<?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-8420812168828455219</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:34:20.731-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Hockey'/><category term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category term='What&apos;s for Dinner'/><category term='Disney Dreams'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Date night'/><category term='C Diff'/><category term='Car trouble'/><category term='Recipe review'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Deals'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='My Opinion'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Economic crisis'/><category term='Potty 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href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7269346769180916002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7269346769180916002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7269346769180916002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7269346769180916002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7964886078087703325</id><published>2009-10-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:04:03.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast Live, and outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After our yummy (yet long lunch) at the 50's Prime Time Cafe, we rushed to make it to Beauty and the Beast Live, on the other side of the park. We actually had to get our desserts to go, and ate them on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast Live, was incredible. I never expected to see a Broadway level show while at Disney's Hollywood Studios. It's truly like I had gotten two tickets, for the price of one. This show, in my opinion, was worth the cost of the HWS ticket alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll8VtjEvI/AAAAAAAACC0/UF1PQwfwGgQ/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950516420252402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll8VtjEvI/AAAAAAAACC0/UF1PQwfwGgQ/s320/Disney-Tampa09+151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll7g0hxOI/AAAAAAAACCs/fk96_7kzYKk/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950502222447842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll7g0hxOI/AAAAAAAACCs/fk96_7kzYKk/s320/Disney-Tampa09+149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll7D8bmYI/AAAAAAAACCk/K4m2_sIoahk/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950494470969730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll7D8bmYI/AAAAAAAACCk/K4m2_sIoahk/s320/Disney-Tampa09+143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have a princess or a prince, they both will love this show. You get just enough villain vs princess to balance it out, for the whole family to enjoy. And as you can tell, the costuming was fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950523719779602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll8w55BRI/AAAAAAAACC8/w0hBei5tsTY/s320/Disney-Tampa09+158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my tip: while we were there, Beauty and the Beast Live was only running twice that day. Make sure that when you walk into any park, to check the schedule boards FIRST. Before doing anything else. Even visiting the ladies' room should come second to this activity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always look for your "must see" showing to schedule into your day. In this case, Beauty and the Beast Live was only showing at 10:00am and 2:00pm. We missed the first showing, so our only other opportunity was to catch the 2:00pm one. While most of Disney is "wing it", there are some things you really have to plan for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7964886078087703325?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7964886078087703325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7964886078087703325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7964886078087703325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7964886078087703325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-and-beast-live-and-outdoors.html' title='Beauty and the Beast Live, and outdoors'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssll8VtjEvI/AAAAAAAACC0/UF1PQwfwGgQ/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1632651559429340763</id><published>2009-10-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:20:36.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>50's Prime Time Cafe -aka- my haven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think anyone who knows me, knows that I love everything and anything 50's! So it was only natural that one of my first ADR's (advance dining reservations in Disney speak) would be at the 50's Prime Time Cafe located in Disney's Hollywood Studios. This is a table-service restaurant worth 1 dining credit per person on the Disney dining plan. If you are on the dining plan, because it is not a buffet, it includes an appetizer and dessert of your choice.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really felt at home here because of "mom's rules" which were very similar to my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sslflh-twYI/AAAAAAAACCc/VLujE5umhBU/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Mom cooked the dinner. You set the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Clean your plate. That means- eat it all. I mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) No elbows on the table. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so they are the same rules I have at home, but you know what I mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's M setting her place, with the kids menu as her place mat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sslfkj-ddSI/AAAAAAAACCM/47XFQWLv-S0/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388943510862656802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sslfkj-ddSI/AAAAAAAACCM/47XFQWLv-S0/s320/Disney-Tampa09+137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I mention that the portions are HUGE?? This place is more appropriate for dinner, not lunch as we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered mom's pot roast which was melt-in-your-mouth! But like I said, it was huge and I wasn't about to stuff myself on such a hot day. Cousin Joey (our waiter) scolded me for it, but hey, a girl's gotta watch her figure, am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388943520697173282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslflInMRSI/AAAAAAAACCU/1CTAXXNpHW4/s320/Disney-Tampa09+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because J didn't have a good enough excuse for not clearing his plate, Cousin Joey made sure he finished off his plate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388943527506723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sslflh-twYI/AAAAAAAACCc/VLujE5umhBU/s320/Disney-Tampa09+141.JPG" /&gt;Bottom line, it was a blast. The TVs were great (loved watching old episodes of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse). The food was good (albeit slow to come out) and the theme of the restaurant was AMAZING. Disney is lucky they hot glued down most of the things in there, as I tried to take off with a few trinkets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time though, we'll be visiting for dinner, instead of lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1632651559429340763?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1632651559429340763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1632651559429340763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1632651559429340763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1632651559429340763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/50s-prime-time-cafe-aka-my-haven.html' title='50&apos;s Prime Time Cafe -aka- my haven.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sslfkj-ddSI/AAAAAAAACCM/47XFQWLv-S0/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5077143960809527627</id><published>2009-10-04T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:28:45.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Honey, I Shrunk... YOUR kid! Love, Disney.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The best part of the Disney mind set, is that they are ALWAYS thinking of the little ones. It doesn't matter which park you visit, there is something for your child to do, and enjoy to the max! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at Disney's Hollywood Studios, it was about 1000 degrees out (okay, so I might exaggerate a little on this). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking that we would have to mainly stay indoors (aka air conditioned freezing cold buildings) to enjoy our time, we found this gem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslcZyVS5GI/AAAAAAAACCE/EPSHvGGqXZg/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388940027203085410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslcZyVS5GI/AAAAAAAACCE/EPSHvGGqXZg/s320/Disney-Tampa09+134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Honey I Shrunk the Kids attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this isn't your normal Disney attraction. You can run, jump and slide and climb- in the shade (there are also small water fountains throughout). There is also only 1 exit/ entrance, so it's easy to see if your child makes a break for it. The floor is also rubberized, so no worries about bumps and bruises. The little ones LOVE this area, and when I spoke to the on staff cast member, he said that he's seen families stay in that are all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslcZh-tg6I/AAAAAAAACB8/UsBgYYynYX0/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388940022813393826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslcZh-tg6I/AAAAAAAACB8/UsBgYYynYX0/s320/Disney-Tampa09+133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only down side to this area, is that there isn't any seating for the parents, and many of the things are just too small for adults to fit into. So the adults pretty much stand around and stare at our feet while the kids play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, it's a great area for the kids to really play, and get some energy out. It also makes up for the fact that their dads dragged them into Star Tours and the Indiana Jones experience. M just wasn't into them, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5077143960809527627?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5077143960809527627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5077143960809527627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5077143960809527627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5077143960809527627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/honey-i-shrunk-your-kid-love-disney.html' title='Honey, I Shrunk... YOUR kid! Love, Disney.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SslcZyVS5GI/AAAAAAAACCE/EPSHvGGqXZg/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6767593984882162231</id><published>2009-10-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:47:49.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>If you're a d-o-r-k like me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know who these people are, and you think it's okay that I squeeeled on the inside when I saw them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgQHws5SNI/AAAAAAAACB0/HuFUXzKCRfI/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388574679667132626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgQHws5SNI/AAAAAAAACB0/HuFUXzKCRfI/s320/Disney-Tampa09+132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgQHUr1mOI/AAAAAAAACBs/2uoVz9HUBQc/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388574672146503906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgQHUr1mOI/AAAAAAAACBs/2uoVz9HUBQc/s320/Disney-Tampa09+131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Disney Hollywood Studios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6767593984882162231?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6767593984882162231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6767593984882162231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6767593984882162231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6767593984882162231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-youre-d-o-r-k-like-me.html' title='If you&apos;re a d-o-r-k like me...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgQHws5SNI/AAAAAAAACB0/HuFUXzKCRfI/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-2586495564894850879</id><published>2009-10-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:06:30.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Hoop De Doo Musical Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this dinner is 2 dining credits per person on the dining plan, and well worth it. You must see this at least once in your life. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, it will set you back about $50 per person without the dining plan. The beer, wine and sangria are all you can drink and the food is all you can eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to a cast member, the Hoop De Doo musical review is the longest running dinner theater show in the US. This to me, is pretty cool. Even better, the food is awesome. We had finger-lickin' ribs, amazing corn bread, fried chicken and strawberry shortcake for dessert. We also had some salad, but we were on vacation, so who really cares about salad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music was awesome, and they had the audience participate. Even 2 weeks later, M at 4 is still singing the songs verbatim. They are that catchy, and I don't mind. I wish I could have bought a CD. It was really that great (and funny) of a show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgGYTQPiKI/AAAAAAAACBk/NmDZQJ5Bod0/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388563968703826082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgGYTQPiKI/AAAAAAAACBk/NmDZQJ5Bod0/s320/Disney-Tampa09+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; M and Flora Long, who announced M's birthday to the theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgGX3nNMCI/AAAAAAAACBc/-o7U03_ngO0/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388563961283948578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgGX3nNMCI/AAAAAAAACBc/-o7U03_ngO0/s320/Disney-Tampa09+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoop De Doo is located in Pioneer Hall, at the Ft. Wilderness Resort and campgrounds. The best way to get there is by boat, from the Magic Kingdom. If at any point you're not sure how to get there from your resort, talk to concierge or guest services. They will direct you to the fastest and easiest route.&lt;br /&gt;If you do go, say hi to Claire for me. Once my stint as Snow White is over, I'm taking her job. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-2586495564894850879?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/2586495564894850879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=2586495564894850879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2586495564894850879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2586495564894850879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoop-de-doo-musical-review.html' title='Hoop De Doo Musical Review'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsgGYTQPiKI/AAAAAAAACBk/NmDZQJ5Bod0/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8627463620171124730</id><published>2009-10-03T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:17:13.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Lunch at Crystal Palace with Pooh and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While we were at Disney, we got to have lunch at the Crystal Palace, a beautiful (mostly glass) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in the Magic Kingdom. It's a buffet, and is one credit per person on the Disney Dining Plan. Again, the food is Disney quality and it's hard to find something you won't like. In fact, it had one of my favorites, the citrus marinated flank steak on the menu. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yummay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, you had the opportunity to meet Pooh and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M got to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eeyore&lt;/span&gt;, and in this picture (which I had to post) she was telling him that "It'll be okay, please don't be sad". It was so sweet, and he lingered quite a bit at our table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-zI34sOI/AAAAAAAACBU/Kk8bcbKjBCo/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388555633680756962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-zI34sOI/AAAAAAAACBU/Kk8bcbKjBCo/s320/Disney-Tampa09+103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-yoyRB5I/AAAAAAAACBM/00CrYQLx0WE/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388555625067251602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-yoyRB5I/AAAAAAAACBM/00CrYQLx0WE/s320/Disney-Tampa09+099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-yaQUY4I/AAAAAAAACBE/2IR2tZ9UuYY/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388555621166769026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-yaQUY4I/AAAAAAAACBE/2IR2tZ9UuYY/s320/Disney-Tampa09+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-x4HAK2I/AAAAAAAACA8/bnV2svG3Mq4/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388555612000889698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-x4HAK2I/AAAAAAAACA8/bnV2svG3Mq4/s320/Disney-Tampa09+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no one mentions to you that Character meals are all about timing. If you come in during the characters making their last go-around, they take a break and it can be quite some time before they come back out. We were done eating before they even got to our table. However, the wait was well worth it, and even got us out of the heat for a little bit. Just be prepared, and not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if they aren't visiting you right away. Patience is key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8627463620171124730?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8627463620171124730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8627463620171124730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8627463620171124730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8627463620171124730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunch-at-crystal-palace-with-pooh-and.html' title='Lunch at Crystal Palace with Pooh and Friends'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf-zI34sOI/AAAAAAAACBU/Kk8bcbKjBCo/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4882248408025226435</id><published>2009-10-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:24:55.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Jasmine is type A. And I love her for it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First things first. I need to comment about Aladdin's flying carpets. These were a HUGE hit with M, so much so that we rode them twice during our trip, which was the only ride we did more than once (we did hit up the Tiki Room twice, to distract M from Pirates and keep her out of the heat). This is a great ride for the adventurous little ones, because they get to control part of the ride. It not only goes up and down, but it also tilts forward and back. Which could make you sick, if you've just had your Dole Whip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_3gmPMI/AAAAAAAACA0/ZB1Q-9Bx3II/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548155776580802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_3gmPMI/AAAAAAAACA0/ZB1Q-9Bx3II/s320/Disney-Tampa09+084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, finding out that Jasmine is not included in any of the Character meals in the Magic Kingdom, we waited in a very long (and hot- us Ohioans are just not equipped for the Florida sun) line to get her autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_M3zcmI/AAAAAAAACAk/h2iYe5GxY_U/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548144331190882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_M3zcmI/AAAAAAAACAk/h2iYe5GxY_U/s320/Disney-Tampa09+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now Jasmine was a lady IN CHARGE. She made any child (or adult for that matter) that came through pose with her and Aladdin. And not the just stand there and smile pose, SHE would come over and put your child's feet and hands in the place SHE thought they should be. It makes for a great photograph, and for some reason, M didn't argue (unlike with Tink, who almost ended up with a black eye, but you'll have to come back for that one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548146657495970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_VicC6I/AAAAAAAACAs/pGTOJTq5f2o/s320/Disney-Tampa09+086.JPG" /&gt;So thank you Jasmine, this picture wouldn't rock as nearly as much as it does-without you being OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4882248408025226435?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4882248408025226435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4882248408025226435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4882248408025226435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4882248408025226435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/jasmine-is-type-and-i-love-her-for-it.html' title='Jasmine is type A. And I love her for it.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssf3_3gmPMI/AAAAAAAACA0/ZB1Q-9Bx3II/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-826397108217132437</id><published>2009-10-03T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:59:30.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>The morning M molested Mickey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For our first breakfast at Disney, we chose the Contemporary's Chef Mickey's character breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are staying at a NON monorail resort, you will need to take a bus to the Magic Kingdom, then get on the monorail to arrive at the Contemporary resort (allow yourself at least 15 min for this option). Or you could just take a cab from your resort straight there like we did. It ran us $15, and the cabs are at your resort already, so you're not waiting around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one dining credit per person on the dining plan, and is a buffet. Drinks are included. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you first walk in, they take your picture as a family, and then try to sell you an outrageously priced photo package at your table. We passed on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was pretty good. They had the famous Mickey face waffles (those taste like heaven), bacon, sausage, fruit, and various egg dishes. FYI: this was one of the locations that brought out a cupcake for M before we got to hit the buffet, so keep your eyes open if you want your kid to eat some real food before hittin' the sugary stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M was so excited to meet all the characters, and took the pressure off us to track them down in the parks for their autographs, saving us a lot of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got to meet Goofy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssftzb85nVI/AAAAAAAACAc/yH8-JFJX5JU/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388536947104390482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssftzb85nVI/AAAAAAAACAc/yH8-JFJX5JU/s320/Disney-Tampa09+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Donald (who I've always had a little crush on):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftzEFPgGI/AAAAAAAACAU/YbTYkVt5NRQ/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388536940696928354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftzEFPgGI/AAAAAAAACAU/YbTYkVt5NRQ/s320/Disney-Tampa09+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftKnymZkI/AAAAAAAACAM/J4d2qqvpdKk/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388536245907777090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftKnymZkI/AAAAAAAACAM/J4d2qqvpdKk/s320/Disney-Tampa09+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie in her FABULOUS polka dots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftKNdUOHI/AAAAAAAACAE/nI1lulry0KI/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388536238839183474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftKNdUOHI/AAAAAAAACAE/nI1lulry0KI/s320/Disney-Tampa09+078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came Mickey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was about to walk right on by, but M wasn't having any of it. She grabbed the mouse by his pants and spun him around (not kidding here) then proceeded to climb up him. She grabbed his ears, yanked him down and planted a big one on him. He then took the time to give her a little mouse lovin'. And her day was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftJlfyXJI/AAAAAAAAB_8/9yZS0bllPzo/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388536228112129170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsftJlfyXJI/AAAAAAAAB_8/9yZS0bllPzo/s320/Disney-Tampa09+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Disney, you impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-826397108217132437?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/826397108217132437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=826397108217132437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/826397108217132437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/826397108217132437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-m-molested-mickey.html' title='The morning M molested Mickey.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssftzb85nVI/AAAAAAAACAc/yH8-JFJX5JU/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4573438947135762345</id><published>2009-10-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:12:18.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Disney does a birthday right.</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, having a birthday at the "happiest place on Earth" cannot be beat. Which is why J and I chose to have M's 4th birthday week at Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;When you first check into your resort (and even before that when you book your vacation) you are asked if anyone in your party is celebrating an event. If you're celebrating a birthday, anniversary, just married, just engaged or family reunion, you are given for FREE a button that can be personalized. If you get one of these buttons, a cast member will write your name on it with a sharpie. When they do, request that they cover the name with a piece of scotch tape. This will save you a whole-lotta headache when the rain storms come, 'cause even with a sharpie the name will run. The tape works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge ticket to getting recognized by cast members, and can sometimes score you some other freebies. In my experience, it's also gotten us (when we were married) immediate fast passes to certain rides that you'd otherwise have to come back later on to.&lt;br /&gt;At the GF 1900 Park Faire dinner, M was given small toys and large stickers by the manager, and even our waitress brought her some foil Tinker Bell stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssfli814_pI/AAAAAAAAB_M/5ZMbcZNsj9Q/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388527867782561426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssfli814_pI/AAAAAAAAB_M/5ZMbcZNsj9Q/s320/Disney-Tampa09+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsfliV4z1XI/AAAAAAAAB_E/ve9WxndeaDE/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388527857325823346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsfliV4z1XI/AAAAAAAAB_E/ve9WxndeaDE/s320/Disney-Tampa09+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at every. single. meal, M was given a MASSIVE cupcake. Every meal. Even breakfast. so that makes hmmmm, at least 15 cupcakes in a 5 day period. As a parent, you just have to relax and remember that the sugar will get your child through the busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssflh73livI/AAAAAAAAB-8/cnnxzrVLe7M/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388527850341370610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssflh73livI/AAAAAAAAB-8/cnnxzrVLe7M/s320/Disney-Tampa09+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My only suggestion for this is to ask your server to bring he cupcake out AFTER your meal is completed. We ran into a couple of restaurants that brought it out before our meal was even served. Now, you tell me what a preschooler is going to want to eat- the cupcake in front of them, or the meal that will be out in 10 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4573438947135762345?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4573438947135762345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4573438947135762345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4573438947135762345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4573438947135762345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney-does-birthday-right.html' title='Disney does a birthday right.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssfli814_pI/AAAAAAAAB_M/5ZMbcZNsj9Q/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-9000138592569143612</id><published>2009-10-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:43:09.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>And the magic begins... Our first evening on Disney property</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J and I have a tradition, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388246499202157090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsblpJMvyiI/AAAAAAAAB-0/X7emSG9ch6I/s320/honeymoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(this was us, nearly 7 years ago, before M, and about 70lbs lighter for me, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we eat at 1900 Park Faire at the Grand Floridian for our first 'official Disney Dinner'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, we got to bring M, which was more than awesome. See, the 1900 Park Faire dinner is a character dinner (1 table service credit for the dining plans, as it is a buffet) and it features characters from the movie (one you might have heard of) Cinderella. When J and I first came, they only had Cinderella, her fella, the Fairy Godmother, and some mice. This time around, they gave FG the boot, along with the mice, to only replace them with the mean-old step-mother and Cindy's step-sisters (who were HILARIOUS). Apparently, things are still going strong between Cindy and her man PC, 'cause they kept him around. This really worked out well for us, because at the time (really, M has already switched her Princess of choice thanks to my SIL for sending her a Belle costume) Cinderella was M's idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some of you might be like, okay, so how was the food? Disney KILLS it! I had the dill salmon as my main protein, and I am still craving it. This buffet is well worth the credit, and since it's on the monorail (at the GF), very convenient from the parks.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388244726537920674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbkB9gqIKI/AAAAAAAAB-s/fQ-t-pqHvO4/s320/Disney-Tampa09+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388242327138934722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssbh2TDXH8I/AAAAAAAAB-U/Ya2Lu3s3LFI/s320/Disney-Tampa09+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388242312144700370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Ssbh1bMdQ9I/AAAAAAAAB-E/h-lWyhbWZeY/s320/Disney-Tampa09+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388244287294507666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbjoZM3ipI/AAAAAAAAB-k/irgu8fJdFdA/s320/Disney-Tampa09+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388241077367166962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbgtjSjV_I/AAAAAAAAB98/0rkBPtU-FKQ/s320/Disney-Tampa09+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was M's 'magical moment', and at this point in time, made the entire price tag of our trip, worth every. single. penny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-9000138592569143612?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/9000138592569143612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=9000138592569143612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9000138592569143612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9000138592569143612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-magic-begins-our-first-evening-on.html' title='And the magic begins... Our first evening on Disney property'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsblpJMvyiI/AAAAAAAAB-0/X7emSG9ch6I/s72-c/honeymoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7152352480751559071</id><published>2009-10-02T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:08:22.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Our resort at Disney, Port Orleans: French Quarter.</title><content type='html'>Now when I took the following pictures of our resort, it was during a FFRS (Florida Freak Rain Shower for short), and for some reason, I never took pictures during the normal weather we had the majority of the time. Sorry 'bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXvl7lAEI/AAAAAAAAB9E/iFnsqoiGkOg/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388231216831201346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXvl7lAEI/AAAAAAAAB9E/iFnsqoiGkOg/s320/Disney-Tampa09+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, choosing our resort was pretty easy. I came into AAA with a budget in mind, as well as some back-up research from the &lt;a href="http://www.passporter.com/"&gt;Passporter.com&lt;/a&gt; message boards. Always check there before booking your vacation. There are some real experts on all of the Disney resorts, and you can get some great information from their threads!&lt;br /&gt;Like I had mentioned before, I was spoiled during my first trip to Disney, staying at the Grand Floridian. I wanted the feel of that deluxe resort, without the price tag.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the POFQ resort because not only was it affordable, it was small. There are only about 1000 rooms at the French Quarter, and it's the first stop for buses from the parks (your ride time is only 10-15 minutes to the parks).&lt;br /&gt;It does have a 'sister resort', Port Orleans Riverside, which is bigger, and from what I hear is much noisier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXvK8q7JI/AAAAAAAAB88/qTV5JHOr9zw/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388231209588026514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXvK8q7JI/AAAAAAAAB88/qTV5JHOr9zw/s320/Disney-Tampa09+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The theme of this resort is incredible. The roads were cobblestone, and the railings were wrought iron. You had the option to ride in a horse-drawn carriage to view the resort (those set you back $35 a tour) which is amazing in the evenings when the oil street lamps are lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXurrqTRI/AAAAAAAAB80/fdGX_76hBx8/s1600-h/Disney-Tampa09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388231201195183378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXurrqTRI/AAAAAAAAB80/fdGX_76hBx8/s320/Disney-Tampa09+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime we visited concierge, or the front desk, we were always showered with beads (and no, you don't have to -ahem- show anything to earn them)! Everyone was friendly, with the exception of mouse keeping, which is another story for later on. This resort really takes the party to another level!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rooms are a decent size. Ours had 2 full-size beds, large dresser, padded bench, table w/ two chairs and side table. The decorations are adorable, really carrying on the "Victorian New Orleans" feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you chose this resort, I highly recommend buildings 2 &amp;amp; 5 (yes, you can request them! We were in building 2), as they are the most centrally located to the pool and the main bus hubs. These buildings tend to be a little noisier, but is worth it when you need to make a trek back to your room after a long day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cafe is AWESOME. They have fantastic food choices, with every budget in mind as well. You can get anything from gumbo to taco salad. And take it from J, the beignets are amazing, and a must-try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, Disney's Port Orleans: French Quarter is one if Disney's best kept secrets. It's your deluxe resort, with moderate prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7152352480751559071?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7152352480751559071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7152352480751559071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7152352480751559071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7152352480751559071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-resort-at-disney-port-orleans.html' title='Our resort at Disney, Port Orleans: French Quarter.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsbXvl7lAEI/AAAAAAAAB9E/iFnsqoiGkOg/s72-c/Disney-Tampa09+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4283370539124795721</id><published>2009-10-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:39:40.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>The first of many Disney posts...</title><content type='html'>1. Disney is affordable, and fits in every budget. Talk to a travel agent, they know and will get you the best deals for your travel time frame. I used AAA, and loved them. They keep things in order for you, and keep on the lookout for any changes with your reservation or airline information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Disney is for everyone. From the infant who hangs out in the Baby Bjorn, to the elderly. We saw so many babies go nuts for Pooh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; and Piglet. It really warms your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Disney resorts are not always as they seem. You can stay at a moderate, but it feels like a deluxe. J and I have stayed at the Grand Floridian in the past (we paid about $700 a night) and this trip we stayed at Port Orleans, French Quarter and paid about $170 a night. While the service wasn't as great, the grounds were prettier (in my opinion) than the Grand Floridian. The pool was also a million times better because the continuation of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Disney provides transportation if you're staying on site, at a Disney Resort. Take a few hours to familiarize yourself with the system and utilize the Transportation and Ticket Center (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt; on the bus scrolls). It will get you anywhere in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sign your family up for the Disney Deluxe Dining plan in advance. Get it paid off when you pay off your trip, and you will spend NO money on food what-so-ever. Our bottled water was covered under this plan, as well as the chocolate covered strawberries in Hollywood Studios. It was well worth the price. This also includes the refillable resort mugs. Alone, these things are EXPENSIVE, however, they save you a ton of money while at your hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Character meals are a must-do and are worth their weight in gold. Not only are they entertaining, but you kill two birds with one stone. You have to eat, right? So why not see the characters then, instead of hunting them down in the park? The only one I felt rushed at was the Cinderella's Royal Table breakfast in the castle. The food was terrible, the waiter was rude (I know this was probably just our experience, but I felt it was worth mentioning) and I felt like the princesses rushed through the room. All in all, it took about 40 minutes for that particular meal.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them though, the characters interacted with my child well, signed autographs and posed for pictures, so the rest of the day we got to spend time on the rides, and fit in some shows. Make sure to have your reservations at least 90 days out (they are switching back to the 180 day reservation system soon, I just don't have a date for it yet). Call with your reservation number and credit card in hand. Many meals still require a credit card to reserve, however it will not be charged UNLESS you cancel within 48 hours. Trust me, they DO. They did it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can't do the Magic Kingdom in one day. Don't even try it. I don't think you can do it in 2. You might be able to squeeze it into 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most dinner theater shows include unlimited beer and wine for those over 21. Hoop De &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; review includes bottom-less sangria. A big thank-you from the parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The spray fans being sold in the parks for $17 are worth it, if it's hot. I cringed when I handed over my money, but thanked them later when the temps hit the hundreds (or seemed to). You can also take them to any station selling them, and they will refill them with ICE water for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have a plan. And a back up plan. Know where your reservations are, and make a map. Get the most out of your time by checking the schedule boards first thing when you walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Little ones (under 6) need a stroller. No ifs, ands or buts. Bring one, or buy the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolcraft&lt;/span&gt; one in the parks. You can also rent them. We bought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolcraft&lt;/span&gt; one, and LOVED it. M really needed it, even though she hadn't been in a stroller since she was 18 months. This also helped keep her rested, so no naps were needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The monorail is your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;. Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bring ponchos from home and keep them with you. You can buy clear ones from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart in the camping section for 88 cents a piece. We forgot ours in our hotel room, and had to buy the Disney ones, and paid $22.50 for 3 of them. Florida can rain without warning. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Utilize the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photopass&lt;/span&gt; system. Recognize the photographers and pull your 1st card out immediately to hand to them. This will keep your number of cards you have to enter later on down quite a bit. It gets monotonous. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a princess, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bippity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boppity&lt;/span&gt; Boutique is worth the money. Really. I know, it seems expensive, but it's not for what you get. Again, trust me on this one. Plus, your little princess gets recognized throughout the whole day. People go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NUTSO&lt;/span&gt; for little girls dressed up. I've seen it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. As a parent, you might be overwhelmed with emotion the first time your child steps into the Magic of it all. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to cry. Really it is. I did it. I think J even might have shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Take a Disney vacation. Just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4283370539124795721?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4283370539124795721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4283370539124795721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4283370539124795721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4283370539124795721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-of-many-disney-posts.html' title='The first of many Disney posts...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8336565347818177860</id><published>2009-09-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:51:45.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to do in Dayton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>What to do in Dayton, in October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsEPX6_1ShI/AAAAAAAAB8s/YiYsbdaFDME/s1600-h/Phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603532960221714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsEPX6_1ShI/AAAAAAAAB8s/YiYsbdaFDME/s320/Phil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Photo courtesy of daytonphilharmonic.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCIK Entrance of the Gladiators (1st part) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIEBERMANN Revelry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WENDEL The Ride of the Headless Horseman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEYER Rosin-Eating Zombies from Outer Space &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;ST&amp;shy;RAVINSKY &lt;a href="http://daytonphilharmonic.com/content.jsp?articleId=1626"&gt;The Firebird Suite&lt;/a&gt; (narrated) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WILLIAMS Sorceror's Stone Suite: Harry's Wondrous World &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the way these sound? Then head to &lt;a href="http://www.daytonphilharmonic.com/content.jsp?articleId=1490"&gt;Dayton's Philharmonster&lt;/a&gt;, conducted by the famous Neal Gittleman on October 24, 2009 at 3:00pm. Tickets range from $10-$17, and you can order them by calling (888) 228-3630. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part? It's a family haloween concert, so feel free to bring the kiddos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a Dayton tradition at the Schuster Center, so I hope to see you there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8336565347818177860?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8336565347818177860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8336565347818177860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8336565347818177860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8336565347818177860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do-in-dayton-in-october.html' title='What to do in Dayton, in October'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsEPX6_1ShI/AAAAAAAAB8s/YiYsbdaFDME/s72-c/Phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4904333262233696994</id><published>2009-09-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:48:02.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsDYVvulNgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/XLYB1r4GNKY/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386543022435808770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsDYVvulNgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/XLYB1r4GNKY/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window... It is windy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking... That I can't wait for payday so I reserve my next vacation. Yes, I know I just got home ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for... Disney World and my wonderful in-laws. And Pizza Rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the learning rooms... M starts preschool on Friday. EEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the kitchen... Teriyaki Pork Chops and Rose D beans. Made by J. 'Cause I can't cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing... Brown everything. I miss Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am creating... A blog post. Really, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going... Broke. Disney, it's your fault. Not that I'm complaining. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading... Nothing. I need to get a book!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping... To get better, and beat C Diff once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing... Word World. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around the house... It needs picked up! M has created a mess already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things... The heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... Heading to the doctor, so he can yell at me for all the junk I've eaten lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4904333262233696994?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4904333262233696994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4904333262233696994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4904333262233696994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4904333262233696994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/outside-my-window.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SsDYVvulNgI/AAAAAAAAB8g/XLYB1r4GNKY/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5116989000215275116</id><published>2009-09-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:47:05.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss of a legend'/><title type='text'>M. In true form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a544d5ca9718b023" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da544d5ca9718b023%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331373050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DDF3F3EB59DA392543BA2528574D0B10C5D991.67C0DEADA9020C57CE899B05F6DBF5FA8C93E5AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da544d5ca9718b023%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjlHFHJZRea4B3QnMevPUTZ1H4JQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da544d5ca9718b023%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331373050%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DDF3F3EB59DA392543BA2528574D0B10C5D991.67C0DEADA9020C57CE899B05F6DBF5FA8C93E5AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da544d5ca9718b023%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjlHFHJZRea4B3QnMevPUTZ1H4JQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her impression of the late Billy Mays (2), after meeting Billy Mays (3). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5116989000215275116?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5116989000215275116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5116989000215275116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5116989000215275116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5116989000215275116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/m-in-true-form.html' title='M. In true form.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1555570244885853340</id><published>2009-09-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:42:16.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C Diff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>To give you an update...</title><content type='html'>If you're new here- welcome! If you're one of my regulars- welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd give you all an update on my health.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;battling&lt;/span&gt; C Diff since July 22, of this year. I've been on several medications (7-11 daily) off and on, have had a CT scan, stays in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; and even a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;. All at 26.&lt;br /&gt;I went off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vanco&lt;/span&gt; (supposedly the miracle drug that cures this nasty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;super bug&lt;/span&gt;) the Thursday before last, and as of yesterday morning, I was doing great. But things took a turn for the worse (not nearly as bad as before mind you) and the C Diff is back. I've got the same symptoms, just not nearly as severe (at the moment). As soon as the symptoms emerged (within moments) I was back on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vanco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, that's where we are for the moment. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Florastor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vanco&lt;/span&gt; combo. Hopefully this will be my last round, but we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and please pray for my sick colon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1555570244885853340?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1555570244885853340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1555570244885853340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1555570244885853340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1555570244885853340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-give-you-update.html' title='To give you an update...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7015289852482625592</id><published>2009-09-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:00:02.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbEA1lx6bI/AAAAAAAAB64/vfiLSrmKgGE/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379202323605219762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbEA1lx6bI/AAAAAAAAB64/vfiLSrmKgGE/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7015289852482625592?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7015289852482625592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7015289852482625592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7015289852482625592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7015289852482625592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday_23.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbEA1lx6bI/AAAAAAAAB64/vfiLSrmKgGE/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-9039596773566346178</id><published>2009-09-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:55:00.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Day book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbFXgGyQ0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/0kptkAuZlSo/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379203812486693698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbFXgGyQ0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/0kptkAuZlSo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... The world is a lot bigger than me.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... That today will be another day, another dollar.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... for those that love me.&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... I must let my little girl grow up.&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I will channel my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... clothes that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... stories to share with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I am going... crazy, but in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... the news.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... to get and stay better.&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... with my wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... turning leaves.&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... making the best of the moments.&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbFXSfNbII/AAAAAAAAB7A/0Z2VNQrilB0/s1600-h/June+2009+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379203808831040642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbFXSfNbII/AAAAAAAAB7A/0Z2VNQrilB0/s320/June+2009+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To participate in The Simple Woman's Day book, head &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-9039596773566346178?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/9039596773566346178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=9039596773566346178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9039596773566346178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9039596773566346178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-womans-day-book.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Day book.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbFXgGyQ0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/0kptkAuZlSo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7601442183396562477</id><published>2009-09-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:56:59.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>Fiber One by Yoplait Review and TRIPLE prize pack giveaway!</title><content type='html'>I was given the opportunity by my good friends at My Blog Spark to review the new Yoplait Fiber One yogurt pack. Talk about perfect timing! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383344301911294834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV7HtMLw3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/tUez5wQNKn0/s320/fiberone_072409.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the great thing about the Fiber One packs, is that each one contains about 20% of your recommended daily fiber! It also contains only 50 calories per cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, go ahead and read that part again, it really is just 50 calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get all the yummy taste, with the added benefits of vitamins A and D with absolutely ZERO guilt! Now who doesn't love that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, My Blog Spark is offering THREE of my loyal readers this AWESOME prize pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383344063249959842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV650G4y6I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/sU9GfgA3RKg/s320/FiberOne+Gift+Photo-Medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, THREE readers will win, and you still have multiple entries! All you have to do is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me your guilty snacking pleasure, and what are your dieting secrets?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click the little 'follow' button on the left side of my blog, and follow me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tweet about it, and include me, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DomesticDebacle"&gt;@DomesticDebacle &lt;/a&gt;in the tweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about it, and link back to this post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it doesn't end there! You can still print out a $1 off coupon &lt;a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=qisrfui84451634&amp;amp;bt=vi&amp;amp;o=57803&amp;amp;ci=1&amp;amp;c=GM&amp;amp;p=dP8MG4w9"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*This giveaway will end on Tuesday, September 29th!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7601442183396562477?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7601442183396562477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7601442183396562477' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7601442183396562477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7601442183396562477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiber-one-by-yoplait-review-and-triple.html' title='Fiber One by Yoplait Review and TRIPLE prize pack giveaway!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV7HtMLw3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/tUez5wQNKn0/s72-c/fiberone_072409.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-128317251886696546</id><published>2009-09-19T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:34:21.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>And the Yoplait Whips Frozen Prize pack giveaway is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV4Ly4-aDI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DlwND4tZGV0/s1600-h/random_19Sept09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383341073625933874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV4Ly4-aDI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DlwND4tZGV0/s320/random_19Sept09.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Young!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats, and let me know what you think of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yoplait&lt;/span&gt; Whips, frozen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-128317251886696546?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/128317251886696546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=128317251886696546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/128317251886696546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/128317251886696546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-yoplait-whips-frozen-prize-pack.html' title='And the Yoplait Whips Frozen Prize pack giveaway is:'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SrV4Ly4-aDI/AAAAAAAAB8I/DlwND4tZGV0/s72-c/random_19Sept09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7885643361841559125</id><published>2009-09-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:30:00.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbCWAm0czI/AAAAAAAAB6o/1J_xQpRl2yE/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379200488316367666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbCWAm0czI/AAAAAAAAB6o/1J_xQpRl2yE/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You might rattle my windows, shake my whole house and wake up my sleeping child- but I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7885643361841559125?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7885643361841559125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7885643361841559125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7885643361841559125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7885643361841559125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday_16.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbCWAm0czI/AAAAAAAAB6o/1J_xQpRl2yE/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-2416296962534050923</id><published>2009-09-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:30:00.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Day book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbAolW0TlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/zJWzc2BeQNo/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379198608395750994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbAolW0TlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/zJWzc2BeQNo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking... That a vacation is well deserved.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... My husband and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... Dinner is just a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservation&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... Something comfy!&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... Memories with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I am going... To get through the tough times.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... A map.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... To no longer have C Diff&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... Everything! I am wearing my hearing aid!&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... Things are quiet.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: Working through the pain!&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379198392706599298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbAcB2hCYI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/edKDHAzUF68/s320/orange+castle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To participate in the Simple Woman's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Day book&lt;/span&gt;, head &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-2416296962534050923?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/2416296962534050923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=2416296962534050923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2416296962534050923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2416296962534050923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-woman.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Day book'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbAolW0TlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/zJWzc2BeQNo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1567347266365576555</id><published>2009-09-12T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:28:38.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C Diff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirty Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>I turned down a spa day.</title><content type='html'>I know, you think I've finally lost it. That the C Diff has gone to my brain. But in spite of this thought, I assure you, I am as sane as I have been in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With C Diff looming in my life for the past 8 or so weeks, I've had to look forward to something when I got better. So J and I agreed upon a spa day, even though I know we really can't afford it (You want honesty and integrity? I got it right here, baby!) because of my huge medical bills and his student loans. But, we both agreed that after everything I've gone through, I deserve it. And besides, I need one of those break moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But that was until about an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my eye-doctor to get a pair of sunglasses (that were completely covered by our eye insurance!). And then I turned around, and I fell head over heals in love with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqwO7gr7LTI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Dd1n67JFKhs/s1600-h/Rayban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380692070350138674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqwO7gr7LTI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Dd1n67JFKhs/s320/Rayban.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I could draw sunshine and rainbows all over this page, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my theory. If I was willing to spend my husband's hard earned money on a spa day for me, wouldn't it make more sense to replace my old, bent out of shape, holding on by a thread (and by thread I mean super glue) current glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh boy, would these make me happy! Just look at them! When I put them on, I was in my happy place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are made by my favorite eye-glass brand in the world- Ray Ban!&lt;br /&gt;May you Men In Black fans rejoice (yes, I am a dork, but if you're reading my blog you should know that already)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while my sunglasses were FREE dollars, I must wait a few more weeks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or months)&lt;/span&gt; before I can afford my Clubmasters. But I promise you, I will own them. One way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Ray Ban Clubmasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1567347266365576555?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1567347266365576555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1567347266365576555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1567347266365576555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1567347266365576555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-turned-down-spa-day.html' title='I turned down a spa day.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqwO7gr7LTI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Dd1n67JFKhs/s72-c/Rayban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4289454731750237900</id><published>2009-09-12T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:00:56.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>YoPlait Whips Giveaway!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SquZSLNDDbI/AAAAAAAAB74/viDNVc851mY/s1600-h/yoplait_whips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380562717348400562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SquZSLNDDbI/AAAAAAAAB74/viDNVc851mY/s320/yoplait_whips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone! I was recently given the opportunity to review Yoplait Whips (from my good friends at My Blog Spark)- FROZEN!&lt;br /&gt;What makes this so AWESOME?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it satisfied my craving for ice cream while keepin' it healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many products can say they do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in all of these fantastic flavors:Chocolate, Chocolate Raspberry, Dulce de Leche, Key Lime Pie, Lemon Meringue, Orange Crème, Peaches 'N Cream, Raspberry Mousse , Strawberry Mist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are loaded with vitamin D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I did: I stuck my Yoplait Whips in the freezer, and waited until they were frozen solid. I took it out, and let it sit on the counter for about 7 minutes (softens it enough to get your spoon through) and dug in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like heaven in a cup- without any guilt! You have portion control with the sweetness of ice cream with the added benefit of vitamin D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's your opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;WIN &lt;/strong&gt;this sweet Yoplait Whips PRIZE PACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SquUpjd9q0I/AAAAAAAAB7w/WRa47jtmIJU/s1600-h/Yoplait+Whips+Gift+Image+Small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380557621440654146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SquUpjd9q0I/AAAAAAAAB7w/WRa47jtmIJU/s320/Yoplait+Whips+Gift+Image+Small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All you have to do is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave a comment telling me which flavor of Yoplait Whips you would like to try frozen! I tried the Strawberry Mist. Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a follower of my blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tweet about it, and include me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DomesticDebacle"&gt;@DomesticDebacle &lt;/a&gt;in the Tweet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about this giveaway and link back to this post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesn't end there! Yoplait Whips are also giving my readers a $0.60 coupon when you purchase any three cups of Yoplait Whips! Click &lt;a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=qgviewi17375040&amp;amp;bt=wi&amp;amp;o=56794&amp;amp;ci=1&amp;amp;c=GM&amp;amp;p=kpAJaoVD"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to get yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND right now, new members who sign-up to become subscribers of Betty Crocker's newsletter, will receive a free coupon for Yoplait Whips! Click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://freewhips.yoplait.com/YoplaitCoupFY10/Default.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to join.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This giveaway will end on Saturday, September 19th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4289454731750237900?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4289454731750237900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4289454731750237900' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4289454731750237900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4289454731750237900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoplait-whips-giveaway.html' title='YoPlait Whips Giveaway!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SquZSLNDDbI/AAAAAAAAB74/viDNVc851mY/s72-c/yoplait_whips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4924992567079853988</id><published>2009-09-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:55:06.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><title type='text'>And my Power winner of the Power Shelf is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqsMnf_-Z3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/kiR685FmVBE/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380408052568450930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqsMnf_-Z3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/kiR685FmVBE/s320/random.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 BECKY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4924992567079853988?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4924992567079853988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4924992567079853988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4924992567079853988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4924992567079853988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-my-power-winner-of-power-shelf-is.html' title='And my Power winner of the Power Shelf is...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqsMnf_-Z3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/kiR685FmVBE/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1012130927071866172</id><published>2009-09-10T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:31:05.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><title type='text'>Winner, winner Wanchai Ferry Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqmoHYolFCI/AAAAAAAAB7g/bsIKw5VYWnA/s1600-h/Wanchai-Full2-Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380016074695971874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqmoHYolFCI/AAAAAAAAB7g/bsIKw5VYWnA/s320/Wanchai-Full2-Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to CreepyMommy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J picked your name out of a hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winner of the Wanchai Ferry Dinner for two prize pack giveaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, the Power Shelf giveaway ends tomorrow night! Enter &lt;a href="http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-name-is-and-im-power-shelf.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1012130927071866172?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1012130927071866172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1012130927071866172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1012130927071866172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1012130927071866172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/winner-winner-wanchai-ferry-dinner.html' title='Winner, winner Wanchai Ferry Dinner!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqmoHYolFCI/AAAAAAAAB7g/bsIKw5VYWnA/s72-c/Wanchai-Full2-Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5014505673412830752</id><published>2009-09-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:12:41.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbDYejNA0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/cl50nQLyvcE/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379201630225630018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbDYejNA0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/cl50nQLyvcE/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5014505673412830752?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5014505673412830752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5014505673412830752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5014505673412830752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5014505673412830752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday_09.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbDYejNA0I/AAAAAAAAB6w/cl50nQLyvcE/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7887746987415077231</id><published>2009-09-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:31:59.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C Diff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>And it keeps on gettin' better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sqes_WmjAqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Qdxa9YqsbAA/s1600-h/pullhairoutclipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379458484316340898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sqes_WmjAqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Qdxa9YqsbAA/s320/pullhairoutclipart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this morning started off a little, um, rocky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J woke up with a nasty toothache. And now has to have an emergency root canal this afternoon. It's one of his molars. And it's going to cost us a lot. Bye- bye vacation money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M woke up with crud. Lots and lots of crud. And a fever. She's whiny and miserable. Poor kid. I'm flooding her system with oranges, orange juice, water and oatmeal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still sick, and feel worse than I did last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of all of this though? Is that my normally-active M is cuddly because she is sick. I never get to sit and snuggle with my little girl because she's always on the move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the little things, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with this for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Lord, my strength and my fortress, my refuge in time of distress. (Jeremiah 16:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7887746987415077231?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7887746987415077231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7887746987415077231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7887746987415077231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7887746987415077231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-it-keeps-on-gettin-better.html' title='And it keeps on gettin&apos; better!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sqes_WmjAqI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Qdxa9YqsbAA/s72-c/pullhairoutclipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7958105537253763516</id><published>2009-09-08T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:20:45.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C Diff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>Take THAT evil super bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbIYSTwNPI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4LxAVudFre0/s1600-h/green+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379207124497741042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbIYSTwNPI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4LxAVudFre0/s320/green+tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see my favorite doctor this morning. Bad news: I am still not doing very well. He gave me more meds for the pain, and gave me another round of the pro biotic (which I am thankful for, as I've heard really good things about it) let's hope it's working for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take THAT evil super bug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going off my Vanco on Wednesday to give my body a chance to prove itself. We will be looking for signs of the C Diff for the few days after. I do have a prescription, so at the slightest sign of C Diff rearing it's ugly head, I can slam down some more Vanco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prepare to take THAT evil Super Bug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, I've found something that makes my tummy very, very happy. Green tea! I know, crazy, but I feel a lot better (about an hour) after drinking a mug of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again- take THAT evil super bug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told by my Medical Assistant T, to stay away from scary C Diff sites, as it just stresses me out (yeah, I know. J's been harping at me for a long time about this) and causes more harm to my innards (okay, my words not hers, she's much more eloquent). I'll be taking a break from surfing the doom and gloom sites from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, take THAT evil super bug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7958105537253763516?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7958105537253763516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7958105537253763516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7958105537253763516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7958105537253763516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-that-evil-super-bug.html' title='Take THAT evil super bug!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqbIYSTwNPI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/4LxAVudFre0/s72-c/green+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3753862822560456585</id><published>2009-09-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:59:29.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Hello, my name is _____ and I'm a Power Shelf addict.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I left the name blank. Why? Because after getting your hands on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/What%20is%20a%20power%20shelf.html"&gt;Power Shelf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll be filling it in with your own. And you'll do it with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I first came along the Power Shelf on Twitter, through it's inventor extraordinaire, Lynn Fetzer-Westmeister. Knowing that my hubby J is a techie, I am always looking for something new to help us organize our electronics, and just looking at their site made me think it could work for us. Problem is, J does NOT get excited over anything. Nor does anything impress him. Ever. After explaining this to Lynn, she said she could change his mind. And she sure did. Lynn kindly sent our family, The &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/products.htm"&gt;Original Power Shelf&lt;/a&gt;, to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;I installed it myself, to surprise J when he got home from work. The installation is super simple. All you need is a screwdriver. It's literally removing the screw, taking off the original face plate, and putting &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/products.htm"&gt;The Original Power Shelf &lt;/a&gt;into place with your existing screw. I decided to put ours next to our coffee maker, so when J makes his coffee in the morning, he can also access his cell phone, already charged. And the best part? Not fighting for counter space, and not having any crazy wires to fight with.&lt;br /&gt;How nice does this look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFkfV_T9II/AAAAAAAAB6A/IJFcJSZ8Ksc/s1600-h/Power+Shelf+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377689919698498690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFkfV_T9II/AAAAAAAAB6A/IJFcJSZ8Ksc/s320/Power+Shelf+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, I loved it. And when J got home, he loved it too. He wanted one for work, for the bathroom, and basically anything that has an outlet, he wanted one for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got back into contact with my new friend Lynn, and got the &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/products.htm"&gt;Mega Power Shelf&lt;/a&gt; for J's razor set in our bathroom:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377689926746552002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFkfwPstsI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UHsBK6WKUJc/s320/Power+Shelf+002.JPG" /&gt;Yes, that does mean I get the extra counter space!! What woman couldn't use more counter space in the bathroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got J surfing the &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/products.htm"&gt;Power Shelf site&lt;/a&gt;, and he fell head over heels with this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFke1gOoFI/AAAAAAAAB54/CHyUx2penoo/s1600-h/Power+Shelf+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377689910978191442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFke1gOoFI/AAAAAAAAB54/CHyUx2penoo/s320/Power+Shelf+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right. It's his laptop. And it's not on the floor, and it's not taking up space on our coffee table. The power cord is neatly wrapped up, and out of the way. Can you say "sigh of relief"? I can now, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;And see all the red crayon? Yeah, M decided it needed a "mooral around the new Power Shelf thingy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the Power Shelf in our lives now, it's solved so many Domestic Debacles, I can't even count. I don't get upset at J anymore for leaving his razor out taking much needed bathroom counter space, and I'm not constantly wrapping up power cords for his cell phone. And the laptop version? It makes my living room look cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best part of all? It's &lt;strong&gt;MADE IN AMERICA&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes folks, right here in the USA, Power Shelf has created jobs for Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So buy a Power Shelf. It will help you organize your life, and keep a job alive in the USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh- and it doesn't end here. The inventor of the Power Shelf, Lynn would love to giveaway a Power Shelf to one of my fantastic readers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how to enter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about this post, including the link here, and leave a comment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tweet about this post, and include &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DomesticDebacle"&gt;@DomesticDebacle&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/its_lynn"&gt;@Its_Lynn &lt;/a&gt;(creator of the Power Shelf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just leave a comment after visiting &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/products.htm"&gt;The Power Shelf site&lt;/a&gt;, telling us which Power Shelf you would use the most, and what you would use it for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For three extra entries, order a &lt;a href="http://buypowershelf.com/Contact.htm"&gt;Power Shelf from Lynn&lt;/a&gt;, and leave your first name, last initial  and state in each comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This contest ends on Friday, September 11Th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll love The Power Shelf products as much as I do, so good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you buy a Power Shelf, let me know how much you like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3753862822560456585?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3753862822560456585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3753862822560456585' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3753862822560456585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3753862822560456585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-name-is-and-im-power-shelf.html' title='Hello, my name is _____ and I&apos;m a Power Shelf addict.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SqFkfV_T9II/AAAAAAAAB6A/IJFcJSZ8Ksc/s72-c/Power+Shelf+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4233877531686160406</id><published>2009-09-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:05:25.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of M...</title><content type='html'>So on Tuesday I recorded a radio spot for our local &lt;a href="http://www.childrensdayton.org/"&gt;Children's hospital&lt;/a&gt;. I brought M and G with me (for those of you that don't know, G is our fantabulous babysitter, and is home schooled- I thought this could be a learning experience for her- and yes, everyone I meet has an initial and is added to the DD alphabet database) to watch and learn. Things were going smoothly, and M was being an ANGEL. She was staying quiet, and for the most part kept her hands to herself.&lt;br /&gt;During my interview, the gentleman who was conducting the whole shin-dig, asked M what her experience was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's response was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got hit in the face with our butter dish and I went to the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman's response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, and what happened next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all went to jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erupts in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I have never been to jail. Neither has M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for asking-why yes, yes I was embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just cute at this age??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4233877531686160406?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4233877531686160406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4233877531686160406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4233877531686160406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4233877531686160406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-mouth-of-m.html' title='Out of the mouth of M...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4624369837648472207</id><published>2009-09-02T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:21:58.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review &amp; Giveaway: Wanchai Ferry Frozen Entrees!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was given the opportunity to review Wanchai Ferry's new Frozen Entrees by my good friends at Blog Spark!&lt;br /&gt;My family and I were given the Orange Chicken variety, a complete meal for two (and when they say complete- it's complete. Chicken, veggies, rice and sauce- talk about a time saver!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6dZcZS6fI/AAAAAAAAB5w/iOGrAtGYvAE/s1600-h/wanchai-ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376908065571531250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6dZcZS6fI/AAAAAAAAB5w/iOGrAtGYvAE/s320/wanchai-ferry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My husband and I were very excited to try the new product, as we both LOVE Chinese food, especially take out. This also solved the 'take out' problem for us, as we don't always have the time to run to the restaurant and wait on whomever is cooking the food. We can now have it at our disposal- in our freezer- at any time!&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the complete meal for two- is that it tastes GOOD. When Wanchai Ferry says it's restaurant quality, they mean it. In fact, I think it tastes better than most dishes I've had out! My husband and daughter are both very picky eaters, and they both finished their plates! In fact, my daughter started to pick things off my plate she loved it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portions are a little on the small size (I think it's because we're used to the huge portions restaurants give us) which means it really is a meal for two. Now that I know my daughter likes it so much, I'll be buying two packages from here on out, with leftovers for another time.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that this set does not include, are the fortune cookies (which could be a good thing if you're trying to watch those extra calories!).&lt;br /&gt;So now here's your opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;win&lt;/strong&gt; this fabulous Wanchai Ferry Stay at Home prize pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6dZCeMy_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/DWenaQCWLmc/s1600-h/Wanchai-Full2-Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376908058612780018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6dZCeMy_I/AAAAAAAAB5o/DWenaQCWLmc/s320/Wanchai-Full2-Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All you have to do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a follower of my blog, and leave a comment letting me know. Keeping this fun, tell me the best Fortune you've ever gotten out of a fortune cookie!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tweet about this giveaway including me @DomesticDebacle in the Tweet, and leave the link below.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog about this giveaway, including the link to this post! Once you're finished, leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look forward to reading your comments, and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deadline is Thursday, September 10th!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4624369837648472207?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4624369837648472207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4624369837648472207' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4624369837648472207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4624369837648472207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/review-giveaway-wanchai-ferry-frozen.html' title='Review &amp; Giveaway: Wanchai Ferry Frozen Entrees!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6dZcZS6fI/AAAAAAAAB5w/iOGrAtGYvAE/s72-c/wanchai-ferry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5941559099330986208</id><published>2009-09-02T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:39:59.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6DfRK7fGI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ZdKNQyh2xDI/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376879578335378530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6DfRK7fGI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ZdKNQyh2xDI/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5941559099330986208?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5941559099330986208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5941559099330986208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5941559099330986208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5941559099330986208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp6DfRK7fGI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ZdKNQyh2xDI/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6150310957974129516</id><published>2009-09-01T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:14:03.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colitis'/><title type='text'>I've got guts!</title><content type='html'>So for those of you just *dying* to see my insides, and in an effort for full disclosure, I give you my colonoscopy report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp0PZIMZhsI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jrfL23fktG4/s1600-h/jkatie_colonoscpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470454520874690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp0PZIMZhsI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jrfL23fktG4/s320/jkatie_colonoscpy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, don't you feel special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6150310957974129516?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6150310957974129516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6150310957974129516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6150310957974129516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6150310957974129516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-guts.html' title='I&apos;ve got guts!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sp0PZIMZhsI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jrfL23fktG4/s72-c/jkatie_colonoscpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3942586490283240999</id><published>2009-08-31T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:27:59.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>I am devastated.</title><content type='html'>Just as a warning: this is not going to be a happy or funny post. In fact, it's going to be a drag.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might come here, and see the title of this post and think "wow, talk about melodramatic". Well, I assure you that's not the case. See- I've been battling a severe case of C Diff since July 18Th of this year. If you don't know what C Diff is, please click &lt;a href="http://mayoclinic.com/health/c-difficile/DS00736/DSECTION=symptoms"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As of the 14Th, I had tested negative, but it was a false negative. My doctor ordered more tests because I simply wasn't getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a colonoscopy which showed damage to my colon. If you've never had a colonoscopy done, count your lucky stars. The cleanse that you go through 2 days in advance is something some medieval torturer cooked up.&lt;br /&gt;The tests came back this morning, and the C diff is back with a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I am ok, I know my body has survived this once, and so it can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I'm a whole nother story. I've officially reached the end of my rope. I'm missing out on life. I feel chained to the bathroom, and to my home. I can't leave without fear of messing my pants. Do you know what that does to a 26 year-old mom? Not sunflowers and strawberry fields, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I've had weight loss, which is good, but certainly not my diet of choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired all the time. The house is a mess. I've become very moody. I cry all. of. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;The one bright side to all of this is how awesome my insurance company has been. I've had nurses from there call, behavioral health checking in on me (and working with me to find a therapist in my area to help me cope with it), and now I've reached my deductible, everything is covered. Yay for Cigna!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop the 'gloom and doom' thoughts. I've been going through this for such a long time, I no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to leave for vacation soon, but I don't know how I am going to do it. My life is being ruined by some doctor who failed to treat me properly- and wouldn't even give me a referral to a specialist when I asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;I am furious, I am hurt. I can't get past all this. I just don't know what I'm going to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My vent is over for now. Thanks for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3942586490283240999?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3942586490283240999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3942586490283240999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3942586490283240999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3942586490283240999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-devastated.html' title='I am devastated.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8502496704591423842</id><published>2009-08-26T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:51:46.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RCIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Blessing of the Catechumens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SpVZSx7Q33I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/vfqBDQh8eRI/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374299909510979442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SpVZSx7Q33I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/vfqBDQh8eRI/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8502496704591423842?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8502496704591423842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8502496704591423842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8502496704591423842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8502496704591423842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SpVZSx7Q33I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/vfqBDQh8eRI/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1382264809395131952</id><published>2009-08-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:31:27.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>Just sittin' on the dock of the bay...</title><content type='html'>While I'm waiting for J to get the pictures of my colonoscopy on here, I thought I'd pass some time with you all.&lt;br /&gt;Since my colonoscopy on Thursday, initial results are showing that I have Colitis. To what degree? Well, we have to wait on the biopsy results, which will be in on the 27th. So I'm here waiting with the rest of you, except my waiting is more in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've done some research on the subject, and it turns out the company that J works for does the printing for the Chron's and Colitis foundation. Kinda ironic, don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling worse as the days go by, and I'm finding less and less to joke about. I was feeling great right after the "cleanse" because nothing was in my system to irritate my colon, so I ate all the junk food I could. We're talking Big Boy, and even some chili-cheese dogs from my favorite root beer stand. I still don't have the guts (pun not intended folks) to try to drink any soda pop. I think I'll stick to water for now. I'm not even tolerating milk well right now, which is a total bummer because I used to drink a gallon a week- all on my own. I love the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, the summer has ended. It looks like fall is here to stay, with the school year about to begin (and it has already for some of you). In my effort to keep my baby a baby, we're starting her preschool in October. I've worked it out with the director, so it won't be a problem. It also benefits me, just so that I can get on the right medication so I'm not in the bathroom all the time, especially when I need to go pick her up (or take her there for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let the house go by the way-side, and laundry is piling up to the max. I have a really hard time bending over to get the clothes out of the dryer- but bless her little heart- M tries to help me as much as she can. She's had a few meltdowns here and there, but according to her it's because she "doesn't want my butt sick anymore". It just breaks my heart to hear her say that. It's the last thing I want my 3 year-old to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while we're on the subject of M, I took her for her second trip to the dentist this morning. Her checkup went great, and she was such a trooper when they took her x-rays. No cavities were found! I would have taken pictures, but my camera battery has died, and I haven't made it to the grocery store in months to pick any up. Maybe that will be my chore for tonight. Head to the grocery store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to be having some amazing reviews and giveaways coming up. So please stay tuned for that. Also, my new blog will hopefully be ready soon too. I'll keep you updated on that front as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that fills you all in on what's going on with my life. I hope this post finds you all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1382264809395131952?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1382264809395131952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1382264809395131952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1382264809395131952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1382264809395131952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-sittin-on-dock-of-bay.html' title='Just sittin&apos; on the dock of the bay...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-285123387120159635</id><published>2009-08-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:38:43.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>"The Cleanse"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well folks, for those of you that don't know, I am having a colonoscopy done on Thursday. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371697599901635746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SowagbL0lKI/AAAAAAAAB4w/jMLBfXDGNJ0/s320/colonoscopy%2520brooklyn%2520nervous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Tuesday evening doing "the cleanse", which I must carry over into today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371698238611263506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SowbFmkEEBI/AAAAAAAAB5A/79Hcxu9GzH8/s320/colonoscopy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It stinks! No- really! I hate Dulcolax, and whoever invented it was/is surely evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh- and the best part of all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get violated up my bum- and I have to PAY for it. Don't you just love insurance?? Har-har. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be away from the computer until Friday night (or Saturday) depending on how I'm feeling. Or who knows- I might jump on here on Thursday. I hear I'm pretty funny on the laptop when I'm "loopy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall leave you with this "potty humor": &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371698581372571026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SowbZjcujZI/AAAAAAAAB5I/ZRoTPnPXDbg/s320/colonoscopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great END of the week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-285123387120159635?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/285123387120159635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=285123387120159635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/285123387120159635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/285123387120159635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleanse.html' title='&quot;The Cleanse&quot;'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SowagbL0lKI/AAAAAAAAB4w/jMLBfXDGNJ0/s72-c/colonoscopy%2520brooklyn%2520nervous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1024767218002840614</id><published>2009-08-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:03:42.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s not for Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Ken's Foods: Customer Service Debacle</title><content type='html'>So let me begin this post by saying: "Everything in this blog is my own opinion, and the details are to the best of my knowledge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that is out of the way, please let me start from the beginning. A few months ago, I called Ken's Food company to give them 'feedback' on one of their products, Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ Sauce. I had tried it, and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the type of person that if I have strong feelings regarding an item or product, I will call the company and let them know my opinion. I feel that companies not only appreciate this, but they deserve to know what the 'common customer' might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer service representative that I spoke to that day was very appreciative of my call. She thanked me for my opinion, and offered to send me coupons for Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ Sauce and a few other products they make- Ken's Salad Dressing and Ken's Marinade. I did not realize that they made Ken's salad dressing, not sure why, but I never put two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the coupons in the mail, and went out to buy the Ken's Salad dressing to try. I did, and LOVED it. It was very high quality and was mighty tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is where things start to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I called Ken's Foods to let them know I had tried their salad dressing. I told the customer service representative- the very same one I had talked to previously- that "I loved their salad dressing in addition to the BBQ sauce, and thank you for sending me those coupons. I would have never tried the product without them.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was cordial about it and said that she was "glad I liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told her that "I was now loyal to the Ken's food brand, and am a very happy customer. I'm also a blogger, and I'm going to write a post about it, and that I'll send them the link".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the conversation got ugly, for lack of a better term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady quickly cut me off by saying "WE DO NOT ALLOW PEOPLE TO WRITE ABOUT OUR PRODUCTS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm sorry, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSR&lt;/span&gt; Lady: "WE DO NOT ALLOW PEOPLE TO WRITE ABOUT OUR PRODUCTS, PERIOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's what I thought you said. Which is just a shame, because I think my readers would love Ken's Foods. I know I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSR&lt;/span&gt; Lady: "Goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I didn't get to say goodbye. I was hung up on.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, it shocks me too.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for anything in return for my opinion, and I wouldn't dream of it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if there is a good (or even bad) product out there; given to me for free, discount or fully paid for, that I think will make your life better in some way, I'm going to let you all know about it.&lt;br /&gt;It also means I will tell you my opinion of a CUSTOMER SERVICE EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's sad about this whole situation, is that it now makes me look differently at their product. I love it, no doubt about that. It tastes good, also no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they treat their customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how would YOU deal with this situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1024767218002840614?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1024767218002840614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1024767218002840614' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1024767218002840614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1024767218002840614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/kens-foods-customer-service-debacle.html' title='Ken&apos;s Foods: Customer Service Debacle'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-288566981468388963</id><published>2009-08-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:00:06.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>The view from my kitchen window- see the Robin's nest?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnonalNY4gI/AAAAAAAAB34/EQa1HOZBRrQ/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366645243583717890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnonalNY4gI/AAAAAAAAB34/EQa1HOZBRrQ/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-288566981468388963?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/288566981468388963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=288566981468388963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/288566981468388963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/288566981468388963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday_12.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnonalNY4gI/AAAAAAAAB34/EQa1HOZBRrQ/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8211614284830452918</id><published>2009-08-09T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:54:54.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirty Fashion'/><title type='text'>The hat shall be mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sn9vh_0iQII/AAAAAAAAB4g/s4KRyCe9Z_g/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368131910707069058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sn9vh_0iQII/AAAAAAAAB4g/s4KRyCe9Z_g/s320/hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very rare that I come across a hat I actually like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my friends consider me a real 'snob' when it comes to what I wear on my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, you'll never catch me in a baseball cap. Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this leads me to this hat, I found &lt;a href="http://vixenvintage.blogspot.com/2009/08/giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at Vixen Vintage. It's pastel. It has cherries. It's perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of all, is that she's giving it away. I kid you not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So obviously, I have entered said contest, with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up most&lt;/span&gt; hopes that I shall win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8211614284830452918?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8211614284830452918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8211614284830452918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8211614284830452918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8211614284830452918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hat-shall-be-mine.html' title='The hat shall be mine!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sn9vh_0iQII/AAAAAAAAB4g/s4KRyCe9Z_g/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6031751538791882915</id><published>2009-08-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:02:36.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnsMA7hUchI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/94Fknt_dy4A/s1600-h/Twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366896591059055122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnsMA7hUchI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/94Fknt_dy4A/s320/Twitter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well folks, it seems that my favorite social networking site, Twitter, has been hacked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what I'm going to do for the afternoon now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe eat lunch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do when your schedule is interrupted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I put my Tweets on my BLOG. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6031751538791882915?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6031751538791882915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6031751538791882915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6031751538791882915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6031751538791882915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnsMA7hUchI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/94Fknt_dy4A/s72-c/Twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-340554151595637824</id><published>2009-08-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:34:12.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Review Time! Deck of Chores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Snos8N9E5mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/cMX0h4ttTdA/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366651319014975074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Snos8N9E5mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/cMX0h4ttTdA/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my family and I were given the honor to review the Deck of Chores game.&lt;br /&gt;I say game because, because it makes dull, boring daily activities into something fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are such a small family (there are three of us: J, myself and M), we chose our cards out of the deck, with the reward as one Tootsie Roll for each card completed. M chose first, and got the "Wash the car" and the "Take the garbage out" chore cards. Those were quickly passed to Daddy, as M is only 3! Next she chose "Set the table" and "Clean the windows" chore cards. Now these she can do!&lt;br /&gt;So I gave her the plates, napkins and silverware to place on the table. She was so excited! No whining, no complaining!&lt;br /&gt;Next she moved onto washing the windows. I sprayed the glass cleaner on the window for her, but handed her the paper towels to complete it. She did, and made sure that the entire window was clean!&lt;br /&gt;M grabbed her cards, ran over to me and turned them in to redeem her reward. It was great to have her so excited, for having something physical to turn in (kinda like school work). She had a true sense of accomplishment! It's amazing to me, that this one little card would do that for her. It was as if she had a task, and was determined to turn in her card- and not only turn it in, but turn it in completed. It makes me so happy, as her mother, to see this kind of determination come out in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366650334073431602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnosC4wtpjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/DCawUtWC47A/s320/Jun-Jul+2009+198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnosCo-Gg7I/AAAAAAAAB4A/45qiWCqZhHY/s1600-h/Jun-Jul+2009+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck of Chores comes with 52 cards, with the chore picture and chore name printed on them. This is great, especially for those who cannot read yet. They are in bold, large letters too which is nice to also see. It even includes 4 blank cards- for parent's choice! This I LOVE. They are so versatile! You can use these to play so many 'chore games'. The possibilities are endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really a parent's dream- combining chores with FUN time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, this would be a great gift too. It's small enough to fit in a Christmas stocking (yes, I am thinking of Christmas already)! They are 5.5x3.75.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deck of chores also comes in a free-standing card holder, which is very sturdy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can order the Deck of Chores &lt;a href="http://www.deckofchores.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And come in at a reasonable $14.99! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give them a try- my family and I loved them, and hope you do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-340554151595637824?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/340554151595637824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=340554151595637824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/340554151595637824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/340554151595637824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-time-deck-of-chores.html' title='Review Time! Deck of Chores...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Snos8N9E5mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/cMX0h4ttTdA/s72-c/Jun-Jul+2009+197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1919985196343670005</id><published>2009-08-05T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:47:57.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnmNY1pnCKI/AAAAAAAAB3w/LDN9nn35otw/s1600-h/June+2009+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366475888846637218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnmNY1pnCKI/AAAAAAAAB3w/LDN9nn35otw/s320/June+2009+127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1919985196343670005?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1919985196343670005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1919985196343670005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1919985196343670005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1919985196343670005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnmNY1pnCKI/AAAAAAAAB3w/LDN9nn35otw/s72-c/June+2009+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4393320378933382548</id><published>2009-08-04T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:18:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The breakup letter...</title><content type='html'>Hi All! I need your opinion on the letter I'll be sending my doctor- be sure to leave your two cents in my comment section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Doctor Quack,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say this, but it's not me, it's you. You see, this simply isn't working out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to see you, it was all smiles. You confirmed that I was 'hot' as in fever and gave me the bogus diagnosis of '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FUO&lt;/span&gt;'. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescribed&lt;/span&gt; some heavy-duty antibiotics, and sent me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it felt like you weren't interested in getting to know the 'real me'.&lt;br /&gt;The second time I came to see you with my new affliction, you wanted to keep me in the dark. You gave me the right medication, just not nearly enough to treat the problem.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I felt like you wanted me to stay clueless.&lt;br /&gt;And now, well I need to tell you, that I'm young. And I've been seeing someone else. Someone new, and older. He is more experienced than you too. So yes, the rumors are true. The thing is, that I just don't trust you anymore, and I feel that it's the best for both of us if I move on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, there will be others after me. Hopefully you won't inflict the same pain and anguish you've dealt me.&lt;br /&gt;This all could have been so different. If you would have only answered my calls instead of just having 'your minions' answer for you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this hurts me so much worse than it will you. But, now that things involve my daughter, I have to break it off. She will always come first to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told by family, friends, nurses and doctors that you were bad for me, but I didn't want to listen. But I have to now. It's for my health.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it is that attracts me to the 'bad apples', and you seemed so nice in the beginning. And trust me, I have learned so much about myself and you during this whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DOOTY&lt;/span&gt; calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I DON'T see you around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Debacler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(names have been changed to protect the innocent, and shame the guilty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4393320378933382548?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4393320378933382548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4393320378933382548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4393320378933382548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4393320378933382548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/08/breakup-letter.html' title='The breakup letter...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8358998985437821828</id><published>2009-07-31T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:01:34.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coupons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><title type='text'>New Coupon Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnM-6qFZhAI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ItesmhFM3lY/s1600-h/Coupon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364700758578660354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnM-6qFZhAI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ItesmhFM3lY/s320/Coupon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=qg5lfce19045788&amp;amp;bt=vi&amp;amp;o=57803&amp;amp;ci=1&amp;amp;c=GM&amp;amp;p=dP8MG4w9"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to get your very own 50 calorie Fiber One Yogurt Coupon. It's $1 off! Leave me a comment and let me know if the link worked for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8358998985437821828?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8358998985437821828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8358998985437821828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8358998985437821828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8358998985437821828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-coupon-alert.html' title='New Coupon Alert!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SnM-6qFZhAI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ItesmhFM3lY/s72-c/Coupon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-224642651730865261</id><published>2009-07-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:08:07.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Still Glamorous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sm-ua4nvpwI/AAAAAAAAB3g/QscgZe8auFc/s1600-h/ladies+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363697458120468226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sm-ua4nvpwI/AAAAAAAAB3g/QscgZe8auFc/s320/ladies+toilet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so not *really* glamorous, but you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you been wondering where I've been lately? 'Cause I sure have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been sick. Really sick. Not your average run-of-the-mill sick here. But, at least when I get sick, I never go halfway! Can I get an AMEN? ::crickets:: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know from other various social networks, I had a fever for about 12 days (in total). Hubs convinces me at around day 7 that I need to see a doc, and does so by sneaking me Swine Flu articles. Cute huh? Well, I go in and the doc says I have F.U.O. What is F.U.O. you ask? Well, it's short for Fever of Unknown Origin. Catchy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;don'tchathink&lt;/span&gt;? Me, hm, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, If you're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squeemish&lt;/span&gt; and don't want to be subsequently grossed out, or just aren't interested in knowing T.M.I. (that's too much information &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you're not up with the lingo- I certainly wasn't) go ahead and stop reading HERE. If you're the brave-of-heart, I thank you and ask you to please continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I begrudgingly take the anti-biotic the doc &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescribes&lt;/span&gt; to treat my F.U.O. No tests, no listening. Just 'here's the diagnosis, and here's your drugs, now be on your way'! Not cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a few days later, some new -ahem- symptoms arise. I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diarreah&lt;/span&gt;. Bad to the point where I'm in the bathroom with my Catholic prayerbook crossing myself on the toilet like the fledgling little Catholic that I am thinking about I'm about to die- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diarreah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the blood comes. And it's a lot. So, hubs offers up some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;immodium&lt;/span&gt;. I read the back of the box and it says 'seek medical attention if you're bleeding from places you shouldn't be'. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conveniently, we have an Urgent Care (like an after hours doctor's office) that I can see from my front door.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I haul myself over there and sign in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symptoms: Fever for 12 days and bleeding from places I shouldn't be bleeding from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The look on the nurse's face was priceless. I don't think I've ever seen anyone in the medical profession move so quickly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a line of patients ahead of me, but I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleedin&lt;/span&gt;' from your butt gets you the Urgent Care version of Disney's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fastpass&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ushered into the back to STAND in the hallway to talk to the doctor and nurse. They both inform me that they won't even see me because of my symptoms and tell me to go straight to the ER as she thinks I might have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crohn's&lt;/span&gt; Disease. Um, excuse me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I do what any good patient would do. I go home and Google &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crohn's&lt;/span&gt; disease. Screw the ER, I am not going at this point. I call my 'doc on call' instead and explained to him what was going on. He told me to immediately throw the antibiotic away, as it might be irritating my bowels. DUH! Then I was instructed to call in the morning to get some tests done and be seen again- but the only person available was the first doc who gave me the antibiotic. Good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I follow instructions -yet again- and come in at 9:45am. Not a minute sooner though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; hubs somehow forgot where our doctor's office was and drove right past it. Good thing I'm the navigator- and yell at him to turn around. How you get lost on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cul de sac&lt;/span&gt; is BEYOND me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I get in to see the doc immediately and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apprise&lt;/span&gt; the medical staff of my new digestive events! He comes to the conclusion that I have C. Diff. (which was confirmed by a test) and to NOT Google it. Who does this doc think he is, telling a blogger to not Google something that she has? He writes me some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt; and send me on my way, no instructions, nothing. No, take some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pro biotics&lt;/span&gt; 'cause it can help (I found that on the world wide web). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I head to my favorite pharmacy and then come home to Google C. Diff. (did I mention that I don't listen well?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's some SCARY CRAP (pun intended!)!! Here's what the Mayo Clinic says about it: &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/c-difficile/ds00736"&gt;C. Diff&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have the NASTIEST symptoms you can imagine. In case you didn't know enough about me, you certainly do now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I first had to hand write this post, because I couldn't sit up due to the intense pain this stuff causes. I'm certainly not enjoying myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, that's what I get for whining about not going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; 2009 (shout out to my #&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogherrejects&lt;/span&gt;!). If I would have gone, I wouldn't have enjoyed myself anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-224642651730865261?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/224642651730865261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=224642651730865261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/224642651730865261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/224642651730865261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-still-glamorous.html' title='Sick &amp; Still Glamorous!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sm-ua4nvpwI/AAAAAAAAB3g/QscgZe8auFc/s72-c/ladies+toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6675728963474225485</id><published>2009-07-22T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:30:12.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SmcwLHQK63I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/kbAuwomewo0/s1600-h/DSCN1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361306848891431794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SmcwLHQK63I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/kbAuwomewo0/s320/DSCN1235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fancy Nancy's biggest fan. Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please ignore the tv, I have no clue what was on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6675728963474225485?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6675728963474225485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6675728963474225485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6675728963474225485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6675728963474225485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday_22.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SmcwLHQK63I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/kbAuwomewo0/s72-c/DSCN1235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1403902260555753997</id><published>2009-07-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:33:34.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sl3MENFc39I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/qoR7PoA-Rp8/s1600-h/DSCN2145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358663504244826066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sl3MENFc39I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/qoR7PoA-Rp8/s320/DSCN2145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; M with her kite. In a field. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1403902260555753997?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1403902260555753997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1403902260555753997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1403902260555753997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1403902260555753997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday_15.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sl3MENFc39I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/qoR7PoA-Rp8/s72-c/DSCN2145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5324385897969305551</id><published>2009-07-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:09:57.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm feeling better (no more fever- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!) I'll be doing a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx09-J8rjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/WLlB_YZfr_Q/s1600-h/vacuum+pinup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286264669613618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx09-J8rjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/WLlB_YZfr_Q/s200/vacuum+pinup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx08bG4MkI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nlH8zPCXpO8/s1600-h/pinup+sweeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286238081626690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx08bG4MkI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nlH8zPCXpO8/s200/pinup+sweeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and hopefully not a lot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx06aRNo-I/AAAAAAAAB24/olqaAbehLgM/s1600-h/pin+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286203496801250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx06aRNo-I/AAAAAAAAB24/olqaAbehLgM/s200/pin+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, I won't be looking nearly as cute doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5324385897969305551?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5324385897969305551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5324385897969305551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5324385897969305551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5324385897969305551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Slx09-J8rjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/WLlB_YZfr_Q/s72-c/vacuum+pinup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3493747139725621970</id><published>2009-07-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:27:13.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>How the Debacler handles tantrums</title><content type='html'>Lately M has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' some NASTY tantrums. I don't know whatever happened to the terrible two's- but let me tell you- it compares NOTHING to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? She (mostly) throws them in public. Oh yeah. They make me look like "Mom of the Year" (please note sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose to throw a big one on Thursday, in our local mall, in front of my visiting in-laws. While daddy was at work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to buy her a martini glass from Hallmark. I, for the obvious reasons, said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I dared to tell my 3 year-old princess that she was NOT allowed to take home the martini glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she decided she was going to give herself a five-finger discount, and head for the door with said martini glass in hand, I tackled her. I quickly returned said glass to it's rightful place (no, not in my hand with booze in it, but on the shelf). I let her know that it was time to leave the store. And that was my second mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out M wasn't ready to leave yet, so she took off to the back of the store. Oh, no she didn't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab her by the arm in true "Mom of the Year" style and drag her outside of the store. I placed her firmly (yet gently) up against the wall and began explaining to her the mistakes she made with her so-called decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the screaming began. And the kicking. And the hitting. Did I mention the spitting? Nope, didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do in this situation? I grab my kid underarm in true Q-B fashion and I run like&lt;br /&gt;H-E-L-L. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358002053253733122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SltyesIAmwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/s6aev0hu_wk/s320/football.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big feet considering I'm a whole 5'2 and M is well over 3'. The kid's tall for her age. As her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; says "real tall for her age".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I remind you that my husband's parents are also with us, and the car is parked on the other end of the mall, on a different floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it through the mall, and an entire flagship store (through the china department) without knocking anything over. I have talent!! We make it to the elevator that would take us to our exit, and M grabs my 69 year-old black pearl necklace and starts to pull.&lt;br /&gt;Death was imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drop her. Turns out, she's part cat, and lands on her feet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; far me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me take a moment to explain to you my avaunt guard parenting style. I don't spank or hit of any kind. I do not raise my voice. I stay calm. I merely try to reason with the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't in the mood for reasoning. And sensing that her life was very possibly in danger for the whole "necklace grabbing incident" she takes off. I was nearly out of breath at this point, so again, I grab her arm and literally drag her out to the car. My in-laws climb in, and they've had it at this point. My ever-so-saintly mother in law yells at my kid. Yeah, the woman who NEVER blows her lid, did, and with my kid. Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;greeeeeat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I calmly, and politely let my MIL know that I don't yell at M. I just show her what bad mistakes she makes- and I call her father. Uh-oh. M heard me and FREAKS out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't call daddy- mommy- please don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, she is terrified of her father. Don't know why, because we live by the same rules. Maybe it's because he's bigger than she is. And we pretty much are the same height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn you genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John lets me know that he's at lunch and will swing by home to put some pressure on M. So I toss the keys at my father in law, and they let themselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, M is spitting at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a Domestic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Debacler&lt;/span&gt; do in this instance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply open all the windows and the car doors and leave her in her car seat, while I watch from a safe distance in a lawn chair a few feet from the car. She, thinking like the athlete she is, decides that I am the worst "Mother of the Year" and that I must be punished. And THE way to do that is to hurl her shoes at me. Well, one at me, and the other at the windshield of our SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out Cincinnati Reds. I have your new lefty pitcher- RIGHT HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to burst into laughter! She was so mad, it was comical, until she started calling me names. She pulled out the "S" word. Oh yeah. I'm sure she's caught it around here, but I don't exactly make a habit of cussing. For her to remember this- well- she's got the mind of an elephant. So as I was being screamed at that "YOU'RE A "S" MOMMY",  I was nearly falling out of my lawn chair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then John pulled in with a co-worker in tow. Oh yeah, it became a show! But suddenly M turns into a blubbering mess when she sees her daddy. How he has this effect on her, I'll simply never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings her in the house and she promptly apologizes to my in-laws and myself. What?!?! How?!?! I haven't the slightest clue. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she announces that she's going to take a nap- and does so- for the next 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to today. This afternoon, she didn't want to take a nap, even though she got up at 6am. So the tantrum started. I turned back into the Domestic Quarter-back and ran her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tooshie&lt;/span&gt; upstairs to bed, where she's calling me "stupid mommy" over and over. So what do I do? I call daddy. At the mere mention of his name, she starts apologizing. And how does she do it? By &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; "I'm sorry for calling you stupid mommy, but at least it wasn't S%^&amp;amp;!". Again, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; laughter on my part, which my DH hears on the other line. We're all laughing at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times in the Domestic Debacle household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does the Domestic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Debacler&lt;/span&gt; handle tantrums? By calling daddy, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3493747139725621970?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3493747139725621970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3493747139725621970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3493747139725621970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3493747139725621970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-debacler-handles-tantrums.html' title='How the Debacler handles tantrums'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SltyesIAmwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/s6aev0hu_wk/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3032034867311597729</id><published>2009-07-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:24:32.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss of a legend'/><title type='text'>Billy Mays 1958-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH33lI2n6I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixd6qLicHis/s1600-h/BM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355333966154342306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH33lI2n6I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixd6qLicHis/s320/BM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I need to honor a legend, but I honestly don't know where to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Billy Mays was my hero. And truthfully, all Domestic Debacles out there owe him their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allegiance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy Mays brought us products that simply make our lives easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I bought Orange &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Glo&lt;/span&gt;. I was 13, and bought it with my allowance. Yeah, I was that dork. It cleaned everything and smelled so good. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355329513853130946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlHz0bBhmMI/AAAAAAAAB1g/tO-_zWSxXT4/s320/orangeglo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's brought us Mighty Mend it, so we don't have to learn how to sew. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355329651258840962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlHz8a5mV4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/iA4h4ms7qQI/s320/mighty_mendit.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's brought us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oxi&lt;/span&gt;-Clean, to get out the red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair dye&lt;/span&gt; we might have gotten on a white t-shirt, from a makeover gone awry.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355330321981453490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH0jdiVNLI/AAAAAAAAB14/A5pmyfn83A8/s320/billymays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's brought us Kaboom so we don't have to use elbow grease when cleaning our bathrooms or kitchens.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355330750675758914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH08ajBL0I/AAAAAAAAB2A/E7W7bCyLouw/s320/kaboom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's brought us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zorbeez&lt;/span&gt;, to clean the spills of our children (or husbands).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355331457320150066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH1ljAK5DI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AukwtzU3d4k/s320/zorbeez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's even brought us the Quick Chop, so no knife skills needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355331968918753154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH2DU2yD4I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/XWdmY8hi7wE/s320/quickchop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was the king of cutting corners. And that's what this blog is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did he sell us these products, but he loved doing it. No salesman will ever be able to capture his charisma. Many will try, and many will fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Billy brought me more than these products. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, when M was born, she had some problems. She wasn't able to eat and gain weight. The doctors were very worried about her, and she was given the label of "failure to thrive" (I know you've got to be wondering what this has to do with Billy, but I promise you I'm getting to it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctors told us that we would have to feed her every 45 minutes, for as long as it took to get her back to where she needed to be: weight wise. This took two weeks of being up every night, with nothing on TV except my good friend Billy Mays. He's the one who was there for the 2am, 3am, 4am feedings yelling at me, keeping me awake. He made me laugh when I didn't think I could. He kept a smile on my face when I was so worried about being a new mom with a huge challenge in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he kept yelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept selling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept me awake when I needed it most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I was so excited that the show Pitchmen came out. I made everyone in my family sit down and watch it. It was funny. It was the show my family needed in their lives to laugh a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as I type this, my husband is threatening to cancel my credit cards. He's afraid when he goes to work that I might go on a "Billy Mays buying binge". He might be a little right in this case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want thank Billy for what's he's done, and what he's contributed to society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also feel for the children who are missing their father at this very moment. I can't possibly imagine what it's like for his family to lose such a wonderful person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's hard enough just being one of his fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3032034867311597729?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3032034867311597729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3032034867311597729' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3032034867311597729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3032034867311597729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/billy-mays-1958-2009.html' title='Billy Mays 1958-2009'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SlH33lI2n6I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixd6qLicHis/s72-c/BM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4248864151514157034</id><published>2009-07-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:32:47.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkuBZwIjrYI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/oMSlSjCh1pA/s1600-h/M_hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353514861477473666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkuBZwIjrYI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/oMSlSjCh1pA/s400/M_hockey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little girl. ::le sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4248864151514157034?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4248864151514157034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4248864151514157034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4248864151514157034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4248864151514157034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkuBZwIjrYI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/oMSlSjCh1pA/s72-c/M_hockey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1630850043216450374</id><published>2009-06-27T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:50:21.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Name those DUST BUNNIES!</title><content type='html'>Meet: George, Henrietta and Roxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Skb_MOib2SI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/wfvjKvZmEBs/s1600-h/Dustbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352245792702454050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Skb_MOib2SI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/wfvjKvZmEBs/s320/Dustbunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just hate dusting? 'Cause I sure do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to even breathe it, yet I can't find the motivation to just do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusting simply isn't fun. You get dirty, sometimes sweaty and most of the time your nasal passages get all clogged up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dust covers ever corner of my house whether I like it or not. It's simply a fact of life no one can avoid. Well, maybe the rich with 24/7 house-cleaning service (booooo to you if you're one of them). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my own little way to get myself out of dusting. Yes siree! Buckle up folks, you're participating in another Domestic Debacle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you've already figured out what my problem is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my solution: I'm going to get emotionally attached to my dust bunnies. Yes, all of them. I mean, how can I even clean them up, when they are just so darn cute? I mean, I've named them, dressed them (like Cindy did in that famous Disney movie- oh wait- those were mice) and even cared for them making sure they had enough "dust" to grow. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little guys are just so adorable that one day I promise you that my DH will feel the same way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I admit, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows how long I'm going to get away with this one? Even if I do end up as a mental patient, at least I surely won't have to clean in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Above photo credit: Lisa Martin; Arlington, TX via americanstandardair.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1630850043216450374?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1630850043216450374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1630850043216450374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1630850043216450374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1630850043216450374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/name-those-dust-bunnies.html' title='Name those DUST BUNNIES!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Skb_MOib2SI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/wfvjKvZmEBs/s72-c/Dustbunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5862019630146383313</id><published>2009-06-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:33:04.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>My new BATHING SUIT!!</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; buddy &lt;a href="http://mommysnacks.net/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; included me in this Tweet &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/lswxz3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to buy this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351098162661997698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkLrbXe2vII/AAAAAAAAB1I/GsPlG3MZLxc/s320/mynewsuit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo credit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lolitagirlstore.com/store.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lolitagirlstore&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; here, it's got polka dots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and don't even get me started on the embroidered anchor. It's just that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was genuinely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when I forwarded the lovely picture to my wonderful and amazing husband and got this quick reply: "Buy it, buy it now, no matter the cost".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WHA&lt;/span&gt; You say?!?! I mean, when all is said and done, it costs more than half of what my wedding dress cost.&lt;br /&gt;He. Didn't. Care.&lt;br /&gt;He was excited neurotic me found a bathing suit I actually liked. See, I'm what you'd refer to as a "suit snob". I've never had a swimsuit I actually liked, ever. Even when I was in college and weighed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abucknothin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;The main problem I've had with suits is that I've got some rather ::ahem:: large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chesticles&lt;/span&gt;. We're talking sideshow here folks. Nothing keeps these puppies in. Nothing until this swimsuit! For some reason though, it just wasn't laying right on me, so I took it into the tailor's.&lt;br /&gt;I did and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY got my bathing suit back from the tailor's where they&lt;br /&gt;::COULD I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE::&lt;br /&gt;took it in 2 WHOLE INCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just yelled at you. I just yelled that my tailor, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faboosh&lt;/span&gt; Miss Veronica took my new bathing suit in!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more happy, can ya tell? It's not like I've lost any weight, but it seems to have either A) turned into muscle or B) gone to another place on my bod.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, and who cares!&lt;/p&gt;This morning I took M to the pool in my new-and-improved suit, and got tons of compliments! I was so excited, and my confidence shot through the roof. I also didn't have to worry about strapping the "girls" down, or worry about the "spillage". My suit fit, and I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, I want to thank you Andrea of &lt;a href="http://mommysnacks.net/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommysnacks&lt;/span&gt;.net&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.lolitagirlstore.com/store.html"&gt;Lolita Girl Clothing&lt;/a&gt;. You've made my days at the pool THAT. MUCH. BETTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5862019630146383313?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5862019630146383313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5862019630146383313' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5862019630146383313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5862019630146383313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-bathing-suit.html' title='My new BATHING SUIT!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkLrbXe2vII/AAAAAAAAB1I/GsPlG3MZLxc/s72-c/mynewsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-383355725639469469</id><published>2009-06-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:54:51.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>About me.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I edited my "about me". Why? Well, I realized something tonight. I DO have a sense of style. I'm not "styleless" anymore. It's unique, and it's all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love things that have been "loved by others in the past" (thrift if you get my drift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blending the lines between retro-vintage and modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I even love my Mary Kay (slutty) red lipstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. I'll be sticking with my polka-dot tops, hot pink patent leather belts, rhinestone broaches, jean skirts and Crocs shoes- 'cause that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351091813713309842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkLlpzzh8JI/AAAAAAAAB1A/1xmvhbsT_Zs/s320/meedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-383355725639469469?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/383355725639469469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=383355725639469469' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/383355725639469469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/383355725639469469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-me.html' title='About me.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SkLlpzzh8JI/AAAAAAAAB1A/1xmvhbsT_Zs/s72-c/meedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-551084479083074763</id><published>2009-06-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:30:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://momminitup.com/blogging/gettin-giddy-with-it-and-sharing-the-love/#comment-13247"&gt;Mommin it up!&lt;/a&gt; Is giving away Lands End gift certificates! It just shows you how much they rawk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-551084479083074763?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/551084479083074763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=551084479083074763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/551084479083074763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/551084479083074763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8934579702896021812</id><published>2009-06-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:47:55.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sj6j40pBd7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/VYRQHC_HRXE/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349893603961436082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sj6j40pBd7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/VYRQHC_HRXE/s320/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day, to my "baby's daddy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8934579702896021812?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8934579702896021812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8934579702896021812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8934579702896021812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8934579702896021812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sj6j40pBd7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/VYRQHC_HRXE/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6997597091524152758</id><published>2009-06-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:32:11.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>I just love cool things!</title><content type='html'>I just love cool things, especially when they have something to do with aviation. It also helps that we live like 2 blocks from the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.af.mil/"&gt;National Museum of the United States Air Force&lt;/a&gt;. Let me tell you, this is one nifty (and huge) place. If you ever plan a trip to the Dayton area, this is a must see. You really need more than one day to go through the museum(s), see the IMAX movies and enjoy the simulators. So if you do come, plan on being here two or more days. You might even catch M and I there (we're regulars, about twice a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about it is that it is 100% free. Admission and parking. Yeah. Awesome right? They also provide strollers free of charge. Think this is great? Well, it gets even better. The food in the cafe is well priced. M and I can have lunch there, with drinks and come out at around $7. Not bad for 2 people. The food is really good to, and the service is always with a smile. There's also plenty of space to pack your lunch, and eat it too. The only thing that might set you back a little is the IMAX theater and the large simulator. Not sure on the prices of those, so check out their site for more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem that I have with this place is that you have to walk through their gift shop (sneaky-sneaky!) to get to the indoor museum(s). And with a 3 year-old that doesn't normally go smoothly. We've finally gotten to the point where we've bought so much stuff from there, that M doesn't ask for anything anymore. At least until they get their new toy shipments in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me get to the reason I began writing this post. Recently, the NMOTUSAF (thought I'd abbreviate here for ya) held their own "Night at the Museum". Boy was it crowded! They ended up having a record number of attendees, and broke fire code. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ever been there before, you may pick up your jaw from the floor-now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid you not. We were shoulder-to-shoulder in this place. It was cool, yet scary at the same time. See, we weren't just in there with tourists. There were aliens among the crowd (okay, don't hit the "x" in the corner. I'm not crazy, keep reading). Real. Live. Aliens. And their "men in black" chasing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348402442186149410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SjlXryJWTiI/AAAAAAAAB0M/zkMfbm0g8Ms/s320/alien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo credit National Museum of the US Air Force)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looked like this one needed a break or two. So, M was terrified of these guys. Which let me tell you, my kid is all talk. For weeks she has carried around a little alien doll, that must have been related to the fine gentleman (lady?) above. She loves this thing, but when put face-to-face with a breathing alien, she was having none of it! It cracks me up! So now when we go, she always asks in the parking lot if the aliens are in "her" museum. Love her imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there were some other not-normal things in the museum as well. Including this little jem:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405966576165906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjla47haJBI/AAAAAAAAB0c/WlgYQtG2p2E/s320/DSCN2154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405957679605346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjla4aYTZmI/AAAAAAAAB0U/SB1fIWcYWZo/s320/DSCN2152.jpg" /&gt;Yes ma'am, your eyes do not deceive you. This is the OCC Stealth bike. I'm sorry, but I think this is the coolest piece of machinery, since well, the B-22! DH wasn't as nearly impressed as I was (hang on now- I majored in Aerospace Studies and Military Science in college) so I guess you might not be either, but I loved it. Heh. It's on my Christmas list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Because it was so busy, we really didn't get to see much. We pretty much just went in, and saw M's "BOMB" (trust me, it's a whole 'nother post for a whole 'nother day).&lt;br /&gt;On the way into the Apollo gallery we got to meet a real-life astronaut (as if they were all fake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348409233600494850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjld3GItPQI/AAAAAAAAB0k/vKMXvPLJrrQ/s320/astro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo credit National Museum of the US Air Force)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to finish out the night, we got to swing by the &lt;a href="http://www.bluestarmothersdayton.com/"&gt;Blue Star Mothers &lt;/a&gt;table, and wrote a quick note to our fantastic troops (love you guys!). If you don't know what these ladies do, take a minute and check out their site. It's a great organization that John and I have supported in the years past. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I guess with the end of this loooong post (if you made it) kudos to you! I hope you take the time to head out to the NMOTUSAF. It's a great place, family and frugal friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6997597091524152758?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6997597091524152758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6997597091524152758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6997597091524152758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6997597091524152758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-love-cool-things.html' title='I just love cool things!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SjlXryJWTiI/AAAAAAAAB0M/zkMfbm0g8Ms/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1784872482104997068</id><published>2009-06-16T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:13:44.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Cutter Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjeadbgo6DI/AAAAAAAAB0E/lwOjr6AtIBA/s1600-h/June+2009+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347912912917293106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjeadbgo6DI/AAAAAAAAB0E/lwOjr6AtIBA/s320/June+2009+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winner has been notified! Thanks to all who entered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1784872482104997068?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1784872482104997068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1784872482104997068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1784872482104997068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1784872482104997068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/cookie-cutter-giveaway_16.html' title='Cookie Cutter Giveaway'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sjeadbgo6DI/AAAAAAAAB0E/lwOjr6AtIBA/s72-c/June+2009+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5524429160560565012</id><published>2009-06-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:32:32.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si_DtaSmLzI/AAAAAAAABz8/uYu2cADJRCs/s1600-h/bday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706467630919474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si_DtaSmLzI/AAAAAAAABz8/uYu2cADJRCs/s320/bday+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my perfect little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Skylar Rose. You are an amazing little girl, and we miss you every day... Love you little one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(And before you start hating me, I still have your gifts here at home. I know, I know. You're the perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm the worst aunt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5524429160560565012?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5524429160560565012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5524429160560565012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5524429160560565012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5524429160560565012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si_DtaSmLzI/AAAAAAAABz8/uYu2cADJRCs/s72-c/bday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-513641990921693408</id><published>2009-06-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:43:36.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Wednesdays come early.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si-4VX8GAgI/AAAAAAAABz0/51W7RoQ5TBU/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345693960054899202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si-4VX8GAgI/AAAAAAAABz0/51W7RoQ5TBU/s320/laundry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow folks, Wednesday came early this morning. Earlier than normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 3 year-old likes to get up early. Really early. As in "hi Mommy and Daddy, I'm up at 6:30am, hungry and now you will feed me. Did I mention I'm hungry now?" early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my wonderful (love you babe) DH gets up with her and pretty much sends her back to her room while he showers. He gets our of said shower and promptly drops the *F* bomb. Yep. He never does this unless he is really. really. mad. Why is my DH so mad, this early in the morning? It's something yours &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; did, or rather, did not do. Um, that large pink elephant in the room. That thing, called laundry. My poor DH had no (and I really mean no) clean underwear to don under his dress clothes for work this morning *giggle giggle*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Waving HI HONEY!!:: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you didn't know, he does read my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what makes me even a better wife and Domestic Debacle. Not only do I NOT do my housewifely duties, I like take time out of my day to tell all of you what happened (instead of actually doing what I should be doing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everyone pretty much calms down and DD gets her breakfast. DH heads to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart to pick up another package of underwear because he actually thinks I'm going to wash those too. Maybe they'll stretch his time between washes. Only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly hubby, laundry's for maids! Oh yeah, we don't have one... Guess I need to get some done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-513641990921693408?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/513641990921693408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=513641990921693408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/513641990921693408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/513641990921693408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesdays-come-early.html' title='Wednesdays come early.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si-4VX8GAgI/AAAAAAAABz0/51W7RoQ5TBU/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5727255246020531427</id><published>2009-06-08T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:41:18.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Cookie Cutter Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi all! I am giving away an adorable monkey cookie cutter with a hand-made recipe card set! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344966122968219746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si0iXrgEgGI/AAAAAAAABzs/XoDEx82ljZU/s320/June+2009+105.JPG" /&gt;The recipe cards include two different kinds of cookie recipes, and two frosting recipes. You have 3 opportunities to win:&lt;br /&gt;1) Leave a comment below and tellme how much you love this cookie cutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) tweet about it, and include me in the tweet- @DomesticDebacle (als0 leave a comment below giving me the heads-up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Blog about it, and leave the link here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be picking the winner-at random- on Monday, June 15th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5727255246020531427?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5727255246020531427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5727255246020531427' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5727255246020531427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5727255246020531427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/cookie-cutter-giveaway.html' title='Cookie Cutter Giveaway!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Si0iXrgEgGI/AAAAAAAABzs/XoDEx82ljZU/s72-c/June+2009+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7746875685990961628</id><published>2009-06-07T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:07:04.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>The Shower pt.1</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm writing about this weekend (I know you couldn't wait for it, could you?).&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I threw my best friend her baby shower. It was a great, and entertaining time, had by all. Don't you love when you can sit back in a room, and think "wow, I have nothing in common with any of these people" but still manage to have a conversation with them? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. All of these women were career minded (which there is nothing wrong with that at all) which I am not. I find that I am more about my child-which will always come first for me. Now, I'm not saying that moms who work aren't putting their kids first. Some have to work to support their family. But, then there are the other moms who simply work so they can have all the extras, and there is nothing wrong with that as well. To each her own! But for me, I believe it's most important to be there 99% of the time for your child when they are young (I say 99% of the time, because I have a babysitter for date nights).&lt;br /&gt;So here's what set me aback in a conversation with one of these "career moms". My husband (the wonderful and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; man that he is) catered the whole thing (except for my artichoke chili dip- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yummmm&lt;/span&gt;). He came in, set up and got the hot  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'oeurves&lt;/span&gt; set out during the party so I could talk, mingle and get the games started. So yeah, basically he was super-hubby for the day.  The party-goers were singing the praises of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DH's&lt;/span&gt; handiwork and I mentioned that he wanted to go to culinary school. I also said that I would love for that to happen as well -and when the others asked why not- but unfortunately, it doesn't pay the bills at this time. So this "career minded mom" jumped on me, saying how awful it was that I would "dare to squash my husband's dream like that, and she would be thrilled to have her husband quit his job to go to culinary school". She said it loudly. For the whole room to hear. Talk about blushing on my part! So I immediately think- wow- she just made me look like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-meanie-wife and okay, what kind of world does this lady live in? Oh yeah, she's an editor for the largest paper in our area and I'm a lowly housewife. They could probably afford for him to not work. For us though, it's a little different. I pinch my pennies, shop sales and clip my coupons with gusto. I take our $150 grocery bill and turn it into a $50 grocery bill. It's what I do- to contribute to my family. My husband goes to work to earn a living so that I am fortunate enough to stay at home with our daughter. I would rather do this than have the extras. My idea of an extra is the &lt;a href="http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-crocs.html"&gt;free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I get. But back to the story... My response to the mom was "well, culinary school also won't pay for our daughter's tuition." ::crickets crickets:: She immediately says (with much smaller volume) "well we're telling our girls they have to get good grades to earn their own way into college." The subject was then changed.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't even know what to think about this situation. Does a two-income working mom not understand the sacrifices a one-income family has to make? I feel a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, and I wish I would have said nothing about my husband's interest in culinary school to these other women. But then again, who knew I would be judged so harshly? I've never seen such judgement from people I hardly knew, and at a baby shower of all places. Clearly I didn't fit in with any of them as I am only friends with the guest of honor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7746875685990961628?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7746875685990961628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7746875685990961628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7746875685990961628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7746875685990961628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/shower-pt1.html' title='The Shower pt.1'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5213673385587346222</id><published>2009-06-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:03:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway - HP Mini Vivienne Tam Edition from Intel!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiWhwJsQpvI/AAAAAAAABzE/bNynby-vxUc/s1600-h/tam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342854381552314098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiWhwJsQpvI/AAAAAAAABzE/bNynby-vxUc/s320/tam.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head to this &lt;a href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/blissful-style/giveaway-hp-mini-vivienne-tam-edition-from-intel/comment-page-17/#comment-32185"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for all the juicy details (or not, 'cause I really want to win)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5213673385587346222?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5213673385587346222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5213673385587346222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5213673385587346222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5213673385587346222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway-hp-mini-vivienne-tam-edition.html' title='Giveaway - HP Mini Vivienne Tam Edition from Intel!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiWhwJsQpvI/AAAAAAAABzE/bNynby-vxUc/s72-c/tam.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7762612506587606636</id><published>2009-06-02T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:15:25.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>Tummy Tickler!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not the "official spokesperson" for Tummy Tickers. But... I should be. So, anyone out there from Tummy Tickler land- I'm at your service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;, I noticed another mom with the Tummy Tickler set. Of course, I had to ask her what she thought about it, and also share my experience. Another mom, Jenny from &lt;a href="http://momminitup.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Momminitup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, suggested I blog about my thoughts- so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first became a fan of this product back in 2006, when M started drinking from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cups. We had family in town for her 1st birthday and were running around like chickens with our heads cut off. During all the commotion, I forgot to bring a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cup with me. We were at Target, but she was too young to drink from a straw so juice was out. I was not about to go to give her a Coke, so I knew I needed to improvise. While I was in the juice aisle, I found this little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806894828164626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiV2kD29lhI/AAAAAAAABy8/u4w1wmKozi4/s320/tummy+tickler.jpg" /&gt;Oh yeah. They're awesome. Not only can you open them right up and use them right there, but they are dishwasher safe (so it's reusable and earth friendly), they don't leak AT ALL (seriously, I'm not kidding here- 2 years later of dishwasher abuse and they are still going strong) and come in characters my daughter LOVES! They are also filled with 100% juice, so you don't feel like a bad parent for giving them something that might be bad for them. In my years of experience buying these, they are the BEST &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cup/ juice product in the market- and are worth every single penny you pay for them. Right now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has them on sale too, so snatch them up before I do!&lt;br /&gt;Even better, they don't need to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refrigerated&lt;/span&gt;. Keep them in the car, take them to the beach or museum (I like to sneak mine into the movie theater-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! don't tell) and know you're giving your kids the best when you give them Tummy Ticklers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7762612506587606636?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7762612506587606636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7762612506587606636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7762612506587606636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7762612506587606636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/tummy-tickler.html' title='Tummy Tickler!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiV2kD29lhI/AAAAAAAABy8/u4w1wmKozi4/s72-c/tummy+tickler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-7757691146148208805</id><published>2009-06-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:28:10.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie is neurotic'/><title type='text'>Careful, I'm about to get all neurotic on ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've dropped a little weight lately. Enough to fit into a size 10 dress (big yay for me!). So I found the "perfect" dress online at Sears.com:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426323128787730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiQcb3zJoxI/AAAAAAAABys/2rY5mH_pr8c/s320/red+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered it special for a date night with my DH. It came in JUST in time for our big night out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It fits, but it just doesn't hang right on me. I don't know why, because I have a high waist and this dress certainly hits at that level. For once, the bodice fits perfectly, and I have no spill-over issues. The length is just right, hitting mid-calf. The major thing I can find wrong is that it bunches in the back a little, like I'd have love handles right above my natural waist line. I don't have them (there anyways) to the point that it should be causing this dress issues. I wanted it to be a surprise for my hunny, but now I think I need his opinion! Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This situation does not help with my body-issues. Recently I found a grey hair. Normally, any other person might take it in stride, but I am freaking out. I don't want to end up looking like my biological mother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426803766571122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiQc32UIMHI/AAAAAAAABy0/SiJwj-lvRKg/s320/cthulu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks knucklebones.net for the Cthulu drawing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. She's the stuff nightmares fear. Think I'm being harsh? Go ahead. Meet her. I dare ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went grey at an early age too, and um, had some body issues as well. I have no desire to look like her, but I can see it happening (or maybe I'm being paranoid as my DH likes to tell me). I'm seriously considering plastic surgery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before you get all jumpy on me here- yes, I have a daughter. Yes, I learned how NOT to be a parent and wife from my BM. No, I will not make my daughter think I hate my body, because truth is- I don't. I just don't want to look like HER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to find a good tailor to get this dress to hang right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-7757691146148208805?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/7757691146148208805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=7757691146148208805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7757691146148208805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/7757691146148208805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/06/careful-im-about-to-get-all-neurotic-on.html' title='Careful, I&apos;m about to get all neurotic on ya!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SiQcb3zJoxI/AAAAAAAABys/2rY5mH_pr8c/s72-c/red+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8281867889882332675</id><published>2009-05-30T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:52:22.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deals'/><title type='text'>Garage sales in the spring time.</title><content type='html'>The one "great thing" about living in the Miami Valley is the garage sales. You can get some killer deals and people have no clue as to what they are selling. Really. I got some GREAT deals this morning, just because I knew what I was buying. Someone was selling a Pottery Barn kids chair, with slip cover for $8. Normally, they go for $60 for the chair- and the not included slip cover- is $39. And I got the whole thing for $8. OMG. I know. I did the happy dance the whole way to the next garage sale in my neighborhood...&lt;br /&gt;What I really went out to buy this morning was a pair of shorts for M, and a white-button down shirt for yours truly. I found BOTH at the next garage sale. The shirt, short sleeved, was super cute and had puffed sleeves. I can't turn a shirt down that has puffed sleeves. The only problem, is that the arm-holes are a bit too snug. It's nothing I can't fix though. I can always either let it out a little or add some elastic to it. So, I went to "check out" and I saw this ADORABLE desk (with spindle legs) that was displaying an old-school X-Box. I asked the young man if it was for sale. He said yes, but he had to check with his dad. The older man came out, and told me it was $10. "$10?!?! Are you SURE??" He said yes, that his wife just didn't like the way he refinished it (it was painted black, with a white top). I called my DH and he listed the pros and cons (I can always count on my hubby for showing me both sides to any purchase). I decided it was the right thing to do, after all it was only $10 and I needed a table for my sewing machine in the den, and DH needed a space for painting his Flames of War miniatures (did I mention he's a gamer?). This is the perfect little desk! So I backed into the long driveway, and the men put the desk in the back of my SUV. It fit perfectly. It was meant to be! The older gentleman asked me if it will be well loved, and I replied that it surely would. I'll take come pictures this afternoon, and post them tomorrow. But I consider myself one lucky girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8281867889882332675?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8281867889882332675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8281867889882332675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8281867889882332675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8281867889882332675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-sales-and-allergies.html' title='Garage sales in the spring time.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3554983639634157477</id><published>2009-05-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:27:34.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Free Crocs!!</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago, I attended&lt;a href="http://www.momsniteout.com/"&gt; National Mom's Night Out &lt;/a&gt;in Dayton, OH! It was hosted by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; duo in our area- the lovely Jenny from &lt;a href="http://momminitup.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mominitup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and the fabulous Andrea from &lt;a href="http://mommysnacks.net/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommysnacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! We had such a great time, that we were chosen as the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNO&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; and received a pair of free SHOES! I chose the BEAUTIFUL Cyprus. And when I mean beautiful, I mean ultra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; and stylish shoes. In fact, when I welcomed these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAWKIN&lt;/span&gt;' shoes into my home, they got their own name. So y'all I'd like you to meet the newest member of the Domestic Debacle Family:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339550311506076082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Shnkt9mlYbI/AAAAAAAAByc/0QyKW-HsnS4/s320/Cyprus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call "her" Cecelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is a very good reason as to why I am not wearing these right now in the picture or in real life. It turns out that I'm not very good at walking. In my haste to wear these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-cute shoes, my ankle gave out, and I sprained it. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avoiding&lt;/span&gt; the doctor at all costs, and am self-medicating my issue. So, I'm wearing a light weight brace and flip flops for now. But- the MOMENT I am better, I'll be slapping these pretties on my pedals, and hitting the town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3554983639634157477?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3554983639634157477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3554983639634157477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3554983639634157477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3554983639634157477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-crocs.html' title='Free Crocs!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Shnkt9mlYbI/AAAAAAAAByc/0QyKW-HsnS4/s72-c/Cyprus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4982738011780254968</id><published>2009-05-24T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:56:38.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><title type='text'>Murray had a little lamb...</title><content type='html'>My three year-old loves nursery rhymes. To the point where she "M-a-fies" them on a regular basis. Beauty and the Beast is called "the not-so-mean Beast with Belle, who I don't like", and the ever popular Little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muffit&lt;/span&gt; known as "Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muffit&lt;/span&gt; killed a long spider". Who can forget her version of Twinkle, twinkle little star which goes something like this "Twinkle twinkle little star- up above like a diamond- the end."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight M came up with a new version of Mary had a little lamb. It's now become "Murray had a little lamb". &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339541480580926242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Shncr719SyI/AAAAAAAAByE/DA14fPBbh84/s320/lamb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever-so-rudely tried to correct her that is was Mary who had the little lamb- and I said to my husband that maybe M does have a little Jew in her (&lt;a href="http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-converting.html"&gt;see post here&lt;/a&gt;). Turns out I was wrong. When I asked M why she switched to Murray, her answer was "I have a little Jew on my SHIRT".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4982738011780254968?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4982738011780254968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4982738011780254968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4982738011780254968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4982738011780254968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/murray-had-little-lamb.html' title='Murray had a little lamb...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Shncr719SyI/AAAAAAAAByE/DA14fPBbh84/s72-c/lamb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1707160143608232081</id><published>2009-05-17T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:12:06.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s for Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Throwing a party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShniPhjJWHI/AAAAAAAAByM/gJpUIHhNihQ/s1600-h/Shhh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 61px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339547589556131954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShniPhjJWHI/AAAAAAAAByM/gJpUIHhNihQ/s320/Shhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have the grocery store do all the work, but make sure you take all of the credit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the baby shower I'm throwing, I want things to taste good, look good, and above all-take very little effort on my part. It's not that I don't love the mom-to-be, it's that I have a family of my own that needs tending to. I want her to have the best party I can give her, while not neglecting my DH and DD at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my plan for foodage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked artichoke dip with homemade toasted baguette (this is the one item that will actually be made 100% by me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Salad and Ham salad sandwiches on croissants (store bought everything, but I'll put it together!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit salad (yummy yummy- haha! frozen, just need to thaw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veggie Tray (will buy in store, already separated and comes with dip!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancy's Deli Spirals (enough said)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ and Jelly meatballs (I'll throw them together in the crock pot the morning of. I'm known for these 'balls.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To drink, I'll be making a blue punch- made with Blue Hawaiian punch, Sprite and vanilla ice cream. We'll also have water and coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes. Made by the cake shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be *16* people there (well, only 5 have RSVP'd-and that includes me and the guest of honor).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of my menu? Think it's enough for a 1:00pm baby shower?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1707160143608232081?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1707160143608232081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1707160143608232081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1707160143608232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1707160143608232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/throwing-party.html' title='Throwing a party'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShniPhjJWHI/AAAAAAAAByM/gJpUIHhNihQ/s72-c/Shhh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4370387880227678565</id><published>2009-05-17T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:27:29.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An adult baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And no, I don't mean "adult" as for the risque crowd, I mean staying away from the cliche themes, and making it more about the mom. Soon, she'll have enough of the cartoon monkeys, so lets give her a big-girl party. Make it as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; as it can be, for a mom about to have a son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already convinced her I am going all "monkey" on her party, but in reality, I am making it oh-so-much classier. Instead of the traditional "whatever your nursery theme" I'm doing everything in light baby blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the invitations I am using:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184889811160194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShF9YTHGzII/AAAAAAAABx8/2fm9YediXMc/s320/invite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the favors, I've bought monkey cookie-cutters (hopefully the only monkey in the whole place). With the cookie cutters, I'm making (with the help of a good friend) my own little cook book, with two rolled-out cookie dough recipes, and two different frosting recipes. I'm hoping to carry the light blue theme through that as well.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184545176065122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShF9EPPslGI/AAAAAAAABx0/nODUBtFpoyA/s320/cookie+cutter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be posting pics as soon as I start on the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the cake, I'm going for the cupcake look. My DH is making those little curly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;q's&lt;/span&gt; you always see on Ace of Cakes, and we're attaching an "It's a Boy!" charm to them. We're getting the cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.thecakeshopsweets.com/"&gt;The Cake Shop&lt;/a&gt;. I love, love, love their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that I am hung up on is the games. I'm not really into any kind of game except &lt;a href="http://www.unclesgames.com/product_info.php/products_id/2121"&gt;Lunch Money&lt;/a&gt;, and that really isn't appropriate for a baby shower. So does anyone out there in blog-land have any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4370387880227678565?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4370387880227678565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4370387880227678565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4370387880227678565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4370387880227678565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/adult-baby-shower.html' title='An adult baby shower'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ShF9YTHGzII/AAAAAAAABx8/2fm9YediXMc/s72-c/invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3138495521256243185</id><published>2009-05-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:36:20.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Laundry that needs folded</title><content type='html'>Here in my living room I have a basket of laundry that needs folded. It's been that way for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;I think it has eyes. It's staring at me. No, I know it has eyes. Darn you laundry- GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know of an easier way to fold laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just covered the OP with a blanket. Out of sight, out of mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3138495521256243185?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3138495521256243185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3138495521256243185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3138495521256243185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3138495521256243185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/laundry-that-needs-folded.html' title='Laundry that needs folded'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-181585781177390512</id><published>2009-05-13T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:24:48.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date night'/><title type='text'>When your hubby calls to tell you he is on his way home from work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sg2VUmabqLI/AAAAAAAABxs/abgNfWKRcg0/s1600-h/Shhh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 61px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336085314645239986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sg2VUmabqLI/AAAAAAAABxs/abgNfWKRcg0/s320/Shhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to iron clothes. I know most of you out there don't share the same *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;* I get when I pull out my long board and lay a hot one on it, so I'll share a little secret to get you out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, you don't need an ironing board to iron. You only need a stable flat surface and a light colored towel. When I was in college, I used the top of the coin operated dryer. I've also used the top of my kitchen table when pressed for time. Just remember to lay the towel down first, or you could burn straight through the clothes to the surface. But, I digress (you'll notice I do that a lot if you read some of my past posts- again- on topic Katie!!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to my secret... (which only really works if you're short like me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my DH calls to me to tell me he is on his way home from work (and asks if I need anything while he's out- he's such a good hubby!) I get my ironing board out. I also put on my most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zexiest&lt;/span&gt; high-heeled shoes I own. I wait 10 minutes because I know it's going to be a 20 minute wait for him to get the mail and come in the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plug your iron in and let it heat up. Gather your clean clothes into a large pile at the base of your ironing board. Then, at the 17 minute mark, begin to iron ONLY one shirt. Your hubby will come in AMAZED to see you ironing, but ironing in HEELS! When he asks you why, you simply tell him (in your best Marilyn Monroe voice) that you're too short for you ironing board, and need the extra "lift". He'll forget all about you ironing (although he'll be impressed for days to come) and will only conveniently remember that you were ironing in heels. Tell him you'll finish ironing tomorrow, so the two of you can have some time to yourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about those "clean clothes on the floor". Get a washcloth out and run it under some water. Take that, and your clean clothes and throw them into the dryer. Set your timer for an hour, and go get them. Hang them up. VOILA! They've been "ironed". There should be no wrinkles. If there are, well, it means that particular garment has character. Or, it means you need to drop it off at your local thrift store. Whatever works for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for writing this for just the "vertically challenged", so for you not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vertically&lt;/span&gt; challenged folks- exploit those long legs! Put on the shortest skirt or shorts you own and tell your husband (in your best Marilyn Monroe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;) how "hot you get when ironing clothes" and all he'll notice is that you've got some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gams&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Minimal work, big results- for lots of credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-181585781177390512?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/181585781177390512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=181585781177390512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/181585781177390512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/181585781177390512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-hubby-calls-to-tell-you-he-is.html' title='When your hubby calls to tell you he is on his way home from work...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sg2VUmabqLI/AAAAAAAABxs/abgNfWKRcg0/s72-c/Shhh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-2429343402514421098</id><published>2009-05-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:25:57.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Your Dishwasher is your friend. In more ways than one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgwbrWWj-3I/AAAAAAAABxk/r0TmWvRHGos/s1600-h/Shhh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 61px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670090075732850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgwbrWWj-3I/AAAAAAAABxk/r0TmWvRHGos/s320/Shhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether or not your dishwasher works, it's still your friend. Even when mine has been cleaned out, it's a great place to hide things. Table's cluttered? Grab a plastic bag, and take everything off your table and stick it in your dishwasher. Shut the door-and viola- out of sight, out of mind! Counter cluttered from snacks your kids left out, with no more space in the pantry? Stick them in the dishwasher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend doing this when no one is around. You don't want your 3 year-old getting into this habit (other wise you might find that your dishwasher is now the automatic car wash), and if you have company over they might think you've finally gone off the deep end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also use your washer and dryer as "hide the clutter" stations. Dryers are great for hiding left out toys, especially stuffed animals. Just don't run the dryer! Washers are great for just stashing dirty clothes on the floor. Don't worry about sorting or over stuffing. Before you use it, pull the clothes out again and re-sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in all seriousness-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS. DO NOT PUT THE APPLIANCE IN USE WHILE HIDING YOUR CLUTTER!!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once your company leaves, or your husband turns his back, you really do need to take out your clutter and put it away for good. You don't want to run your monthly bills or magazines through the dishwasher. It might be bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you run your dryer full of those plastic little dolls, they will melt. You will ruin your dryer, and your child will be sending you a therapy bill in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-2429343402514421098?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/2429343402514421098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=2429343402514421098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2429343402514421098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2429343402514421098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-dishwasher-is-your-friend-in-more.html' title='Your Dishwasher is your friend. In more ways than one.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgwbrWWj-3I/AAAAAAAABxk/r0TmWvRHGos/s72-c/Shhh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6007717225309025772</id><published>2009-05-13T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:50:03.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I'm converting!</title><content type='html'>Yes &lt;a href="http://www.familymusings.com/"&gt;Jennifer,&lt;/a&gt; here is the blog you've been waiting ever-so-patiently for.&lt;br /&gt;After 25 years of being raised a Jew (really 19, and I was also raised by a another parent who was Southern Baptist, but that's another blog in itself) , I am converting to Catholicism. I begin my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rite_of_Christian_Initiation_of_Adults"&gt;RCIA&lt;/a&gt; classes tomorrow night. A good friend of mine, Michelle, is my sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;Jew to Catholic? How?&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to a cradle Roman Catholic. He never pushed me to convert, and even when we got married 6 years ago, I made it CLEAR to him I had no interest in his religion. He didn't care because his annulment from the Church hadn't been started on yet, so having another Catholic wedding was the furthest from his mind (if you haven't caught on by now, I'm a second wife, but first love :). The annulment has since gone through, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Before we got married, I did agree to raising what children we would have in the Catholic church. I hadn't had any positive memories of religion growing up, so I knew raising our kids Southern Baptist or Jewish was out. I knew how important it was to my husband's family as well, to have strong faith in the catholic religion (notice, that is little c).&lt;br /&gt;Never did it cross my mind that I would have interest in the Catholic faith, let alone decide to convert.&lt;br /&gt;About 8 months ago, I was going through a very tough time. John and I were fighting constantly, and I was all-around unhappy. It wasn't because of anything else that someone had done. I just was a hateful person. It's very hard to understand unless you've been there. Finally one day, John asked me if I had ever heard of the "&lt;a href="http://www.footprints-inthe-sand.com/index.php?page=Poem/Poem.php"&gt;Footprints&lt;/a&gt;" story. I hadn't (for the obvious reasons). So, he told me the story- and every bell, whistle and light went off inside of me. It was THE answer I had needed in my life, and leave it to my wonderful husband to lead me to it. He suggested that we start attending Mass as a family. I don't remember what was said during that first Mass. All I remember is that it touched on how I felt at that particular point in time. I was lost, and needed to find my way. I needed to open myself to His will, and live my life in a better way. I took the cues, and called the education office in the Rectory. They put me in touch with a "Why Catholic" group in my area that gets together every Tuesday night. I've been attending on a regular basis, and enjoy it very much. They are a fantastic group of people who don't mind my constant questions. In fact, I think they enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;But what I didn't know at first is that the group leader runs the RCIA program at our church. She has now deemed me "ready" to enter the Catholic faith. I will be baptised at Eater Vigil 2010.&lt;br /&gt;So please, keep me in your prayers as I start this new journey. I'm excited, but a little nervous at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6007717225309025772?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6007717225309025772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6007717225309025772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6007717225309025772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6007717225309025772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-converting.html' title='I&apos;m converting!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8201500025652211001</id><published>2009-05-13T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:12:27.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Shhhh! Keep it a secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgrU4xCvwoI/AAAAAAAABxc/BPNTAVbsyPw/s1600-h/Shhh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 61px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335310780276392578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgrU4xCvwoI/AAAAAAAABxc/BPNTAVbsyPw/s320/Shhh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to share with you all one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAJAH&lt;/span&gt; secrets of being a Domestic Debacle. We're talking SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; here. Do not tell your hubbies. I mean it. I don't want my own DH knowing I do this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever have someone just show up at your door? Could be a friend swinging by, the electrician, the dryer repair guy? They give you a window, but you never *really* know when they are going to be there. You are feeling lazy, and don't want to clean, or you just simply don't have time to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's your ultimate game plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The door bell rings. You RUN (yes, you must run for this to seem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believable&lt;/span&gt;) to your kitchen and grab your can of any cleaning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt; and your roll of paper towels on the counter. Then you RUN to your front door and answer: "I am so glad to see you, but you've caught me in the middle of cleaning". You should be remotely breathing hard to make it seem like you've been cleaning away, using a little elbow grease. If you are even more impressive, you take the time to run your hands underneath some running water, so you're really a "cleaning" mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW A VERY IMPORTANT DETAIL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the OP leaves, you MUST put away the paper towels and cleaning solution, so that when your DH gets home from work, you can tell him you were about to clean until the OP showed up at your door, and you simply had no time to get any cleaning done today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This same *game plan* works for laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab a t-shirt or two- run to the door and explain that "they showed up on the one day a week you get all your laundry done". As your friend steps over the pile of clothes they won't even think about the fact that the pile has really been there for the last week. If you want to get really fancy on this one, actually throw some clothes in the washer. If not, just run it without any clothes in it. If it's still running when your DH comes home from work- bonus for you! He'll think you're slaving away on the laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8201500025652211001?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8201500025652211001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8201500025652211001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8201500025652211001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8201500025652211001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhh-keep-it-secret.html' title='Shhhh! Keep it a secret...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SgrU4xCvwoI/AAAAAAAABxc/BPNTAVbsyPw/s72-c/Shhh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3870279239589118369</id><published>2009-05-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:57:33.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;M&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Laziness'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Shortcake</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to the Juvenile Research Diabetes Foundation fundraiser for &lt;a href="http://momminitup.com/"&gt;Momin' it up&lt;/a&gt;! We all had a great time, with good food (go Qdoba!) good company, and goooood drinks (thanks to Jenny for heading to Meijer). In all, they raised $400+ dollars! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;But here's the real story...&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a Strawberry Shortcake DvD for M from the party. That was a MISTAKE. She's watched it 3 times, and it's not even 10:00am yet. Don't get me wrong here. I loved Strawberry Shortcake as a kid. I mean, c'mon who didn't love dolls that smell like dessert? Really? But in all seriousness- moderation folks! Then again, I could go get some housework done while she watches this. Or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3870279239589118369?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3870279239589118369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3870279239589118369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3870279239589118369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3870279239589118369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/strawberry-shortcake.html' title='Strawberry Shortcake'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6114084222629245720</id><published>2009-05-12T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:15:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being lazy today...</title><content type='html'>I have so much laundry to do, that it's over flowing my basket. Still, I have no desire to fold it. So instead, I'm going to hit the Flower Factory with M this morning. Life is gooooood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6114084222629245720?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6114084222629245720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6114084222629245720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6114084222629245720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6114084222629245720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-being-lazy-today.html' title='I&apos;m being lazy today...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-9102177320609660731</id><published>2009-05-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:37:01.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>G-a-a-atorade</title><content type='html'>Oh it's my nemesiss. Red gatorade. I have no idea why my sweet DH has to drink it, or why he has to spill it on his khaki Polo jacket. I've tried twice getting it out with Zout. And much to my dismay, it would NOT come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to Target to try to get another solution. I bought OxyClean for the first time. I've heard Billy Mays SCREAM at me to buy the stuff, and that it really works. And Billy Mays, you're my hero. I. LOVE. OXY CLEAN!!!! In fact, if I were available, I'd let it court me and marry me. It not only got out the ::shudder:: Gatorade but it got out set in Balsamic Vinegar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I adore you, my little tub of Oxy Clean...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334575077732833266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sgg3xPfq1_I/AAAAAAAABxU/5KY8GRSlH0Q/s320/oxyclean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-9102177320609660731?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/9102177320609660731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=9102177320609660731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9102177320609660731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/9102177320609660731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/g-a-atorade.html' title='G-a-a-atorade'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sgg3xPfq1_I/AAAAAAAABxU/5KY8GRSlH0Q/s72-c/oxyclean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4772814056846903124</id><published>2009-05-11T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:28:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC Penney Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sgg2DRb2NBI/AAAAAAAABxM/jIayDqQWMWk/s1600-h/4036ae48-376a-11de-a99a-0015174c50bcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573188468061202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sgg2DRb2NBI/AAAAAAAABxM/jIayDqQWMWk/s320/4036ae48-376a-11de-a99a-0015174c50bcw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know I posted awhile ago about my *fight* with JCPP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the long story short: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took M to get her pics taken. Manager was in a bad mood, lied to me and threw a clipboard at me when I called her on it. I called the corporate office, and they put me in touch with the District Manager. She told me that she would correct the situation (this was back in Feb) and send me coupons. Coupons were never sent, so I wrote a 3 page letter to the area VP detailing my experience. She set up another photo session for M and the whole thing was free. The manager has now been demoted to assistant manager, and another has been hired to take her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to pick up my pictures on the 13th... We'll see how that goes. As I write this, I'm willing to give JCPP another chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4772814056846903124?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4772814056846903124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4772814056846903124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4772814056846903124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4772814056846903124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/jc-penney-portraits.html' title='JC Penney Portraits'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sgg2DRb2NBI/AAAAAAAABxM/jIayDqQWMWk/s72-c/4036ae48-376a-11de-a99a-0015174c50bcw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3439347140987852493</id><published>2009-05-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:00:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day to all the moms and step-moms out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3439347140987852493?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3439347140987852493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3439347140987852493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3439347140987852493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3439347140987852493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5079790711842943388</id><published>2009-05-09T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:15:58.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, have you missed me?</title><content type='html'>I've taken a moment or two to myself, and neglected my bloggy-blog. I'm ever so sorry, and I shall make it up to you, once I get my thoughts in order. I won't take long. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5079790711842943388?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5079790711842943388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5079790711842943388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5079790711842943388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5079790711842943388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-have-you-missed-me.html' title='So, have you missed me?'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4624489484488986070</id><published>2009-04-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:19:01.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you respond?</title><content type='html'>When you have a bad customer-service experience, how do you respond? Me, well, I write letters. I think it over before I send it. If I still feel the same way the next day- it goes in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;JC Penney Portraits- you HAVE been warned. Here comes your 3 page letter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4624489484488986070?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4624489484488986070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4624489484488986070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4624489484488986070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4624489484488986070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-respond.html' title='How do you respond?'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6186166392070686022</id><published>2009-03-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:08:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SclLrTAUqzI/AAAAAAAABxE/NzGFQIQJk1A/s1600-h/st+vincent.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316864042295667506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SclLrTAUqzI/AAAAAAAABxE/NzGFQIQJk1A/s320/st+vincent.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I went through my closet the other day, and evaluated my clothing situation. I've realized that I don't wear nearly the amount of clothing that I own, so it was time to purge. Out of 1 closet, I got 5 outdoor trash bags full of clothes that I don't wear, and haven't worn in 3+years (shame on me!). So, out with the bags! And as I am typing this, my wonderful husband is dropping them off at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/St.%20Vincents%20Hotel%20Dayton%20OH"&gt;St. Vincent de Paul &lt;/a&gt;(our local homeless shelter). They do a lot for our community, so I am glad to be helping them out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6186166392070686022?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6186166392070686022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6186166392070686022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6186166392070686022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6186166392070686022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SclLrTAUqzI/AAAAAAAABxE/NzGFQIQJk1A/s72-c/st+vincent.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-4652500226600882510</id><published>2009-03-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:19:59.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty training'/><title type='text'>And the winner is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831364031990146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sckt9K_ISYI/AAAAAAAABw0/uNClmNyhehM/s320/DSCN2083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jen! Thanks everyone for participating in my first-ever giveaway, and a special thanks to those who blogged about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316835969658949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckyJQSKkJI/AAAAAAAABw8/Wmh0ZKl-CFc/s320/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-4652500226600882510?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/4652500226600882510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=4652500226600882510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4652500226600882510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/4652500226600882510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is:'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sckt9K_ISYI/AAAAAAAABw0/uNClmNyhehM/s72-c/DSCN2083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-779456983473510148</id><published>2009-03-24T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:48:12.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bitter-sweet moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckqmQZRIXI/AAAAAAAABwM/081NUncmgNI/s1600-h/school+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316827671811924338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckqmQZRIXI/AAAAAAAABwM/081NUncmgNI/s320/school+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I registered M for preschool this morning. She'll be 4 in September. I can deal with hockey lessons, playdates and mom's night out. I can't however deal with the fact that my baby is going to school. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-779456983473510148?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/779456983473510148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=779456983473510148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/779456983473510148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/779456983473510148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-sweet-moment.html' title='A bitter-sweet moment'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckqmQZRIXI/AAAAAAAABwM/081NUncmgNI/s72-c/school+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-2037199683796684269</id><published>2009-03-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:45:36.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date night'/><title type='text'>Our 6th Anniversary- coming up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckpI-cOX3I/AAAAAAAABwE/pmlTnrZjIqU/s1600-h/Reds+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826069264654194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckpI-cOX3I/AAAAAAAABwE/pmlTnrZjIqU/s320/Reds+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, I get stressed. So this came early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby (who's so wonderful!) proposed almost 7 years ago at a Reds/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; game. I was a die-hard cradle Reds' fan, and he a Cubs fan. So, for our 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary in April, he scored some tickets to a Reds game for JUST the two of us! I lined up the babysitter this morning, so we get a day for just US. I can not wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-2037199683796684269?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/2037199683796684269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=2037199683796684269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2037199683796684269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/2037199683796684269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-6th-anniversary-coming-up.html' title='Our 6th Anniversary- coming up!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckpI-cOX3I/AAAAAAAABwE/pmlTnrZjIqU/s72-c/Reds+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-103282750559669442</id><published>2009-03-24T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:33:48.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The sweetest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScknNA1mv4I/AAAAAAAABv8/0_qmfxOo814/s1600-h/DSCN2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316823939604201346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScknNA1mv4I/AAAAAAAABv8/0_qmfxOo814/s320/DSCN2074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M and I went to Church yesterday to pick up a DvD from the rectory. we had to walk through the courtyard to get to the car and she thought it was the perfect time to pray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-103282750559669442?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/103282750559669442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=103282750559669442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/103282750559669442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/103282750559669442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetest-things.html' title='The sweetest things...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScknNA1mv4I/AAAAAAAABv8/0_qmfxOo814/s72-c/DSCN2074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-6238909057687489805</id><published>2009-03-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:30:42.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The winning pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScklBb1zOzI/AAAAAAAABv0/msuFjyMK2Mc/s1600-h/DSCN2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821541671090994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScklBb1zOzI/AAAAAAAABv0/msuFjyMK2Mc/s320/DSCN2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this pizza hasn't won anything "officially", but it has won over my taste buds. My 3 year-old swears by it, and licks her plate every time. And yes, she is an extremely picky eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even asks for it again the next day. How awesome is that?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://boboli.gwbakeries.com/"&gt;Boboli &lt;/a&gt;Original Pizza crust (they currently have a $1 off coupon on their site)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup of &lt;a href="http://www.sweetbabyrays.com/"&gt;Sweet Baby Ray's &lt;/a&gt;BBQ Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 red onion ( I sweat them out a little on the stove before I put them on the pizza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.5 chicken breasts cooked (I use the chicken breasts from a store-bought rotisserie chicken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 round of Gouda cheese, grated or shredded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preheat oven to directions on the Boboli Pizza Crust package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer the pizza sauce, chicken, red onions and Gouda. Cook for 10 minutes, but check at 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve to your family, and watch them gobble it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-6238909057687489805?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/6238909057687489805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=6238909057687489805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6238909057687489805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/6238909057687489805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/winning-pizza.html' title='The winning pizza'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/ScklBb1zOzI/AAAAAAAABv0/msuFjyMK2Mc/s72-c/DSCN2057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3721277846071648722</id><published>2009-03-24T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:28:32.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s for Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food review'/><title type='text'>Yes, I made it for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckVICM0jaI/AAAAAAAABvs/PXlUP_4Rb04/s1600-h/DSCN2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316804062861364642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckVICM0jaI/AAAAAAAABvs/PXlUP_4Rb04/s320/DSCN2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't y'all love my fancy-schmancy photography SKILLZ? Oh- and before you yell at me, I made up this plate with leftovers. There are normally a whole lot more green beans on our plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my "new" favorite recipe. And, I say "new" because I screwed it up, but in the end made it that-much-better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the recipe for oven fried chicken with my spin on it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-heat your oven to 375 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 med. chicken breasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 "sleeve" of Ritz crackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon dried rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 teaspoon black crushed pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons butter melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put the Ritz crackers, rosemary, paprika and crushed pepper in a ziploc bag. Get out as much air as you can and seal. Hand the bag to your toddler, and let them crush away. Tell them to keep the top closed, or they are headed to time-out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, you grease a low-edge pan (I use my cookie sheet) and mix the milk and egg together in whatever cake pan you have (I find it has the best edge for this kind of project).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the ziploc bag away from your child and make sure all of the Ritz crackers are crushed and the spices are well incorporated. Praise your child for helping Mommy (or Daddy) in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour the contents into another pan. Now, dip the chicken into the egg/milk mixture. Make sure the chicken is covered well, then transfer to the cracker mixture. Do the same, then put on the cookie sheet. Repeat until you have no more chicken left to give a bath to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, drizzle the meelted butter on top...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw in the oven for 45 minutes and you're good to go! I usually serve mine with green beans and some kind of starch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now- you can try it the cookbook way- just by replacing the rosemary with thyme. I've made it with the thyme many times before, but I think it just tastes oh-so-much-better with rosemary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3721277846071648722?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3721277846071648722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3721277846071648722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3721277846071648722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3721277846071648722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-made-it-for-dinner.html' title='Yes, I made it for dinner'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckVICM0jaI/AAAAAAAABvs/PXlUP_4Rb04/s72-c/DSCN2054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-8361558696810045644</id><published>2009-03-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:12:59.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Disney's version of the Easy Bake Oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckTMEDbcUI/AAAAAAAABvk/23IPoLWl7BA/s1600-h/DSCN2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckTLqLa_nI/AAAAAAAABvc/sD3lAnU7vlw/s1600-h/DSCN2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316801926109265522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckTLqLa_nI/AAAAAAAABvc/sD3lAnU7vlw/s320/DSCN2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a review of sorts. I don't get paid for my reviews, nor do I get anything for free. If I do, I'll be the first to let you know. I flat-out will tell you what I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This product, my daughter received for her 3rd birthday. It's the Disney Cool Baking oven. It comes with everything you need (mixes and all) except for the ice. Yes, it "cooks" with ice. I thought that was really weird considering I grew up with the "3rd degree burns" Easy Bake Oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we gave this thing a go. It's cool- but the mixes taste like DOG FOOD. Oh, it's the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; and texture in your mouth you will ever have. I thought maybe we had done something wrong, but when I reviewed the directions for the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; time, I knew I was on the right path. Maybe there are some other mixes out there besides chocolate and vanilla that taste better, but if I were you, I'd stick to the Easy Bake Oven, 3rd degree burns and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've tried this product, and thought the same or different, please share. I'd love some thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-8361558696810045644?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/8361558696810045644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=8361558696810045644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8361558696810045644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/8361558696810045644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneys-version-of-easy-bake-oven.html' title='Disney&apos;s version of the Easy Bake Oven'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckTLqLa_nI/AAAAAAAABvc/sD3lAnU7vlw/s72-c/DSCN2051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-3701136842751048586</id><published>2009-03-24T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:03:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a SEWIN'!!</title><content type='html'>So I bought a sewing machine. A cheap one. A really, really cheap one. I bought the Singer basic sewing machine, and paid about $69 for it at Target. It gets the job done, even if I am new at sewing. It doesn't have any of those fancy bells-and-whistles, but I don't think I need them at this point either.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798662546090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckQNsdU60I/AAAAAAAABu0/cLeQwaj7e4g/s320/DSCN1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These cute pants were my first project. I had the close supervision of my seamstress BFF Jessi to get these puppies done (before she up and decided to move to Chi town). Oh- and fleece- isn't so fun to sew. It take a lot of patience, which I just don't have in my system.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798677937527698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckQOly7m5I/AAAAAAAABvM/5BP3GR0P39s/s320/DSCN2043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next up was this HAWT-MESS-of-a-skirt. Just don't look close at it. Please. I do love the fabric though, and have a little leftover. I'd love to make an apron out of it, although I have no clue how to make one. Off to Joann's!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798667948897474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckQOAldNMI/AAAAAAAABu8/UvSsxwvY0VY/s320/DSCN2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the last skirt I made. I screwed it up royally too, but you can't tell from this side (who knew you needed to hem cotton?) I also made it waaaaay too big for the person intended, so it makes a great dress-up skirt. I learned a lot from this one, so when I go to make &lt;a href="http://www.familymusings.com/"&gt;Jen's&lt;/a&gt;, it will look a lot nicer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798670842996114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckQOLXdpZI/AAAAAAAABvE/5g2r4K9dcMY/s320/DSCN2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this? Well, it's a close-up of the fabric. I love, love, love the colors in this skirt!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this project, I give myself a pass-fail-pass (with exception). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-3701136842751048586?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/3701136842751048586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=3701136842751048586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3701136842751048586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/3701136842751048586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-sewin.html' title='She&apos;s a SEWIN&apos;!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/SckQNsdU60I/AAAAAAAABu0/cLeQwaj7e4g/s72-c/DSCN1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5922390672210556714</id><published>2009-03-05T13:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:24:52.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch that!!</title><content type='html'>My blog is no longer boooooooring, and I found the way to finally customize it. Whoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5922390672210556714?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5922390672210556714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5922390672210556714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5922390672210556714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5922390672210556714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/scratch-that.html' title='Scratch that!!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-1575724406779289446</id><published>2009-03-05T11:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:52:25.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is booooooring.</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this site: thecutestblogontheblock.com. It is what it says. I've followed the directions, but can't seem to get the background thing to work for me. Is there something I'm doing wrong? If there's anyone out there that knows how to give my blog a "facelift", please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-1575724406779289446?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/1575724406779289446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=1575724406779289446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1575724406779289446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/1575724406779289446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blog-is-booooooring.html' title='My blog is booooooring.'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5002043745199974470</id><published>2009-03-03T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:18:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIRST giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Because I am in such a great mood, now that M is potty trained- I am giving away one copy of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309088748790972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2sFpi1gaI/AAAAAAAABuI/_pgOmawaTzI/s320/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out all the details of the book from the author's &lt;a href="http://www.tericrane.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just comment below, and for additional entries- blog about it and include a link back to my page!&lt;br /&gt;I will be choosing -at random- a winner on March 20th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5002043745199974470?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5002043745199974470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5002043745199974470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5002043745199974470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5002043745199974470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-giveaway.html' title='My FIRST giveaway!'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2sFpi1gaI/AAAAAAAABuI/_pgOmawaTzI/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-5080867090429214600</id><published>2009-03-03T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:13:13.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty training'/><title type='text'>Ahem- Could I have your attention, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that I have your undivided attention, I would like to announce something. Not just something, but a BIG something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M IS POTTY TRAINED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you heard it right. She might be 3, but she is finally potty trained! What made her make that final leap??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309087852257607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2rRdsn_kI/AAAAAAAABuA/eAJLjz16dX4/s320/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Disney, I am forever in your debt. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-5080867090429214600?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/5080867090429214600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=5080867090429214600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5080867090429214600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/5080867090429214600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahem-could-i-have-your-attention-please.html' title='Ahem- Could I have your attention, please?'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2rRdsn_kI/AAAAAAAABuA/eAJLjz16dX4/s72-c/cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-914080492646242850</id><published>2009-03-03T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:00:23.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>It's all about being sentimental...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I'm the mom that will never post an actual face picture of my child, on my blog. My Dh is an Internet security officer, and reminds me daily of the dangers that are on the world-wide-web. But, to get around that, I take "alternate" shots to share. These pictures are from my daughter's 3rd birthday, back in September '08. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mT05ZxcI/AAAAAAAABtw/ZRm4iCGF4hU/s1600-h/7e55e972-6563-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309082395286816194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mT05ZxcI/AAAAAAAABtw/ZRm4iCGF4hU/s320/7e55e972-6563-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309084439984994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2oK1_b-LI/AAAAAAAABt4/YIcBukb7pRk/s320/b4488ef7-6561-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mT0tMuFI/AAAAAAAABto/gdtYCv_wdhg/s1600-h/b4bfbacc-6561-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309082395235629138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mT0tMuFI/AAAAAAAABto/gdtYCv_wdhg/s320/b4bfbacc-6561-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one, with my poor manicured hands is the most special to me. The pointe shoes, were the last pair I wore, and I was 4 months pregnant with M when I stopped dancing. So sad, but so worth the sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks y'all, for sharing in my sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mTpYp3cI/AAAAAAAABtg/5sc-Yx6VzUk/s1600-h/83feb476-6566-11dd-b3e6-001cc035bff4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-914080492646242850?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/914080492646242850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=914080492646242850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/914080492646242850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/914080492646242850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-about-being-sentimental.html' title='It&apos;s all about being sentimental...'/><author><name>Katie @ Domestic Debacle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437217095396240706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sik22vnfv8I/AAAAAAAABzM/bT0_kPicpD4/S220/DSCN2167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2mT05ZxcI/AAAAAAAABtw/ZRm4iCGF4hU/s72-c/7e55e972-6563-11dd-96a1-0015174c50bcw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420812168828455219.post-39728472237832643</id><published>2009-03-03T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:26:05.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Giveaway! Preppy Style!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2gY6dhBOI/AAAAAAAABtY/Mh-zTMrqj6E/s1600-h/tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309075885610042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjQ28gY_TME/Sa2gY6dhBOI/AAAAAAAABtY/Mh-zTMrqj6E/s320/tote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love, love, love this tote! Check out this &lt;a href="http://preppymama.blogspot.com/2009/02/preppy-giveaway.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for all the juicy details!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420812168828455219-39728472237832643?l=domesticdebacle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/feeds/39728472237832643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420812168828455219&amp;postID=39728472237832643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/39728472237832643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420812168828455219/posts/default/39728472237832643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domesticdebacle.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-giveaway-preppy-style.html' title='Another Giveaway! 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