about more imortant things?  I guess because they're just giving us what we want!  Gossip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-4003229858686615674?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/4003229858686615674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=4003229858686615674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/4003229858686615674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/4003229858686615674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-addiction.html' title='My Addiction'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-1064211339561783406</id><published>2007-10-18T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:52:08.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you Been Looking for These?</title><content type='html'>Cartoon husband is driving me crazy.  I really shouldn't complain....he works hard and provides greatly for our family.......but he leaves everything all over the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example....tools.  Our house is pretty old, we bought it old and wanted to fix it up.  So we're in the process of doing just that, fixing it up.  Every once in a while when we have the extra money we work on a room and make it better.  It could be paint, or just replacing a bad plug or something small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the things my husband does very well.....he fixes these things with no complaints!  It's just that when he's done....he leaves his tools there and doesn't pick them up.  Screwdrivers, drills, other things that I don't know what the names of them are.....and also he'll leave nails, screws, and whatever he was using to fix with!  We have small children!  They put things in their mouths!  It's making me nuts!  He even had to go out and buy another power drill because he "lost" his other one, only to find it a few months later where he'd left it lying in the attic after a job he'd done!  Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just tools.....it's socks too!  No matter where he takes them off at, he leaves them there forever!  I've never seen him pick up a pair of socks that he removed from his feet.  Never!  And if I don't pick them up.....they'll sit there until I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided what I'm going to do!  I've gotten a box...and it's just big enough to fit under our bed.  I'm going to put it under the bed on my side and fill it with all the odds and ends of his that I find lying around the house.  Tools, clothes, wallet, watch, keys.....whatever!  And then when I hear the "Honey, where's my ___________?"  I'll let him look for a while and then go and get it and surprise him!  I'll wait and see how much stuff I can collect, and maybe I'll wrap it up for him for Christmas with a card that says "Have you been looking for these?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-1064211339561783406?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/1064211339561783406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=1064211339561783406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1064211339561783406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1064211339561783406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-been-looking-for-these.html' title='Have you Been Looking for These?'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-6009311979803041641</id><published>2007-10-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:04:50.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Van</title><content type='html'>So....I've done it.  I've gone the route that I swore I would never take.  I've gotten a minivan!!  The dreaded, you're an adult now, you're no longer cool, no one will look at you in your car and think you're "hot",  minivan.  I now drive a minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2005 we had a baby girl!  Then in May of 2007 we had a baby boy!!  Then in September of 2007 we took in my husband's cousin's baby.....so now there are three!  Our Ford Explorer would no longer work.  We had to get something more "kid friendly".  The poor kids were all bunched up in the back, all three in carseats, and it was just crazy.  The doors wouldn't even hardly close......I had to push the door to shut it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have a van, and I have to admit...it's pretty cool!  All the bells and whistles, I have to say I actually like it!  The kids all have their own seats now.....noone shoved up against anyone else.  I don't have to lean my entire body against the doors to close them!  Pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....now I'm a minivan driver, and I'm pretty proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-6009311979803041641?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/6009311979803041641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=6009311979803041641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/6009311979803041641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/6009311979803041641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/van.html' title='The Van'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-2104105692717991022</id><published>2007-10-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:08:38.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tivo the great!</title><content type='html'>Inspired by another blogger's homage to Tivo, I decided to list my season passes as well.....a season pass on Tivo is when you tell the device to record all showings of a certain show.  Here my top 10 in their Tivo order....nothing has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chuck  -- this is a really great and funny show!  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;2.  K-Ville -- I love this new show!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Survivor: China -- I'm totally addicted to reality t.v.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Desperate Housewives  -- Love it!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Grey's Anatomy -- One of the best shows on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The Office -- Hands down the funniest show on television.  This show should be in the #1 spot.&lt;br /&gt;7.  My Name Is Earl -- It's pretty good&lt;br /&gt;8.  Heroes -- LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;9.  Family Guy -- Cartoonhusbands pick...he's completely addicted to this show! &lt;br /&gt;10.  American Dad -- I HATE this show, but another one of cartoonhusbands picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Tivo great!  It's really the best invention for moms and kids.  I can still watch any show I want even thought I never get to watch them at the real time they're on.....in fact I'm usually 1-2 weeks behind.  And also Maggie can watch Sesame Street or Backyardigans any time, not just when they're really on!  You've gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-2104105692717991022?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/2104105692717991022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=2104105692717991022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2104105692717991022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/2104105692717991022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/tivo-great.html' title='Tivo the great!'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-4099340150606480806</id><published>2007-10-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:41:42.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink and Purple Tri-cycle Incident</title><content type='html'>It's never a good idea to make spur of the moment trips to Wal-Mart. You'll inevitably buy things you don't need, or forget to buy things that you do need......and it's a really bad idea to do this with your kids and husband in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight that is exactly what I did. At 8:30 I looked at cartoon-husband and said, "Hey, why don't we go and return that tricycle we got for Maggie?" Her birthday is coming up on the 27th, and a month ago, by some miracle, we bought her birthday present early. We were being really responsible and thinking ahead. We had the money a month ago, and she had been watching Elmo on his tricycle.....so we thought a tricycle, to match Elmo's, would be the perfect gift for her 2nd birthday. Then we got it home and it was WAY to big and we've been meaning to return it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we made the spur of the moment trip to Wal-Mart. Maggie screamed the entire way there. She wanted her tricycle that was in the back of the car. This is when we should have turned the car around and gone back home. No.....we went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and I had to return it at the Customer Support area.....and surprisingly there was no problem there.  Then we get back to the tricycles......bad idea to bring her with us.  We found the most adorable pink and purple little tricycle.....and Maggie LOVED it.  She loved it so much that she wouldn't get off of it.  The screaming begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pick up the tricycle and put it in the buggy and she's wailing.  She's throwing herself on the floor at times (gross....God only knows what is on that floor), and at others trying to crawl into the basket, and then she's kicking cartoonhusband.....it was terrible.  Jakey is oblivious, sitting in the front of the buggy chewing on the strap that's attached to his seat cover (because God knows I wouldn't let him chew on the cart strap!!), but he's the only one.  We pass shopper after shopper that just stare at us.....some shaking their heads.  I know exactly what they're thinking too.  I used to be that shopper without kids, and I saw parents like me.  They wonder what ever possessed those parents to bring a toddler out to Wal-Mart at 8:30 at night when she should have been in bed to buy a tricycle that she can't ride right now.  I thought I saw a knowing, sympathetic face once or twice.....someone else who has a toddler maybe, but there weren't many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we make it to the front of the store and it's all I can do not to come across the counter at the girl who is taking her sweet time scanning our items.  Finally we're done, receipt in hand, my face redder with embarassment than it ever has been before, and we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson.  I'll never do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-4099340150606480806?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/4099340150606480806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=4099340150606480806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/4099340150606480806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/4099340150606480806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/pink-and-purple-tri-cycle-incident.html' title='The Pink and Purple Tri-cycle Incident'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085691472076281444.post-1132064217863199519</id><published>2007-10-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:24:23.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got to Start Somewhere</title><content type='html'>So, I'm starting. I've been thinking about doing it for a while now and I'm finally starting my very own blog. I'm not sure that anyone besides me will read it......and I'm not sure that I'll want anyone but myself to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my first post I'll write a little about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stay at home mom, and have been for 2 years now. I LOVE it. My kids are both really fun, and funny to hang out with all day. Although I do have my moments when I think about going back to law school, or getting my teacher's certificate and going back to work. But one look at those little angel faces and I realize I'm stuck for the next 18 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been married since December 5, 2003. My husband is the most patient and understanding man in the whole world. We get along better than I've gotten along with anyone in the entire world. Some have told me it is eerie how well we get along. I can honestly count on one hand the number of times we've fought in our entire relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call the husband cartoon-man because that's exactly what he is....a cartoon-man. No, that doesn't mean that he watches a lot of cartoons, although he's a huge Family Guy fan. No, that means that he could be put into any cartoon and fit right in. All he needs is the classical music soundtrack to follow him through his day. He does the silliest, funniest things.....and it is great to just sit back and watch him....and I'll giggle to myself as I watch, and then he hears me and he'll say "cartoon moment?", and we both laugh together! I'll be sure to post those moments as they come up from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a great small town in Texas....it's where I did my growing up, and I hate to say that I love it! I was that teenager that swore she would never come back here after college....I was going to live in a big city and have a big city life. Alas, here I am, and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....that's all for now. There's a lot more to this crazy family......so keep checking back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085691472076281444-1132064217863199519?l=jamflam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/feeds/1132064217863199519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085691472076281444&amp;postID=1132064217863199519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1132064217863199519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085691472076281444/posts/default/1132064217863199519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamflam.blogspot.com/2007/10/youve-got-to-start-somewhere.html' title='You&apos;ve Got to Start Somewhere'/><author><name>Jamflam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096692713121335094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
