<?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-852407399233914010</id><updated>2012-01-26T11:39:46.467-08:00</updated><category term='Business'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Family Building'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='`'/><category term='Organizing'/><category term='Health and Safety'/><category term='Schools'/><category term='Mommy Socializing'/><title type='text'>where did she go?</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, "I'm possible". - Audrey Hepburn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>451</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3740562556748169473</id><published>2012-01-12T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:23:44.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dues</title><summary type='text'>In life we must pay our dues.

These are my January dues

~$400 for the Bar. The bar that takes my money so I can legally practice law.
~sorority dues. Can't recall the amount
~$200 to be admitted to District Court Eastern Division. Robbery!
~$275 Museum Family Membership- we utilize that one, so I do not mind that check
-$100? for P.O. Box

That is all I can think of right now. I feel like we've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3740562556748169473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3740562556748169473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3740562556748169473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3740562556748169473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2012/01/dues.html' title='Dues'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-9095675762538682972</id><published>2012-01-05T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:31:26.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Your Mind</title><summary type='text'>Once I accepted that my mother is likely not pining away for the A clan, I was able to assess my own desire on where we should live.

I found a few schools (in the bay) with the progressive, playbased, no teaching to tests, developing critical thinking philosophy. We are going to tour. Mr A has a job/coaching offer at a great private school in the bay. Potential free high school tuition for 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9095675762538682972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=9095675762538682972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9095675762538682972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9095675762538682972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-your-mind.html' title='Free Your Mind'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1076994524790895484</id><published>2012-01-01T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:17:29.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of......</title><summary type='text'>love and acceptance.

Yesterday my mother took the kids on an errand. While she was gone Mr A and I went to get cheese steak. My mom arrived home while we were out, she called me and asked how long we'd be and I told her 15 minutes because we were getting food. She told me she was going to drop the kids off to us. I mentioned the lack of a car seat in our car. She arrived and TR was sound asleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1076994524790895484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1076994524790895484&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1076994524790895484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1076994524790895484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-search-of.html' title='In search of......'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2622425123867765650</id><published>2011-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:59:28.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the year closes</title><summary type='text'>I am frustrated. I don't get it.

Things are the way they are. Not how I would like them to be. I can only control myself. I just don't get it. 

God bless us all in 2012.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2622425123867765650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2622425123867765650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2622425123867765650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2622425123867765650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-year-closes.html' title='as the year closes'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4263616415415869288</id><published>2011-12-29T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:54:14.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I's tired</title><summary type='text'>I want to blog but the mental effort that it will take to be semi-coherent is great. My brain is on overdrive. I will take a break soon but there are deadlines upon me.

Yesterday I had a hearing in Central CA. My class plaintiffs met and had lunch. Its funny to me how my class found me. They found each other. I have been wanting to do a class action and this one is in my field and the goals of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4263616415415869288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4263616415415869288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4263616415415869288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4263616415415869288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-tired.html' title='I&apos;s tired'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7959100637406825047</id><published>2011-12-22T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:46:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><summary type='text'>Mr A and I go to bed together most nights. We actually started out that way and now its sorta like a habit. 

The kids usually end up in bed with us in the early mornings. They usually head butt me and kick Mr. A. When the kids and I leave town, Mr. A can barely sleep because no one is kicking him.

One of his friends, has a wife and 2 kids (girl and boy). The wife and kids left for GA. before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7959100637406825047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7959100637406825047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7959100637406825047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7959100637406825047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1652266986619055498</id><published>2011-12-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:58:00.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Building'/><title type='text'>fear of failure</title><summary type='text'>I am not fearful of business failure. I can always start over. I do hesitate to jump in the deep end because I know people rely on the income I pay. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's unemployment. That is a heavy burden. It makes me slow to hire. It is why I want to have XX reserves. I want to at least be able to pay business expenses for a year.
  I was part of a conversation this weekend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1652266986619055498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1652266986619055498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1652266986619055498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1652266986619055498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/fear-of-failure.html' title='fear of failure'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1100109944987865580</id><published>2011-12-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:00:05.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Building'/><title type='text'>Good Ideas</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday TR asked me to wrap a caders so she could be a super hero. The cape was a play mat.  I took a paper clamp and tried to secure the mat around her. When she lifted her arms the mat fell off and she told me, the clamp was not a good idea.

She has been saying, "I don't think that's a good idea" or "that's not a good idea" a lot and I wondered where she got that term. Last night the kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1100109944987865580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1100109944987865580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1100109944987865580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1100109944987865580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-ideas.html' title='Good Ideas'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8129712280581104774</id><published>2011-12-12T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:35:20.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day in December</title><summary type='text'>The plan was to go to Story time at a distant (about 4 miles) library. The rain is keeping us indoors. Mr A said its odd that a bay area girl like me would let the rain stop her. Perhaps.

TR sat in the chair and lined up her nail polish bottles. She enjoys all things girly.

QT is hilarious to me. He is standing on my wicker basket passing out skittles. He managed to open a skittle candy cane I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8129712280581104774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8129712280581104774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8129712280581104774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8129712280581104774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainy-day-in-december.html' title='Rainy Day in December'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-5899667893289840643</id><published>2011-12-10T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:39:56.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime for the A's</title><summary type='text'>Today was Army-Navy game. Mr A organized a social event for the alumni association. The game went long so we were there from about 10:30 to almost 4. Most of the grads are old, white and rich. I enjoy that. West Point and Annapolis grads have a great opportunities for success. When Mr A left the army he entered corporate in management. He was 24. 

TR and I hit up Michaels for Christmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5899667893289840643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=5899667893289840643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5899667893289840643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5899667893289840643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/bedtime-for-as.html' title='bedtime for the A&apos;s'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3449463552122610954</id><published>2011-12-08T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:51:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading the Tea Leaves</title><summary type='text'>As if my $20 white tea was not enough, I have transitioned to tea leaves and the tea accessories. I think the tea leaves will work out to cost less but the initial cost was high.

I took Mr A into a tea shop one evening (date night) after doing some research. Once I heard the price I left. He was sorta standing by the door and pretty much refused to enter.

Then for my birthday he surprised me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3449463552122610954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3449463552122610954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3449463552122610954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3449463552122610954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/reading-tea-leaves.html' title='Reading the Tea Leaves'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4243250947833818115</id><published>2011-12-08T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:14:22.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Space</title><summary type='text'>I contacted a commercial agent who sent a couple of listings for me to tour. I told him my price range and he sent me to look at executive offices. The first space was in Beverly Hills. That was farther than I wanted and iI figured it would bewant twice the cost forto the address, but I looked anyway. It was a good start point.

Next was more of what I wanted but my price range did not have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4243250947833818115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4243250947833818115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4243250947833818115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4243250947833818115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/space.html' title='The Space'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1320513641394707229</id><published>2011-12-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:14:03.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>growth and change</title><summary type='text'>I am exhausted! My brain is in shut down and protect mode.

My business is at a place where it needs to either expand and grow or it will smother and not grow. It won't die but it needs a larger container to flourish. Its time to replant. Of course the replanting will cost. 

This weekend I expressed my desire for an office space situation with a staff person there. I know if I tell Mr A my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1320513641394707229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1320513641394707229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1320513641394707229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1320513641394707229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/growth-and-change.html' title='growth and change'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4052672691440407596</id><published>2011-12-03T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:05:57.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><summary type='text'>The season of getting together with friends, family and social orgs is upon us.
TR has been speaking of the many Christmas parties she has planned and has been invited to.
She says at the party everyone gets to eat cake and more cake.

There is a party at the park at least once a month, so she is very familiar with parties. 

She really wants to have a play date at home. I intend to tell her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4052672691440407596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4052672691440407596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4052672691440407596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4052672691440407596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4892378558620028375</id><published>2011-12-01T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:04:48.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates- part two</title><summary type='text'>It can be easy to sink into evil and be mean. Its easy to roll down hill. It's easy to look at a person's preferences, choices, habits and find a negative reason or a moral failure

The challenge may be to think of good things. If you can keep your own thoughts pure, the motives or purposes of others are easier to be seen as pure. 

I think this is why Mr A is my soul mate. His attitude used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4892378558620028375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4892378558620028375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4892378558620028375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4892378558620028375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/12/soul-mates-part-two.html' title='Soul Mates- part two'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1897642320445923934</id><published>2011-11-29T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:34:53.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls and boys</title><summary type='text'>If Mr A would have found me a few years earlier, I would have been young enough to have 4 kids. The two we have are extreme amounts of fun. Last week I looked at them and realized they are us. TR was on the computer and QT was in Mr A's chair engrossed in ESPN football recaps.

I adore how TR incorporates new words into her vocabulary. Sunday, as we walked under trees with falling leaves I told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1897642320445923934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1897642320445923934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1897642320445923934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1897642320445923934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-and-boys.html' title='girls and boys'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2209075611919106252</id><published>2011-11-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:18:26.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living with Ants</title><summary type='text'>My children are like ants, always gathering things. There is a book they read about ants and a grasshopper. It talks about how the ants work to get their supplies to a certain place. I look my kiddies, who are always moving things and I laugh. They have a mission and I may not understand what their goal is, but they clearly have a plan. Play is the work of children!

Yesterday I got to observe my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2209075611919106252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2209075611919106252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2209075611919106252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2209075611919106252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-with-ants.html' title='living with Ants'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3004814135617039351</id><published>2011-11-25T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:36:13.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the in-laws</title><summary type='text'>On our honeymoon, I was ready to go home alone. Mr A took a phone call and 
went in on 4 of my 5 brid esmaids. His hating friend called him (you know only hating friends call on your honeymoon) to ask about the bridesmaids. 

At that point I realized I needed to limit details I shared with him. My bridesmaids had always been nice to them so I am still unsure of why he trashed them to his friend. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3004814135617039351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3004814135617039351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3004814135617039351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3004814135617039351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-laws.html' title='the in-laws'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8271993762689997595</id><published>2011-11-23T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:22:13.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Mother</title><summary type='text'>In my advancing age I am appreciating the pleasures of the mothering/nurturing arts.

I want to provide my kiddies with a home of warmth and calm. 

The kids were a bit under the weather this week and what they wanted most was to be held by me.  I had to go to work 2 days this week and leave my sickly babies at home. They actually went to the park because they aren't down sick, they have a runny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8271993762689997595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8271993762689997595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8271993762689997595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8271993762689997595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/art-of-mother.html' title='Art of Mother'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-623319900254250963</id><published>2011-11-17T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:10:24.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reserves and coloring in the lines</title><summary type='text'>It's great to have reserves but I sure do hate calling on them.

Mr. A and I pretty much have summers off. Because of the way our money comes, we have income when we're not working but because we have summers off, we're not earning. So the fall starts off with us tapping reserves.

At least we know the situation. I've been focused on some lawsuits and lawsuits don't usually pay until the end, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/623319900254250963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=623319900254250963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/623319900254250963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/623319900254250963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/reserves-and-coloring-in-lines.html' title='Reserves and coloring in the lines'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7051699303068094736</id><published>2011-11-15T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:26:18.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity</title><summary type='text'>written Tuesday 11/15/2011

I scheduled a telephone call for 9 am this morning. Starting off my morning being productive set the tone for the morning. I did great! Next time I post a sketch of my day, I will like the way it looks. (I hope)

I had to attend a settlement conference this afternoon. I left a little before 5 and felt wrong. I am usually home to meet the kids. I don't think the kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7051699303068094736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7051699303068094736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7051699303068094736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7051699303068094736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6245619636879968292</id><published>2011-11-14T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:36:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on school</title><summary type='text'>Last week TR spent part of the morning at a playbased nursery school. She is ready for school and so is QT. Now that I know they are ready for school, I can relax and feel confident with them remaining in their current home/park care. We have to enroll at a kinder that follows a developmentally appropriate philosophy. If we are in L.A. we have a school. If we move to the Bay (highly likely) we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6245619636879968292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6245619636879968292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6245619636879968292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6245619636879968292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-on-school.html' title='More on school'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3658158780682155149</id><published>2011-11-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:21:57.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline</title><summary type='text'>I sorta want to do a time line of my day but 1) my day doesn't have much of a schedule and 2) I'm not sure I want to face how much time I could utilize better 3) my life in print looks dull but I'm not bored.

I'll do a sketch and hopefully I will shame myself into utilizing my time better.

Monday and Friday are kid days. Nothing is scheduled, we play by ear and have fun.

Tuesday, Wednesday and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3658158780682155149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3658158780682155149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3658158780682155149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3658158780682155149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8570736327121954102</id><published>2011-11-08T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:14:30.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter Days</title><summary type='text'>There are lots of things to want. I want some of my relatives to be alive.  I can't make it happen. I can't even focus on that want. I just appreciate the times shared and the blessing of knowing them while I had the chance.

I live in an apartment in L.A. when I want to have a paid for house in Bel Air, Hancock Park or the Bay with bay views and built on flat land.  I really like where we live, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8570736327121954102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8570736327121954102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8570736327121954102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8570736327121954102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/brighter-days.html' title='Brighter Days'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FjwbnTEIGmY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-5046871119911660400</id><published>2011-11-08T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:15:11.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery School &amp; Preschool</title><summary type='text'>I have been googling topics around preschool v. Kids at home. The kids have a nanny because I prefer they be home and have the home experience. I have been wondering why the thought of starting nursery school has been rough for me and I think its because entry into nursery school will be similar to what I was trying to avoid. 

School will begin soon enough. Even if I homeschool (unlikely but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5046871119911660400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=5046871119911660400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5046871119911660400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5046871119911660400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/nursery-school-preschool.html' title='Nursery School &amp; Preschool'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8289186662485859338</id><published>2011-11-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:13:18.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeding and financing a family of four</title><summary type='text'>Now that we have kids and buy more organic, our grocery expense is about 45% higher. Much of the price and food increase is fruit and snacks. I realized that everything goes better with snacks. Car rides, plane rides, train rides, outings, sitting at home, snacks will keep things calm. If we weren't shopping for organic stuff the addition of 2 kids would cause about a 20% increase.

We (Mr A goes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8289186662485859338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8289186662485859338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8289186662485859338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8289186662485859338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeding-and-financing-family-of-four.html' title='feeding and financing a family of four'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6m8DxzOo3qs/Trctt9NgXtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/y1SLL28qKp0/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-868112596207916597</id><published>2011-11-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:55:24.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish fry Friday- Facebook failings</title><summary type='text'>Scoff at me if you desire, but I have a daughter and I will dress us alike if I want to.

A couple of weeks ago I put on a winter white dress. It's cotton, ribbed top and pleated skirt. Mr A and I went to purchase clothes for QT and I saw pink little girls dress that matched the description of my dress. Of course I bought it.

TR loved it when I put it on her today (Friday). She spun around and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/868112596207916597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=868112596207916597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/868112596207916597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/868112596207916597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/fish-fry-friday-facebook-failings.html' title='Fish fry Friday- Facebook failings'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-9139573191871455404</id><published>2011-11-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:14:03.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><summary type='text'>I haven't made plans for the day. Its raining. I do want us to get out of the house. The kids like to be lazy on Monday and Friday. TR likes to spend those days in her pajamas. Since play is the work of children and she plays 3 days a week she wants to relax on her off days. We may go to a museum or we may just spend the day chillaxing. 

I toured a nursery school this week. 2 of the 5 mothers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9139573191871455404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=9139573191871455404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9139573191871455404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9139573191871455404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3845185832898370966</id><published>2011-10-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:38:40.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public v. Private</title><summary type='text'>I like public schools, just not the public schools in Oakland or L.A. I have seen too much. A prefers private schools.
I don't want my kids to be taught to tests, to do paced learning or to be denied free play.

The thought of finding and getting into a school we love gives me a tummy ache. The baarea cities cities Mr A wants to live in, have good schools but Mr A wants private. One of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3845185832898370966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3845185832898370966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3845185832898370966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3845185832898370966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/publiv-v-private.html' title='Public v. Private'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2310090161025880518</id><published>2011-10-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:57:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the times</title><summary type='text'>I spoke with a preschool director this week to schedule a tour. After i told her the names of TR's two friends who attend that school, the woman asked me if was looking for a spot now. I gasped because I realized that time is approaching. My baby will be 4 next year and in kinder the next year.

I told the woman I was looking for a 1/2 day preschool for fall 2012. TR might be ready but I am not. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2310090161025880518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2310090161025880518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2310090161025880518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2310090161025880518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-are-times.html' title='these are the times'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8947370385920622583</id><published>2011-10-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:52:45.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>habitats</title><summary type='text'>Habitot Museum was great fun! I love Children's museums. If we lived here I would surely be a regular visitor. It's awesome to have places where your kids are free to passionately explore, investigate and breaking things is not an issue.

I haven't decided what the plan is for today. I want to go to Michaels and pick up craft supplies. I also have coupons for Micheal's so my being to lazy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8947370385920622583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8947370385920622583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8947370385920622583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8947370385920622583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/habitats.html' title='habitats'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8596881481514623894</id><published>2011-10-13T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:33:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playschool</title><summary type='text'>Today my mom and I had a lovely and "hot" day in San Francisco. I love the city on those rare hot days. We did a bit of shopping and then lunch.

We saw a crack head homeless person on the street and my mom told me that was her Uncle's son. I guess he saw us because he hid. My mom asked another crack head homeless person where he went. My mom took us in search of him and when we found him he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8596881481514623894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8596881481514623894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8596881481514623894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8596881481514623894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/playschool.html' title='Playschool'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-5168967875899769817</id><published>2011-10-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:54:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutiny</title><summary type='text'>My children held a mutiny yesterday and demanded I make a grocery run to get cheese.
I try not to take both of them to the grocery store by myself. I'm not sure that I have ever done it but it was quite easy and fun.

Mr. A has taken them both lots of places, by himself. I just figured he was a brave man. Perhaps now that they are older its easier than what I imagined. TR can climb into her car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5168967875899769817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=5168967875899769817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5168967875899769817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5168967875899769817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/mutiny.html' title='Mutiny'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze34VsiLYO8/TpSd1HLS3YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/01RMXGHYNUM/s72-c/2011-10-10_17-01-28_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3699000875277962604</id><published>2011-10-06T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:25:57.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Working Mommy</title><summary type='text'>While I try to enjoy as many lunch hours as possible, the fact remains that I am a working mother. After many months (of trials and hearings) I was finally able to get back to the work I have come to enjoy very much.  My special education stuff. 

The thing I dislike about litigation is how loooonnnnnng it lasts. My education stuff lasts a few months at most. A lawsuit usually lasts a couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3699000875277962604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3699000875277962604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3699000875277962604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3699000875277962604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/working-mommy.html' title='The Working Mommy'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uMHNYtcqNms/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7644775132125664296</id><published>2011-10-03T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:35:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of persistence</title><summary type='text'>"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan, 'press on' has solved, and always will solve, the problems of the human race."
Calvin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7644775132125664296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7644775132125664296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7644775132125664296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7644775132125664296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/10/gift-of-persistence.html' title='The gift of persistence'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6541737571714949908</id><published>2011-09-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:35:46.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>replay</title><summary type='text'>Excuse me if I am repeating myself........

I think I have found a new ballet class for TR. This studio is closer to home and offers more structure. Her current ballet class is a bit chaotic. The other kids go to school and I think they are too tired to do ballet after school. They need naps.

Her current teacher works on Glee and was a choreographer for a reality show, so she has been out a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6541737571714949908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6541737571714949908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6541737571714949908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6541737571714949908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/replay.html' title='replay'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6259527791225912975</id><published>2011-09-23T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:15:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my toes</title><summary type='text'>i told Mr. A that i am ready to move back to the bay. i am. There are lots of reasons to move and many to remain. The bay will be a total lifestyle adjustment. The weather, the proximity to arts culture, shopping, parks will be greater. We live within 10 miles of pretty much everything we want. 

TR got a new pair of ballet slippers yesterday. Her old ones had gotten slippery. I paid a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6259527791225912975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6259527791225912975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6259527791225912975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6259527791225912975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-my-toes.html' title='on my toes'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3824128410044417257</id><published>2011-09-16T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:44:54.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little artist</title><summary type='text'>When TR got home Thursday, she told me she had wanted to pick a flower for my hair. She likes to pick flowers and give them to me. I told her she could draw a flower for me.

She sat down for a few moments, then her nanny got her and put her to bed. She was out like a light. I didn't look at the drawing until Mr A got home. We looked and realized that she had actually drawn a flower!

She is an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3824128410044417257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3824128410044417257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3824128410044417257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3824128410044417257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-little-artist.html' title='My little artist'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGJndXoYC20/TnQW5LtPlfI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZZex9wzwPB0/s72-c/sc020df9ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3793465169176272199</id><published>2011-09-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:51:47.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Building'/><title type='text'>What's happening Now</title><summary type='text'>In the most exciting news, TR seems to be teaching herself to read.

I guess she heard that we would be sending her to a school where reading wasn't taught until 1st grade. Teaching herself to read must be her means of protest.


I have some tips from my mother and a sorority sister who is a reading specialist. I'll keep things fun for her. I had been wondering if she could read. When she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3793465169176272199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3793465169176272199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3793465169176272199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3793465169176272199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-happening-now.html' title='What&apos;s happening Now'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-518379987137232524</id><published>2011-09-13T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:11:12.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny days</title><summary type='text'>The A family has been busy. I need a family calendar. The weekend was packed full and it included church. 

Dance 

TR is loving her ballet class. She is a natural dancer (as everyone keeps telling me). I do wonder if she is really that good or if the other kids are that bad. When she is 4 and can enroll at Deb.bie All.en's dance aca.demy, I am sure I will know what is what.

I discovered that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/518379987137232524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=518379987137232524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/518379987137232524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/518379987137232524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunny-days.html' title='sunny days'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTl-W3pJfvk/Tm_eD6O96iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qC5nyA6pndY/s72-c/mail-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-476384439570838343</id><published>2011-09-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:15:50.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's home!</title><summary type='text'>I was in hearing last week. It was rough because I was out of the house by 7 am and not back until 8:30 pm. I missed my babies! They missed me too. They are used to my being home. QT started waking up super early so he could spend time with me.

I could not handle that type of work day or commute on the daily. I felt like I missed so much of my kiddies life. My workweek is usually 20 hours and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/476384439570838343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=476384439570838343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/476384439570838343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/476384439570838343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/09/mommys-home.html' title='mommy&apos;s home!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2755171552657848704</id><published>2011-08-30T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:43:08.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got 5 on it</title><summary type='text'>I used to look at couple who had been married 5 years and think it was the cutest anniversary. Five is living up to everything I expected it to be.

At this point, I sorta feel like we are clear that we are staying. We have weathered storms and bloomed from the fresh rain.

Mr A and I were beefing around/on/for his birthday. We had a bit of in law drama. The things I love best are also the things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2755171552657848704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2755171552657848704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2755171552657848704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2755171552657848704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-got-5-on-it.html' title='I&apos;ve got 5 on it'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6036605559475184519</id><published>2011-08-29T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:32:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party with the queen</title><summary type='text'>The A family was invited to a pool party in Beverly Hills. The house was north of Sunset in the hills of beverly hills. TR was truly the party starter. For real, for real. QT and TR lounged in the pool, ate and mingled.

We took a tour of the house which has a ballroom. TR told me she liked the house. The owners moved to Palo Alto and left their adult son. The son has stripper cages, a d.j. booth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6036605559475184519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6036605559475184519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6036605559475184519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6036605559475184519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/party-with-queen.html' title='party with the queen'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYzuMkWAkl0/TlnI-bXXm5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MOg2JHqLWT8/s72-c/SAM_2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4302060277857595679</id><published>2011-08-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:48:20.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Better Me</title><summary type='text'>I have a mental list of the different things I will do to become a better me and create a better life for my family. I plan to get paper and pen and write the list down. There are things I think only a woman can offer a family. Call me sexist...... I freely acknowledge that I am.

I have visions of my kids and hubz coming home to a pitcher of cold fresh lemonade on hot days. They will take it for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4302060277857595679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4302060277857595679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4302060277857595679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4302060277857595679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-me.html' title='Better Me'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1581983120174585494</id><published>2011-08-16T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:06:41.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Building'/><title type='text'>On Marriage</title><summary type='text'>When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you
believe that you will be able to converse well with
this person into your old age? Everything else in
marriage is transitory.
Friedrich Nietzsche</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1581983120174585494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1581983120174585494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1581983120174585494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1581983120174585494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-marriage_16.html' title='On Marriage'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-217201687511517140</id><published>2011-08-16T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:41:26.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Building'/><title type='text'>On Marriage</title><summary type='text'>When there is love in a marriage, there is harmony in the home; when there is harmony 
in the home, there is contentment in the community; when there is contentment in the 
community, there is prosperity in the nation; when there is prosperity in the nation, 
there is peace in the world.
Chinese proverb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/217201687511517140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=217201687511517140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/217201687511517140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/217201687511517140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-marriage.html' title='On Marriage'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1116556226262102904</id><published>2011-08-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:50:52.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog</title><summary type='text'>





I shaved it from 5 minutes to 4.



My current theme song is "I told the Storm." It did not make the clip.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1116556226262102904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1116556226262102904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1116556226262102904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1116556226262102904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/video-blog.html' title='Video Blog'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1929309319451591285</id><published>2011-08-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:27:20.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Me and Starting Over</title><summary type='text'>Yes Jesus Loves me! I know he does. He was kind enough to allow Mr A and me to meet and let us have the good sense to get together.

We drove back to L.A. last night and spent the long drive (it was long due in part to TR's desire to tour bathrooms and rest stops) talking. We had one of those conversations you have early in the relationship. It wasn't about kids, bills or stuff we had to do, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1929309319451591285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1929309319451591285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1929309319451591285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1929309319451591285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-loves-me-and-starting-over.html' title='He Loves Me and Starting Over'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8618585843998311862</id><published>2011-08-11T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T05:15:34.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy dearest</title><summary type='text'>I watched Mommy Dearest many times as a child. I read the book a couple of times as a kid as well.

I break into Mommy Dearest scenes sometimes. Yesterday TR got underneath a rug at my mother's house and had the thing upside down, twisted and in disarray. My mom told her to straighten it out.

I considered getting the rug right but TR always messes with it, so I decided to let her do it and maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8618585843998311862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8618585843998311862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8618585843998311862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8618585843998311862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/mommy-dearest.html' title='mommy dearest'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8108275262032852886</id><published>2011-08-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T06:45:10.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richer than Richie</title><summary type='text'>Face it, Not Guilty.

My client got freed! The jury came back and said not guilty to both counts. My client had originally been (over)charged with 4 counts. The 4th count was dismissed on day 1 simply because it was a pure lie. The officer said my client had a loaded weapon because he located an unloaded weapon and bullets nearby.

I asked the officer if he would prefer to shoot with a loaded gun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8108275262032852886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8108275262032852886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8108275262032852886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8108275262032852886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/richer-than-richie.html' title='Richer than Richie'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4498422277908641782</id><published>2011-08-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:16:14.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trial</title><summary type='text'>My trial should end monday or tuesday.......hopefully. then I will be free from some of this paper.

Its terrible how officers will lie so easily and the citizen has to prove themeselves innocent of those lies. Its terrible how black people have a totally different experience in this country because of the police. Its terrible how people think its exaggerated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4498422277908641782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4498422277908641782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4498422277908641782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4498422277908641782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/trial.html' title='trial'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2998525615333185874</id><published>2011-08-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:37:48.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told the storm</title><summary type='text'>I love this song! It makes me cry and feel powerful.



I Told The Storm Lyrics Lyrics

I Told the Storm
Even though your winds blow
I want you to know
You cause no alarm
Cause I'm safe in his arms
Even though your rain falls
I can still make this call;
Let there be peace
Now I can say go away
I command you to move today
Because faith I have a new day
The sun will shine - I will be okay
That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2998525615333185874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2998525615333185874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2998525615333185874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2998525615333185874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-told-storm.html' title='I told the storm'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ghvo32n7Tgc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2397754199001269106</id><published>2011-07-29T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:17:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over Now</title><summary type='text'>July ends on Sunday. This month just began last week, didn't it? Time flies oh so fast.

I have been a busy. I do not have a nanny here in the bay nor do I have a job to go to, and blogging with kids around is a near impossibility. I could make it happen but my kids would rebel for being ignored. 

Mr A surprised me yesterday. I was so surprised that I was still and speechless. I expected him to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2397754199001269106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2397754199001269106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2397754199001269106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2397754199001269106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s Over Now'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-768799164346023158</id><published>2011-07-21T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:26:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more desperation</title><summary type='text'>After ballet class we headed back up the hill to a nearby park. The park was totally empty. Where are the children? I feel like they are in a secret location. It was a warm day so shouldn't parks be full of noisy children? We went into a rec center and saw elderly people playing bingo. Still no children. Rec centers were full of kids when I grew up.We then walked to a lovely playground at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/768799164346023158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=768799164346023158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/768799164346023158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/768799164346023158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-desperation.html' title='more desperation'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7618850912443142391</id><published>2011-07-21T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:34:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desperation</title><summary type='text'>I made an attemppt to enroll TR in preschool (edit: Kindergarten not preschool. She is 3, so I knew it was unlikely, but I want her to play. ) yesterday. We went to the neighborhood school to play. Those suckas had the play structured fenced! We just walked around it.As we were leaving I looked in the kindergarten window and discovered the school is having a summer session. What?! I need someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7618850912443142391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7618850912443142391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7618850912443142391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7618850912443142391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/desperatation.html' title='desperation'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3189265790172408829</id><published>2011-07-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:27:34.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturn</title><summary type='text'>We took the kids to the Chabot Hall of Science and Observatory recently. TR is into telescopes and stars and the moon. She and Mr A stargaze.When we got in the car at 8 pm, she asked if we were going to a movie. Clearly we have a night owl on our hands. We will have to do driveins more often because she loved it. Its good fun on a warm night. Warm nights are a bit rare in both L.A. and the Bay. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3189265790172408829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3189265790172408829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3189265790172408829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3189265790172408829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturn.html' title='Saturn'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4279508554476078643</id><published>2011-07-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:34:58.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>possibilities</title><summary type='text'>Romance is about the possibility of things. You see it's about the time between when you first meet some fine and when you first make love to her. And when you first ask a woman to marry you and when she says I do. W people that have been together for a long time say the romance is gone, what they're really saying is that they exhausted the possibility." --Darius LovehallI need to watch Love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4279508554476078643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4279508554476078643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4279508554476078643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4279508554476078643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/possibilities.html' title='possibilities'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7138532378441595488</id><published>2011-07-13T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:27:58.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good fun</title><summary type='text'>We had fun hanging out with my cousin and her husband yesterday.I have been trying to make it happen for a while. After 5 years of marriage, we finally got it together.  They live West in Sonoma County and we are in L.A. we see each other at family events but this was our first time doing a couple outing.My cousin has been married 10 years. I was on the first date she and her husband had.  It was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7138532378441595488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7138532378441595488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7138532378441595488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7138532378441595488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-fun.html' title='good fun'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2733065177240949323</id><published>2011-07-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:53:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><summary type='text'>Last week we headed out a bit late. TR asked us if we were going to a movie? I guess she associates venturing outside late at night, with going to a movie. I cannot remember where we went.Mr A and I have gone a bit overboard shopping for clothes. We only do real shopping once a year or so, but we've spent quite a bit. I think J Crew might be our new family store. The clothes fit Mr A great and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2733065177240949323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2733065177240949323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2733065177240949323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2733065177240949323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6987754125140266438</id><published>2011-07-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:33:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family night at the movies</title><summary type='text'>Mr A and I took the kids to their first movie. We saw Cars. It was a great movie and a great experience. We went to a Drive-In and the kiddies had a blast. We put the jump seats down and laid pillows and a sheet and streched out.Mr A got a huge popcorn and the kids had fun digging in the box and eating popcorn. We will have to do that again! The movie ended at 11:30. It was a double feature, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6987754125140266438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6987754125140266438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6987754125140266438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6987754125140266438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-night-at-movies.html' title='family night at the movies'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3618532825766909047</id><published>2011-07-04T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:35:14.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work the fire</title><summary type='text'>The A family has been busy. The kids and I took the train to Oakland last week. Mr A drove us to central CA because thOakland to L.A trip is hard on the kids. The slept 90% of the train ride. Last time we took the train they fell asleep right before we got off and it was not a pretty sight. TR was exhausted.Fortunately we ride with the seniors and they like kids. They offer cookies and try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3618532825766909047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3618532825766909047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3618532825766909047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3618532825766909047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-fire.html' title='work the fire'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4421897697199503599</id><published>2011-06-27T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:44:20.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushed from Comfort</title><summary type='text'>It's time for us to move but we have gotten comfy. Sometimes comfort can stall growth. You get comfortable, don't want to risk or make change and stop progress. Sometimes its good to get a little push. I am excited. I am excited because I see and feel that we are ready to bloom and flourish. We are shaking off what has become comfortable. We have dreams to fulfill.Years ago my business partner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4421897697199503599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4421897697199503599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4421897697199503599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4421897697199503599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/pushed-from-comfort.html' title='Pushed from Comfort'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-724999421709584053</id><published>2011-06-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:12:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in remembrance</title><summary type='text'>I was born into a huge close knit family. I had a maternal great-grandmother, many maternal great-great aunts and great-great uncles, a great-granfather, maternal and paternal great aunts and uuncle, 2 sets of grandparents, cousins, parents and siblings.I recall clearly all of my grandmother's siblings and her aunts and uncles getting together. I remember road trips and spending the night with my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/724999421709584053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=724999421709584053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/724999421709584053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/724999421709584053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-remembrance.html' title='in remembrance'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3123179996219653855</id><published>2011-06-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:41:58.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee and Goals</title><summary type='text'>Things are going to be busy for the next few weeks. We're heading out of the country soon and when we return things will slow down, briefly. I have a trials coming up this summer and a hearing later this summer and a big motion. I then have trial in the winter and I need to get all my trial stuff prepped by fall for the winter trial.I have to get the kids to the Bay, I have a bunch of work up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3123179996219653855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3123179996219653855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3123179996219653855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3123179996219653855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-bee-and-goals.html' title='Busy Bee and Goals'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2994924948594044402</id><published>2011-06-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:28:01.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating ash heauxs</title><summary type='text'>I was intending to post about money and such, but I've gotten distracted by haters.Many years ago when I lived in L.A. I asked a person to record BET awards for me. I did not have cable. This heffa could have invited me to her place to watch it or she could have recorded it.She told me, "no" and said I needed to get cable. I had never asked her to record anything prior to that. She said some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2994924948594044402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2994924948594044402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2994924948594044402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2994924948594044402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/hating-ash-heauxs.html' title='Hating ash heauxs'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6191826902595610466</id><published>2011-06-19T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:16:42.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><summary type='text'>    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6191826902595610466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6191826902595610466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6191826902595610466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6191826902595610466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3108501490976880025</id><published>2011-06-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:40:06.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story time</title><summary type='text'>The children's librarian was out today and the teen librarian handled storytime.  Sometimes you don't know how great a person is at their job until someone else starts doing that job. There is some children's librarian meeting and our librarian was there.The regular woman is like a preschool teacher. The whole vibe was different. I am going to take note of what it is she does. The kids were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3108501490976880025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3108501490976880025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3108501490976880025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3108501490976880025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-time.html' title='story time'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3514405309132521212</id><published>2011-06-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:48:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>modern dating</title><summary type='text'>Mr A and I began dating in Sept/Oct 2004. Prior to dating we had long talks on the phone. We met in MLK weekend 2004.I think that is close enough in time to give me experience in modern dating. We didn't text or do much IM'ing, so those are things that I don't have much experience with.Sometimes witnessing the relationships of my women buddies, pisses me off. I have seen women who seemed to enjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3514405309132521212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3514405309132521212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3514405309132521212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3514405309132521212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/modern-dating.html' title='modern dating'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1238879217643351029</id><published>2011-06-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T07:25:00.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do your best</title><summary type='text'>I am from a do your best family. My mom's parents were do your best parents. My mom graduated high school with all A's and college with all A's and one C. When I saw her transcripts I told her she was a cum laude and asked why she had never told me. She said she never paid attention to grades. She just did her best in everything. I had mostly A's in high school. I took AP classes like AP advanced</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1238879217643351029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1238879217643351029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1238879217643351029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1238879217643351029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-your-best.html' title='do your best'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4489879251719356454</id><published>2011-06-10T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:30:57.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Season</title><summary type='text'>I consider this time of my life to be a season. My children won't always be young and everything won't always be new and an adventure for them. I won't always have a young in my marriage. Soon my kids will be teens who want to sleep in late and who may not consider me or their dad to be their favorite companion. Soon Mr A and I will have a middle aged marriage. I have to enjoy this season now. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4489879251719356454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4489879251719356454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4489879251719356454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4489879251719356454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-season.html' title='This Season'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7459106482516223576</id><published>2011-06-09T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:07:50.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A better me</title><summary type='text'>I am on a mission. I am taking the next 100 days and doing things to make a better me. I've been taking afternoon walkes with the kids and alone. Septemeber 15 ends the 100 days and hopefully I will have acquired a routine.My mom and I used to take morning walks before Mr A whisked me away. It's nice to have a walking companion but its still positive to get out there even if I do it alone.I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7459106482516223576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7459106482516223576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7459106482516223576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7459106482516223576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-me.html' title='A better me'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4032905748306469737</id><published>2011-06-08T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:54:33.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accent Challenge</title><summary type='text'>I joined the challenge and decided to let ya'll chuckle at my accent.Jam/Jelly I think these are different because..... it must be jelly because jam don't shake like that. 




I actually have a little bug and a bad cough but no excuses.....if I sound like I have gravel in my voice, that is why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4032905748306469737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4032905748306469737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4032905748306469737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4032905748306469737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/accent-challenge.html' title='Accent Challenge'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-3546716019136160459</id><published>2011-06-07T07:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:54:08.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food secure and jumping the broom</title><summary type='text'>When I was pregnant with TR I stopped by a hot dog stand and saw a woman in a little hoopty, with two young boys (her sons?) trying/buying food. She didn't have enough money and had to cancel some stuff. There are times when I go to a fast food spot and I will only spend what I have in my mind as a reasonable amount for a snack. I am not trying to get full there and a monetary limit controls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3546716019136160459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=3546716019136160459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3546716019136160459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/3546716019136160459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/food-secure-and-jumping-broom.html' title='food secure and jumping the broom'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8721179127475637990</id><published>2011-06-06T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:01:54.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday morning musings</title><summary type='text'>I've pondered what we should do today. Each Monday I do my gig as SAHM.  The kids play hard 3 full days a week, TR has her structured activity 1 day a week, QT will start his this summer. I try to make each Friday a rest day. I've started walking (they ride in the stroller) to story hour at the Library on Friday. That is a mostly restful activity. The kids dance to music and jump around for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8721179127475637990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8721179127475637990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8721179127475637990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8721179127475637990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-morning-musings.html' title='monday morning musings'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2469791508200556774</id><published>2011-06-03T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:47:29.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><summary type='text'>Thusday I had a 9 am mediation. The kids and I were up and moving at 6:30 and breakfast was finished by 7:30- thanks to Mr A who gets breakfast started most mornings. The nanny arrived at 7:30.It felt quite different to be up with Mr A. Most mornings I am in my 3rd or 10th dream when he gets up. I wake up enough to kiss him and snuggle back into my blankets. My kiddies were exhuasted by starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2469791508200556774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2469791508200556774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2469791508200556774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2469791508200556774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8237469469942618077</id><published>2011-06-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:15:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absentee father</title><summary type='text'>I have probably refered to my father as an absentee. We saw him every weekend and when we were young he would come by the house or school in the mornings. I guess I called him absent because he did not live with us. I guess what makes me think that perhaps he was not absent is 1) hearing of people who never or rarely saw their father or 2) realizing that there are children who see their father on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8237469469942618077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8237469469942618077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8237469469942618077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8237469469942618077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/absentee-father.html' title='absentee father'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7127402746731555991</id><published>2011-06-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:59:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bill</title><summary type='text'>I filed a lawsuit a year and a half ago and we are in discovery phase. Trial is early next year.The plaintiff is alleging age discrimination based on age, race, gender and retaliation for opposing discrimination.  The defendants have said there was no discrimination. They claim they did not allow defendant to apply for a job and would not hire her to do extended work because she lacked the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7127402746731555991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7127402746731555991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7127402746731555991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7127402746731555991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-bill.html' title='My Bill'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-5289407621102193542</id><published>2011-05-31T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:56:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>On shackingOne of my buds recently got married. Like last week recently. This weekend her facebook update said she was hanging out with the girls this Friday night.I know nothing about the  travel of her spouse. He could be working late on Friday, he could be out of town, he could visit his mom every Friday.I do wonder if living together 3 years (they moved in when TR was an infant) starts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5289407621102193542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=5289407621102193542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5289407621102193542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5289407621102193542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2751531125909662524</id><published>2011-05-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:35:47.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow daze</title><summary type='text'>I don't have a nanny on Friday. I made Friday a non work day because when the state had its furlough days, it meant there was certain work I could not do. Since Friday is game night and Mr A is gone from dark til dark, I realize I need to change that arrangement.TR usually has gymnastics on Friday but since she will be out of town for the summer, we did not sign her up for the current session. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2751531125909662524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2751531125909662524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2751531125909662524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2751531125909662524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/slow-daze.html' title='slow daze'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6366288869375739460</id><published>2011-05-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:07:08.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party over here</title><summary type='text'>Last week the kids' nanny told me she was doing a party. I said I would bring cheetos. They told me to bring cupcakes and the pinata.When TR saw the pinata she said it was her party. I did not tell her any different. Today at the party she got gifts and cards. Apparently it was a late birthday party. She has been celebrating her birthday every week. On her birthdate we celebrated at home, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6366288869375739460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6366288869375739460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6366288869375739460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6366288869375739460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/party-over-here.html' title='party over here'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7331590117143050913</id><published>2011-05-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:25:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation -part 2</title><summary type='text'>So I can't remember the point of my post. I have dinner thawing so we'll be ready to dine when Mr. A arrives.Anyway, Mr A and I are happy (I hate to post such statements because I don't want to jinx us). We aren't rolling in cash. We don't live in a 5 bedroom house. We've intentionally made professional choices that allow us the time to be together as a family.We could work more hours, have more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7331590117143050913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7331590117143050913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7331590117143050913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7331590117143050913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/motivation-part-2.html' title='Motivation -part 2'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-462425486634635233</id><published>2011-05-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:51:13.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivations</title><summary type='text'>As much as I love my business and the rush work gives me, motherhood and running my home like a well oiled machine gives me greater pleasure. Motherhood is a much more challenging yet rewarding task. When I read/hear women discuss motherhood in terms of childcare costs and derailing their careers I realize I must have never been a woman motivated by career. I want to build amazing businesses but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/462425486634635233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=462425486634635233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/462425486634635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/462425486634635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/motivations.html' title='motivations'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-6430091893205572850</id><published>2011-05-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:38:18.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>primary colors</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday TR wanted to paint with pink. I told her to mix red and white. She mixed it and was excited to see pink! Then she wanted to make purple. I told her to mix red and blue. She felt like orange and green would make purple. Today I let her experiment with mixing colors. I gave her a tray and she mixed more than she painted. I figured the nanny could clean the kids up. QT painted his hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6430091893205572850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=6430091893205572850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6430091893205572850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/6430091893205572850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/primary-colors.html' title='primary colors'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-9084881206349962943</id><published>2011-05-22T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:43:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No hurry, no worry</title><summary type='text'>U fnless I know everyone in attendance, I am usually one of the first people out of the door.Having kids in tow usually changes that. I end up being one of the last out of the door. I try not to rush when I have the kids. They like to observe things, ask questions and speak to people. As much as I rush, I enjoy mingling. The people who leave last are usually the workers, they are the people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9084881206349962943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=9084881206349962943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9084881206349962943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/9084881206349962943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-hurry-no-worry.html' title='No hurry, no worry'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1651860258260177519</id><published>2011-05-20T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:12:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer time</title><summary type='text'>I called TR's gym today to find out when this session ends. It ends this week. That made me a little sad. TR won't start another session until the fall. She will be a more mature 3 year old. These baby days wait for no one. I want to hold on to my time. Early childhood is such a beautiful time. Watching the development and day to day changes is amazing.One day your baby can't do A and the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1651860258260177519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1651860258260177519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1651860258260177519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1651860258260177519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-time.html' title='summer time'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-83173722441528230</id><published>2011-05-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:41:37.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Case</title><summary type='text'>Good thing I have Mr A. He brings me back to some sanity.I want TR to start school in kindergarten. I do not want preschool, pre-k or dk. For some reason I get caught up and find myself swept by the mothers discussing their kids in school. I think having this time to enjoy without a schedule is wonderful. I have been doing internet research on preschool homeschool. We already do most of what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/83173722441528230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=83173722441528230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/83173722441528230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/83173722441528230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/stress-case.html' title='Stress Case'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7308418007032792761</id><published>2011-05-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:06:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mommy Circle</title><summary type='text'>It rained on Monday. I gave TR her playdoh and I discovered that the kids' one to one daycare teacher (my new term for nanny) is a playdoh expert. She made two babies in a crib. The playdoh babies had eyes, ears, arms, legs, bodies, and faces. I was amazed by her skill. This is why she qualifies as a daycare teacher. She taught the kids real playdoh art.After she made lunch, she got the kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7308418007032792761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7308418007032792761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7308418007032792761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7308418007032792761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/mommy-circle.html' title='The Mommy Circle'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yxpayaIpBw/TdQKawMf2JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/veKGYTQe_ag/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7879624680344075660</id><published>2011-05-17T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:54:09.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public defenders and prosecutors</title><summary type='text'>I have met a few who were hard workers and viewed their clients as a human and not a pile of paper. There are public defenders who read through a file and forget a life is what they are reading about.I have done a few criminal matters. My first jury trial was criminal. The charge was embezzlement and my client seemed to have made an admission to the arresting officer. The jury found the client </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7879624680344075660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7879624680344075660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7879624680344075660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7879624680344075660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/public-defenders-and-prosecutors.html' title='public defenders and prosecutors'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-958755208334010656</id><published>2011-05-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:39:41.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educators</title><summary type='text'>My mother is an educator.  I use the term educator purposefully. Some teach but everyone who teaches is not an educator. Some people teach for a check. Educators teach from a love of imparting knowledge to others and watching growth. Some teach for the check and find it entertaining to mock their students. What is the saying that some do and others teach. Well those who teach for the check and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/958755208334010656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=958755208334010656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/958755208334010656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/958755208334010656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/educators.html' title='Educators'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2763830959625970246</id><published>2011-05-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:22:01.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning</title><summary type='text'>Winning, to me, includes losing but achieving a change. There is a school district in a hick town in Central CA. that sends its attorneys to parent meetings for students with disabilities. The law allows the school to invite persons who have specialized knowledge regarding the child. Typically this would be school staff. Staff has cause and a need to review a kid's file.When an attorney appears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2763830959625970246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2763830959625970246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2763830959625970246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2763830959625970246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/winning.html' title='Winning'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1773173517951470771</id><published>2011-05-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:14:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun</title><summary type='text'>Rmse's party was SOOOOO much fun!We had it at the gymnastics school and the instructors gave the kids a 1.5 hour lesson. The parents loved it and they loved that it was from 5:30 to 7:30 pm because it meant the kids would be knocked out for the evening.TR had a few of her park friends come and the children of Mr. A's coach friends. I considered inviting a couple of parents with young kids but for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1773173517951470771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1773173517951470771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1773173517951470771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1773173517951470771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4536697434102794724</id><published>2011-05-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:49:21.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It only gets better</title><summary type='text'>I'm becoming quite domestic. I think part of my inspiration is keeping Mr A out of the kitchen. If something bubbles out of a pot, I get it right then. He seems to let it stay. I can cook and keep the kitchen clean. He cooks and cleans the kitchen but I think my way is easier.For the last few weeks, maybe even month, I think I have cooked more then he has. I have enjoyed feeding my family! I love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4536697434102794724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4536697434102794724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4536697434102794724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4536697434102794724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-only-gets-better.html' title='It only gets better'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4383630032345614250</id><published>2011-05-13T10:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:42:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I noticed blogger made some changes to my blog. It now has that I have been on blogger since May 2011 and not sometime in 2006. Now its deleted a couple of my posts. I hope it doesn't delete my blogs. If it does, I hope the wayback machine holds on to them. I need to figure out how to save my online diary.I have chronicled the start of my relationship with Mr. A, engagement, wedding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4383630032345614250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4383630032345614250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4383630032345614250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4383630032345614250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/blogger.html' title='Blogger'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-2042997577372861442</id><published>2011-05-12T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:43:02.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>THink on this</title><summary type='text'>Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Phillipians 4:8.I am focusing on that scripture. I will focus on and exemplify things that are lovely and of good report.It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2042997577372861442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=2042997577372861442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2042997577372861442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/2042997577372861442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/think-on-this.html' title='THink on this'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-4802587233880793777</id><published>2011-05-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:05:40.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party On</title><summary type='text'>PartyMr A and I have resolved to call the park daycare.  It's a specialized daycare where each child has a single adult assigned to them. Saying your child is in daycare is more widely accepted. :)The children in this photo are my kids' classmates. Try to see if you can spot TR. If you picked the girl with melanin you'd be correct. There are a few more brown kids but they seem to be elsewhere. TR</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4802587233880793777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=4802587233880793777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4802587233880793777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/4802587233880793777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/party-on.html' title='Party On'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDaNe1hZkjI/Tcs0S1x3X4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/nVwGzwjIqHE/s72-c/2011-05-11_11-47-06_949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-5137865375865409735</id><published>2011-05-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:37:27.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>you're hereeeee!</title><summary type='text'>I did a night out with the girls last weekend. We were all married and one had a boyfriend of a year and is moving toward that. I was the only mother and the others either did not want kids or planned to have them but weren't sure if they wanted them.I really think men need to stop tying up with women who say they don't want kids. Mr A says most men think women will change their minds. 2 of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5137865375865409735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=5137865375865409735&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5137865375865409735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/5137865375865409735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-hereeeee.html' title='you&apos;re hereeeee!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-1336221159260785751</id><published>2011-05-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:38:40.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darling child</title><summary type='text'>My darling TR has an ear infection. The news was hard to take. Since I broughtt her home from the hospital she has been free of illness. She has had a few runs with the runs and a couple of colds, but nothing that required medicine. I feel like I failed her.She has gotten scraped up and bloody from playing so she has visited the doctor for that but I accept that I married a daredevil and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1336221159260785751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=1336221159260785751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1336221159260785751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/1336221159260785751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/darling-child.html' title='darling child'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7215464554662672953</id><published>2011-05-02T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:33:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journey</title><summary type='text'>My goal is to upload a few photos from the weekend.We finally got somewhere with enough wind to have some quality kite flying time. Mr. A recalls flying kites as a kid, so he wanted to share that with TR. She had a great time and tried to teach me how to keep the kite in the air.  I'm not sure why I am kite challenged.We visited a new mall out in Topango Canyon. This mall is serious about being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7215464554662672953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7215464554662672953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7215464554662672953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7215464554662672953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-journey.html' title='New Journey'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-7336923098949108300</id><published>2011-04-29T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T06:53:28.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the menu</title><summary type='text'>Mr. A does the big grocery shopping.  He passes whole foods and ralph's on his way home and he is strong enough to carry the stuff in. One day he came in and had the meat in a "keep cool bag".  I have purchased items that needed to be kept cool but whole paycheck has never offered this bag to me.  Its sorta like ordering at In and Out. The menu has about 3 items but if you are in the know, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7336923098949108300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=7336923098949108300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7336923098949108300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/7336923098949108300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/04/menu.html' title='the menu'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852407399233914010.post-8094744968880678314</id><published>2011-04-26T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:53:16.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pipelines</title><summary type='text'>It's spring and I seem to be regaining my momentum. I made a good amount of money in April and feel pretty good about the work I have gotten done despite my having a hectic work week last week with heavy travel. It was heave because I had two kiddies with me. I seemed to have discovered a nice oakland babysitter and I had to force her to take money.I often think I do well in business because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8094744968880678314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=852407399233914010&amp;postID=8094744968880678314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8094744968880678314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/852407399233914010/posts/default/8094744968880678314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momswholunch.blogspot.com/2011/04/pipelines.html' title='pipelines'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412546579439224757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlvRU0hXClg/ToxbVIOC6TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AjYhlCUX_gU/s220/2011-07-21_12-07-51_723.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
