<?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-22054839</id><updated>2012-02-03T16:38:30.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me about it</title><subtitle type='html'>A Snapshot of Noserland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1014</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8943487004804451124</id><published>2012-01-31T07:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:22:03.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Yeah, I'll Stop</title><content type='html'>It's time to stop grinding glass when you use three fingers to guide the glass pieces and all three are bleeding.&lt;div&gt;But look at what I made--these will eventually be included in one of Pop's "forever flowers".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they are so cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rldtXO8s-aw/TygaO8JkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyA/WOZ150ewDak/s1600/01-31-12_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rldtXO8s-aw/TygaO8JkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyA/WOZ150ewDak/s320/01-31-12_0811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703837772031476642" style="cursor: pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ghbjmEa2U/TyMewVLsYKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tQDvVbEvLOI/s320/01-27-12_1554.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702435368849924258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5808781751518500067?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5808781751518500067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5808781751518500067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5808781751518500067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5808781751518500067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2012/01/bubble-river.html' title='Bubble River'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ghbjmEa2U/TyMewVLsYKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tQDvVbEvLOI/s72-c/01-27-12_1554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7364569286423957602</id><published>2012-01-26T10:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:20:23.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8zqEtteJnA/TyF9PFFDdKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/z9tUWxLqtHE/s1600/01-01-12_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8zqEtteJnA/TyF9PFFDdKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/z9tUWxLqtHE/s320/01-01-12_1331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701976301242643618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something you want to see on the freeway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7364569286423957602?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7364569286423957602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7364569286423957602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7364569286423957602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7364569286423957602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2012/01/auggh.html' title='AUGGH!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8zqEtteJnA/TyF9PFFDdKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/z9tUWxLqtHE/s72-c/01-01-12_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4088004780744424792</id><published>2012-01-23T15:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:22:23.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananot</title><content type='html'>Today I called a bakery in Havre de Grace Maryland to special order some banana cupcakes for Hannah's birthday.  Hey--it's what she wanted, I always try to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;They said they couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;If you owned a bakery and someone from 1000 or so miles away called and wanted to special order something to be delivered &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;across the street&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.  I would do everything I could to make sure it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, customer service is circling the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4088004780744424792?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4088004780744424792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4088004780744424792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4088004780744424792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4088004780744424792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2012/01/bananot.html' title='Bananot'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1643251999891723813</id><published>2012-01-10T04:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:55:23.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ides</title><content type='html'>Taylor and I discussing something in March:&lt;br /&gt;K: On the 15th?  No way, that's the Ides.&lt;br /&gt;T: The what?&lt;br /&gt;K: The Ides of March, when Caesar was killed.&lt;br /&gt;T: Who?  The salad guy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1643251999891723813?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1643251999891723813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1643251999891723813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1643251999891723813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1643251999891723813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2012/01/ides.html' title='The Ides'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1242972461384365904</id><published>2011-12-31T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:18:42.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now For The Election Season...</title><content type='html'>Democrat:  What's the difference between a Republican and a trampoline?&lt;br /&gt;Republican: Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat:  I take my shoes off before I jump all over a trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on which side you like, feel free to switch the roles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1242972461384365904?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1242972461384365904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1242972461384365904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1242972461384365904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1242972461384365904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-now-for-election-season.html' title='And Now For The Election Season...'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2773312978296583333</id><published>2011-12-29T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:36:57.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirtcamo</title><content type='html'>John came up the stairs today wearing his blaze orange coveralls, donned in preparation for ice fishing.&lt;br /&gt;"Man, I really need to wash those things," I said seeing how stained and dirty they were.&lt;br /&gt;"Nah," Pops said, "if I keep this going, pretty soon they'll be camo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2773312978296583333?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2773312978296583333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2773312978296583333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2773312978296583333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2773312978296583333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirtcamo.html' title='Dirtcamo'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7326376502616058066</id><published>2011-12-20T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:51:34.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>K: Eli, do you have school on Thursday, or are you done on Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;E: We have school Thursday, but you should take me out.&lt;br /&gt;K: Why?&lt;br /&gt;E: Because I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try, son, nice try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7326376502616058066?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7326376502616058066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7326376502616058066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7326376502616058066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7326376502616058066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/12/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3862726545058762131</id><published>2011-12-11T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:59:20.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Show</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I was opening up a package of Ho Hos, Eli came up the stairs and flopped on the floor.  I chucked a pack at him.  He grunted and moved toward it with his head.&lt;div&gt;I told him I bet I could finish my pack before he could open his without using his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He grabbed the pack with his teeth and shook it like a dog until Ho Hos were flying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd think it would be an easy bet to win; all I had to do was eat two Ho Hos, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing so hard I almost choked, and he won the bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3862726545058762131?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3862726545058762131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3862726545058762131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3862726545058762131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3862726545058762131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-ho-show.html' title='Ho Ho Show'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8042202201522388922</id><published>2011-12-01T06:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:30:51.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Love</title><content type='html'>Dove chocolates, so delicious, so sappy.&lt;div&gt;I usually take minor offense and roll my eyes at the smarmy crap they print inside the wrapper, but was taken aback at the piece I opened yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're gorgeous" it told me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, then, if you say so.&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;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missvftw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Credit to Miss V. for the blog idea.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8042202201522388922?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8042202201522388922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8042202201522388922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8042202201522388922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8042202201522388922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/12/dove-love.html' title='Dove Love'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8791631736156280555</id><published>2011-11-28T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:24:12.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign</title><content type='html'>There is a sign at a gas station by our house, and it quite often has a funny quote, or saying on it.  Yesterday as I was driving by I read:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S NOT A CRIME TO BE POOR, BUT IT SURE IS INCONVENIENT AT LUNCH TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's funny right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8791631736156280555?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8791631736156280555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8791631736156280555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8791631736156280555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8791631736156280555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/11/sign.html' title='Sign'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6560223857604459678</id><published>2011-11-09T06:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:48:56.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryan K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WroqTJx6jU/Trp2YJcpClI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Wxtjil3Sg7U/s1600/hat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WroqTJx6jU/Trp2YJcpClI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Wxtjil3Sg7U/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672976837851548242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend "contracted" me to make this wicked hat for her husband for his birthday.  I hope he wears it often.  Really too bad I had to drink 2 of the beers before I could use the labels.  Yeah, too bad.  I do believe Surly Furious to be my new fave brew.  Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6560223857604459678?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6560223857604459678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6560223857604459678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6560223857604459678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6560223857604459678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-ryan-k.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryan K!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WroqTJx6jU/Trp2YJcpClI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Wxtjil3Sg7U/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1955510329033067490</id><published>2011-11-05T05:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:04:59.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introvert Action</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of an introvert, I would rather be in a crowd of people than by myself, but I had some time to be an introvert yesterday.  I went to a hotel with a friend where she had a conference, and while she was in the conference, I checked out of the room and spent the day in the gigantic pool room (the only warm place where there were no people) reading a book on her iPad--and snoozing in the sun.  I don't remember reading a book in a day for a long time, pretty cool.  Oh, and that iPad thing?  Pretty cool, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1955510329033067490?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1955510329033067490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1955510329033067490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1955510329033067490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1955510329033067490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/11/introvert-action.html' title='Introvert Action'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-122250990581345212</id><published>2011-10-31T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:06:23.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgXh_rH_kFk/Tq7VidinGjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qf0wiWLcmj4/s1600/cell%2Bgroup_0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgXh_rH_kFk/Tq7VidinGjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qf0wiWLcmj4/s320/cell%2Bgroup_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703768928098866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carving pumpkins.  Here is our cell group and their creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-122250990581345212?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/122250990581345212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=122250990581345212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/122250990581345212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/122250990581345212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love.html' title='I Love'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgXh_rH_kFk/Tq7VidinGjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qf0wiWLcmj4/s72-c/cell%2Bgroup_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3436746738683727505</id><published>2011-10-26T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:10:30.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Play</title><content type='html'>Today someone called church and when I answered, told me I wasn't the person they wanted to talk to.  I said "ok" and hung up.  Good thing my friend &lt;a href="http://haikulady.blogspot.com"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; can take a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3436746738683727505?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3436746738683727505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3436746738683727505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3436746738683727505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3436746738683727505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-play.html' title='Phone Play'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5836027085347613524</id><published>2011-10-07T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:42:35.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ain't How You Do It</title><content type='html'>Pops and I  went to the movie last night.  I was pleasantly surprised at the $5 ticket, but really shocked at the &lt;b&gt;$5.70&lt;/b&gt; small popcorn--I passed.&lt;div&gt;I thought about that crazy price for a long time.  Wouldn't it be smarter for them to charge $7 for the ticket--still a bargain compared to most of the theaters around--and $3 for the popcorn?  I would have bought that popcorn without a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw 3 people in the pretty-full theater with popcorn.  3 out of about 100 is not very good popcorn sales, not very good marketing strategy I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5836027085347613524?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5836027085347613524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5836027085347613524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5836027085347613524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5836027085347613524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-aint-how-you-do-it.html' title='This Ain&apos;t How You Do It'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6491306517514841596</id><published>2011-10-06T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:08:21.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shah, As If</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKfJl757ug/To218xUHJEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Nj5UE2wmrZg/s1600/fridger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKfJl757ug/To218xUHJEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Nj5UE2wmrZg/s320/fridger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660380362309051458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli opened the fridger the other day, looked at me and said, "Mom, why don't we EVER HAVE ANY FOOD?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6491306517514841596?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6491306517514841596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6491306517514841596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6491306517514841596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6491306517514841596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/10/shah-as-if.html' title='Shah, As If'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtKfJl757ug/To218xUHJEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Nj5UE2wmrZg/s72-c/fridger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5698424277790597252</id><published>2011-09-25T11:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:12:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ax Man</title><content type='html'>Here are some things you can see at this store-like-no-other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuVOw6YItXE/Tn9QzfwrcsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6M_Jfx8EkpI/s1600/09-23-11_1037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuVOw6YItXE/Tn9QzfwrcsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6M_Jfx8EkpI/s320/09-23-11_1037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656328502629855938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ever-hilarious rubber chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCIYal1v5o/Tn9RVoqfzuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/S9ttDN60LP8/s320/09-23-11_1038.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656329089135398626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ancient TV camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUSh-nwx3Zo/Tn9RPzQyTWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7KB-yupyFVI/s1600/09-23-11_1040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUSh-nwx3Zo/Tn9RPzQyTWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7KB-yupyFVI/s320/09-23-11_1040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656328988901133666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my stars.  Stainless steel thighs no less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6OCliBLdws/Tn9RGcxIqlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/J68Gu84STKA/s1600/09-23-11_1039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6OCliBLdws/Tn9RGcxIqlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/J68Gu84STKA/s320/09-23-11_1039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656328828243978834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole bin of wooden NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1aJ7ks3GUA/Tn9Q-sc3PgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AMgamWv-HWc/s1600/09-23-11_1036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1aJ7ks3GUA/Tn9Q-sc3PgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/AMgamWv-HWc/s320/09-23-11_1036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656328695014964738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their signs are so clever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXwHQjgw7nA/Tn9Q4nRYwJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vY_8j1oZ0dM/s1600/09-23-11_1035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXwHQjgw7nA/Tn9Q4nRYwJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vY_8j1oZ0dM/s320/09-23-11_1035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656328590545436818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, ladies and gentlemen, last but not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JW8P3kySO-o/Tn9RmWYrxYI/AAAAAAAAAws/DMJVIy0sTG0/s1600/09-23-11_1034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JW8P3kySO-o/Tn9RmWYrxYI/AAAAAAAAAws/DMJVIy0sTG0/s320/09-23-11_1034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656329376286623106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an iron lung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;University Ave in St. Paul, a couple blocks west of Snelling.  Go make a visit--you won't be disappointed, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5698424277790597252?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5698424277790597252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5698424277790597252&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5698424277790597252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5698424277790597252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/09/ax-man.html' title='The Ax Man'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuVOw6YItXE/Tn9QzfwrcsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6M_Jfx8EkpI/s72-c/09-23-11_1037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5612463526907031462</id><published>2011-09-17T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:11:53.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmers' Reasoning</title><content type='html'>We have the Stream littles for the weekend, took a trip to the Amery Fall Festival, and at the parade the two boys collected about a half of a gallon ziploc bag of candy.  &lt;div&gt;I told them after dinner they could choose one piece.  Tim chose a sour candy and downed it in record time.  Nathan chose a lollipop, and Tim was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanted a suckah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," I said, "you made your choice, and you already ate it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But I didn't want that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just no arguing with that logic, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5612463526907031462?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5612463526907031462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5612463526907031462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5612463526907031462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5612463526907031462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/09/timmers-reasoning.html' title='Timmers&apos; Reasoning'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5045403962215775469</id><published>2011-09-14T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:35:01.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye</title><content type='html'>This Mama would like to send a HUGE thank you to Paddy Ryan's Irish Pub.  Not only did they hire our son to work in the kitchen, they feed him once a shift.  I and my fridger thank you, sirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5045403962215775469?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5045403962215775469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5045403962215775469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5045403962215775469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5045403962215775469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/09/aye.html' title='Aye'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4787035258665847641</id><published>2011-09-12T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:50:19.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm One Of Those</title><content type='html'>A boy in our church broke his arm last week, and I saw him yesterday.  I asked him if I could sign his cast, he said I could, and handed me a Sharpie (that's one prepared boy!).&lt;div&gt;I put my usual heart by my name, he looked at it and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah, why'dja do that?  Now people are going to think it's from a girl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4787035258665847641?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4787035258665847641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4787035258665847641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4787035258665847641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4787035258665847641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-im-one-of-those.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m One Of Those'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-338643282028998365</id><published>2011-08-25T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:14:42.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shiitake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3lR2vI_VXs/TlZYhfoNlHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/yLT52Gv2z4M/s1600/mushroom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3lR2vI_VXs/TlZYhfoNlHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/yLT52Gv2z4M/s320/mushroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644796515404584050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shiitake mushroom John found in the garden yesterday.  I put the bottle cap in the picture so you can see how ginormous this baby is.  8" across! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-338643282028998365?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/338643282028998365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=338643282028998365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/338643282028998365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/338643282028998365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/holy-shiitake.html' title='Holy Shiitake!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3lR2vI_VXs/TlZYhfoNlHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/yLT52Gv2z4M/s72-c/mushroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8973203164275189544</id><published>2011-08-22T02:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:58:06.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Throne</title><content type='html'>This is what I have stuck in my head this weekend.  Enjoy!  I pray it will be stuck in your head for a while as well. Love you Go Fish Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZBQyO3tyoa0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way, the young man praying in the video is Micah Roby.  Go Micah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8973203164275189544?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8973203164275189544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8973203164275189544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8973203164275189544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8973203164275189544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/before-throne.html' title='Before the Throne'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZBQyO3tyoa0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-693878611255288457</id><published>2011-08-19T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:44:14.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Piper</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a peck of jalapenos at the farmer's market.  Our pepper plants are waterlogged this year and are producing nothing.  As I am cooking them up I have a thought.&lt;div&gt;"Hey, I wonder how hot these are this year?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I popped a slice in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 minutes later and I'm still sucking air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's gonna love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-693878611255288457?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/693878611255288457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=693878611255288457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/693878611255288457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/693878611255288457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/peter-piper.html' title='Peter Piper'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8762921364401165637</id><published>2011-08-16T15:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:48:05.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hannah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjBX6FT_87A/TkrXUor_vyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mvFMrzmr2tM/s1600/05-22-09_1304.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjBX6FT_87A/TkrXUor_vyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mvFMrzmr2tM/s320/05-22-09_1304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641558232754274082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6hErz1Lo9s/TkrXN2mPs6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/qk_BNd8IfRw/s1600/12-24-08_1529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6hErz1Lo9s/TkrXN2mPs6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/qk_BNd8IfRw/s320/12-24-08_1529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641558116229165986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88wwbPceH0k/TkrXCQ6wCcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/MGwDr1VvK8Y/s1600/07-11-09_1309.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88wwbPceH0k/TkrXCQ6wCcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/MGwDr1VvK8Y/s320/07-11-09_1309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641557917136062914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCcECDrBRdY/TkrW4JUSTyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4SmbjTn_8rE/s1600/05-17-11_1826.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCcECDrBRdY/TkrW4JUSTyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4SmbjTn_8rE/s320/05-17-11_1826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641557743296991010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GDrMJRM--Y/TkrWspONtfI/AAAAAAAAAvE/G6QpwgtHB3Q/s1600/03-23-11_0850.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GDrMJRM--Y/TkrWspONtfI/AAAAAAAAAvE/G6QpwgtHB3Q/s320/03-23-11_0850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641557545703028210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8762921364401165637?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8762921364401165637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8762921364401165637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8762921364401165637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8762921364401165637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-hannah.html' title='Dear Hannah,'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjBX6FT_87A/TkrXUor_vyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mvFMrzmr2tM/s72-c/05-22-09_1304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3403991361826926680</id><published>2011-08-11T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:56:42.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Work For Young Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eli and his friend took a day to go get a "free" car for said friend in-are you sitting down?-Buffalo Lakes MN.  Yeah.  At the end of that adventure, the car ended up in our front yard.  Cars half taken apart in the front yard does not make for a happy Mama.  I told him he was going to have to move the car and clean up all the crap they hauled out there to fix the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he would, but was waiting for his friend to come and help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not about to let him linger any longer on this project.  "You get started without him, because if he doesn't show up, you're still gonna have to do it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok." he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A half-hour later the friend shows up and John looks out the front window.  He looks at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uh-oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't think they're going to get it all done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There's a girl out there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uh-oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3403991361826926680?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3403991361826926680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3403991361826926680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3403991361826926680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3403991361826926680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-work-for-young-men.html' title='No Work For Young Men'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4298968400351256056</id><published>2011-08-05T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:04:57.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Bug</title><content type='html'>On Thursday last week I had to drive to River Falls to pick up some stuff for VBS. There was a really pretty bug on my windshield when I stopped at the store, and it held on all the way back to Hudson. At 70mph. Can you believe it? Here is a picture of it, although you probably can't tell it from the landscape...it's the dot in the middle of the picture.  Maybe if you click on the picture you can see it better, but really, only if you have the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihu7hO8Ed2c/TjwGNbkvkVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Vsvlm5oxM58/s320/07-28-11_1505.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637387661370954066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4298968400351256056?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4298968400351256056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4298968400351256056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4298968400351256056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4298968400351256056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/sticky-bug.html' title='Sticky Bug'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihu7hO8Ed2c/TjwGNbkvkVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Vsvlm5oxM58/s72-c/07-28-11_1505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8338435313343685343</id><published>2011-08-04T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:18:49.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animaltruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkN6kypsvRU/TjwFZtyDgYI/AAAAAAAAAus/vgR_J_fUx2E/s1600/08-03-11_2050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkN6kypsvRU/TjwFZtyDgYI/AAAAAAAAAus/vgR_J_fUx2E/s320/08-03-11_2050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637386772905427330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a picture of this truck, it looks so much like an animal.  I expected it to snort at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8338435313343685343?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8338435313343685343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8338435313343685343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8338435313343685343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8338435313343685343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/animaltruck.html' title='Animaltruck'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkN6kypsvRU/TjwFZtyDgYI/AAAAAAAAAus/vgR_J_fUx2E/s72-c/08-03-11_2050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3593743370193252221</id><published>2011-08-03T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:30:11.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Red Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ysAnFgWZQ/TjwL9oEDjfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6YiGBIOr_CE/s1600/06-17-11_0958.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ysAnFgWZQ/TjwL9oEDjfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6YiGBIOr_CE/s320/06-17-11_0958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637393986915372530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that chair?  Yep, an old office chair.  John found two of them that his work was throwing away and mounted them on squares of wood, which he then mounted on the bottom of the fishing boat.  Most comfortable fishing trip ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3593743370193252221?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3593743370193252221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3593743370193252221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3593743370193252221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3593743370193252221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/original-red-green.html' title='The Original Red Green'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ysAnFgWZQ/TjwL9oEDjfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/6YiGBIOr_CE/s72-c/06-17-11_0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6172699010461816013</id><published>2011-08-02T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:25:16.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BaWha?</title><content type='html'>Dear Eli,&lt;div&gt;Taking a huge bite out of the cheese and putting it back in the fridger is unacceptable behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6172699010461816013?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6172699010461816013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6172699010461816013&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6172699010461816013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6172699010461816013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/08/bawha.html' title='BaWha?'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3200789736063496407</id><published>2011-07-26T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:44:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles And Blessings</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while.  This will be the official catch-up blog.  &lt;div&gt;Our basement flooded whateverdayitwasmybrainismush and we had to rip out all of the carpet from the whole basement.  I really had to put the "I hate to get my hands dirty" rule in my back pocket for a while and suck it up.  Literally.  We filled up the 10 gallon shop-vac 6 times. You do the math, I'm too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was really a blessing because we have been intending to get rid of that carpet for a while now, and what was good about it?  No dust.  Yep, blessings in disguise.  Even better was that our new neighborfriend was re-siding his house, and dropped all of the cedar siding off for a bonfire and we got to burn all that nasty carpet in one swoop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is VBS week at our church and I have been putting in extra time getting ready for it.  At the present count, we have over 400 children gracing the halls of our church from 9 to noon.  100 more than we were planning on, so I am taking daily trips to the store to get the extra stuff needed.  Not to mention the HUGE trip we took to Sam's to start the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blessing here is that I have a credit card I use exclusively for church purchases, and the rule at church is if you have a card you use for church, you get to keep the bonus points.  Two words: Christmas fund.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was taking a shower and no matter how far I turned up the dial, all I got was tepid water.  Now that was ok last week when it was in the 100's, but not sa much this morning.  Which can only mean one thing:  A new water heater is on the horizon.  I told John when he came home from work this morning, and he said, "Can you stand it one more day?  I really can't fix that today if I have to work tonight."  Little does he know (Mr. &lt;i&gt;turn the water up all the way hot)&lt;/i&gt; it's gonna bother him way more than it bothers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blessing has yet to be determined, but I will let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you're all caught up, I'm gonna go take a nap.&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/22054839-3200789736063496407?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3200789736063496407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3200789736063496407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3200789736063496407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3200789736063496407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/07/troubles-and-blessings.html' title='Troubles And Blessings'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8732012002454779532</id><published>2011-06-30T10:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:20:53.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadpoles To Toads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is "before".  The daddy takes a ride from the mom, so as to be in the vicinity when the eggs are dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uWv_2FvTrA/TgyShcyFhXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xMhN87cD7WE/s320/05-12-11_1609.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624031138038515058" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zillions of babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGSJm44j1CM/TgySqQjleUI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2JeWvHzZkHA/s320/05-23-11_0753.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624031289375291714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the toadlets.  Look how tiny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tjgNP0YI88/TgySCJp63PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mh0A5oh2EvQ/s1600/froggie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tjgNP0YI88/TgySCJp63PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mh0A5oh2EvQ/s320/froggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624030600328043762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8732012002454779532?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8732012002454779532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8732012002454779532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8732012002454779532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8732012002454779532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/tadpoles-to-toads.html' title='Tadpoles To Toads'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uWv_2FvTrA/TgyShcyFhXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xMhN87cD7WE/s72-c/05-12-11_1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8744547037850896676</id><published>2011-06-28T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:41:23.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Hit</title><content type='html'>Say that three times fast willya?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had a bright idea.  Like a lot of my bright ideas, physics does not (in my mind) come into play.  This makes for a few "uh oh" moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I found a dead fish on the deck.  He had flopped out of the makeshift "pond" (ie: blue plastic barrel) John made for the neighbor boy to fish in, as the real pond was full of tadpoles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chucked the fish into the tadpole pond, thinking the turtle in there might want a snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came home that afternoon I could not see the dead fish for the FEEDING FRENZY of tadpoles surrounding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing discovered: Tadpoles will eat a dead fish to the bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday as I was cleaning out the freezer I found a Ziploc bag of "bait" fish John had thrown in there and forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a couple and chucked them into the pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I came home from work, the taddies had hardly touched the fish, but not for a lack of trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes my bright idea--sans physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, "If I hit that dead fish with a rock, it will squish and then the tadpoles can get to the good stuff without having to fight all those scales."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know what happens when you hit a dead fish with a rock?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splatter City.  All over my shirt and pants with "fish hit".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to laugh at my stench-covered self, as I hurried into the house to get to the laundry room as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure glad Eli wasn't home, I'd never live that one down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8744547037850896676?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8744547037850896676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8744547037850896676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8744547037850896676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8744547037850896676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/fish-hit.html' title='Fish Hit'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5044232031171230306</id><published>2011-06-26T05:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T05:35:51.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in Wally Mart and I got a strong feeling the boy behind me in line was not going to have enough money to pay for the toy he was buying, so I hung a little longer gathering my bags and heading away from the checkout.  I was walking away when I heard the checker say, "Do you have another dollar?"&lt;div&gt;I walked back and handed her a dollar and the little guy thanked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I found a dollar on the floor at Wally Mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and yes, I spend way too much time at Wally Mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5044232031171230306?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5044232031171230306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5044232031171230306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5044232031171230306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5044232031171230306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/payback.html' title='Payback'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2216222577422031854</id><published>2011-06-17T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:53:48.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done In Record Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M72T818oBhE/Tfysq8DDgsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ana7KQ4C9H4/s1600/06-17-11_1417.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M72T818oBhE/Tfysq8DDgsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ana7KQ4C9H4/s320/06-17-11_1417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619556288724959938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client was very happy and was thankful that she could surprise her husband on Father's Day!  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2216222577422031854?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2216222577422031854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2216222577422031854&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2216222577422031854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2216222577422031854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/done-in-record-time.html' title='Done In Record Time'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M72T818oBhE/Tfysq8DDgsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ana7KQ4C9H4/s72-c/06-17-11_1417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5542290677853812006</id><published>2011-06-16T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:32:49.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way Play</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of this?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table class="infobox" cellspacing="5" style="font-size: 11px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); color: black; margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1em; padding-top: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0.2em; clear: right; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; width: 22em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" class="" style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="" style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:The_Book_of_Mormon_poster.jpg" class="image" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img alt="The Book of Mormon poster.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8c/The_Book_of_Mormon_poster.jpg/215px-The_Book_of_Mormon_poster.jpg" width="215" height="215" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Some guy ("Elder") from the Mormon church just called here and asked if they could come to our church and have a question and answer session, because "there are many misunderstandings about Mormonism" in churches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;He alluded that the Mormon church is getting very popular; "We have a number one Broadway show going on right now" (even though he admitted that as an Elder, he did not watch tv or listen to the radio). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;I Googled this particular Broadway play, which is written by the writers of South Park and if I were a Mormon, I would not be touting this play to get people to come to my church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;It would be like asking people to watch "The Last Temptation of Christ" to try to win people to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Here is the Synopsis of Act I--taken from Wikipedia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: black; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); width: auto; font-size: 19px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Synopsis"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; width: auto; font-size: 17px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Act_I"&gt;Act I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LDS_Church" title="LDS Church" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;LDS Church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missionary_Training_Center" title="Missionary Training Center" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Missionary Training Center&lt;/a&gt; in Provo, a devout, enthusiastic, handsome, pompous, over-confident &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missionary_(LDS_Church)" title="Missionary (LDS Church)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;missionary-to-be&lt;/a&gt;, Elder Kevin Price, leads his classmates in a demonstration of the door-to-door to attempt to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_conversion" title="Religious conversion" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;convert&lt;/a&gt; people to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mormon" title="Mormon" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Mormonism&lt;/a&gt; (“Hello”). One of the missionaries, Elder Arnold Cunningham, is an insecure, overweight, irritating liar who tries to join in, but is completely hopeless. Price believes that if he prays enough, he will be sent to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orlando,_Florida" title="Orlando, Florida" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Orlando, Florida&lt;/a&gt; ("Two By Two"); instead, Price and Cunningham are paired together and are sent to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uganda" title="Uganda" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Uganda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Africa" title="Africa" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Africa&lt;/a&gt;. After saying goodbye to their families, the two missionaries board a plane at the Salt Lake City airport. Price is sure he's destined to do something incredible, while Cunningham is just happy to have a best friend — one he met just the previous day. ("You And Me (But Mostly Me)").&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Upon arrival in northern Uganda, the two are robbed at gunpoint by soldiers of a local warlord, General Butt-Fucking-Naked (which in false Ugandan is supposed to mean “bringer of doom” and is an allusion to the real &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_Butt_Naked" title="General Butt Naked" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;General Butt Naked&lt;/a&gt;). After meeting their guide, Mafala Hatimbi, he and a group of villagers share their daily realities of living in appalling conditions of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Famine" title="Famine" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;famine&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty" title="Poverty" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;poverty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AIDS" title="AIDS" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;AIDS&lt;/a&gt;, while being ruled by a despotic, murderous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chieftain" title="Chieftain" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;chieftain&lt;/a&gt;. The native Ugandans curse their existence by saying “Fuck you, God!” (“Hasa Diga Eebowai”). The Ugandans cope with their miserable lives by feigning happiness. Nabulungi, Hatimbi's daughter, shows Price and Cunningham to their living quarters. There, they meet the fellow missionaries stationed in the area, who have been unable to convert the locals to Mormonism. Elder McKinley, the district leader, offers Price and Cunningham a widely accepted method of dealing with the challenges of Mormon life (including McKinley's own repressed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homosexual" title="Homosexual" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;homosexual&lt;/a&gt; thoughts), inviting them to “Turn It Off” like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_switch" title="Light switch" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;light switch&lt;/a&gt;. The others agree that their feelings must be hidden, at all costs. Though Price is riddled with anxiety, Cunningham reassures him, reminding him that he is his best friend and he will make an incredible impact on the village ("I Am Here for You").&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Price is certain that he can succeed where the other Mormon Elders have failed, teaching the Ugandans about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Smith,_Jr." title="Joseph Smith, Jr." style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Joseph Smith&lt;/a&gt;, the "All-American Prophet". The Ugandans find him arrogant and are not impressed. Shortly after Price's attempt to dazzle the villagers, General Butt-Fucking-Naked arrives and announces his demand for the circumcision of all female villagers by week's end. The General silences the villagers' protests by killing one of them. Safely back at home, Nabulungi, moved by Price's promise of an earthly paradise, dreams of a better life in a new land (“&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt_Lake_City" title="Salt Lake City" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Sal Tlay Ka Siti&lt;/a&gt;”). The villagers' needs are too much for Price, who decides to abandon his mission brother and request to be transferred to Orlando. Cunningham, ever loyal, assures Price he'll follow him anywhere. Price unceremoniously dumps his mission companion. Finding himself alone and heartbroken, Cunningham gains the courage to “Man Up” and take control when Nabulungi comes to him wanting to learn more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I won't be running to the ticket booth, believe me.&lt;/p&gt;&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/22054839-5542290677853812006?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5542290677853812006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5542290677853812006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5542290677853812006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5542290677853812006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-way-play.html' title='No Way Play'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4635156474879828162</id><published>2011-06-15T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:26:41.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A lady called me yesterday at work and asked me if I remembered that I said I'd do a glass piece for her.  Of course I remembered (!), but I completely forgot she wanted it for Father's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I'll be doing for the next few days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked on it a bunch last night and here it is in progress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a fun one.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSVqjlGk2Yo/TfjcwLihZ8I/AAAAAAAAAts/x3UrtFT30aY/s320/06-15-11_1107.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618483255434110914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4635156474879828162?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4635156474879828162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4635156474879828162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4635156474879828162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4635156474879828162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/glass-fast.html' title='Glass Fast'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSVqjlGk2Yo/TfjcwLihZ8I/AAAAAAAAAts/x3UrtFT30aY/s72-c/06-15-11_1107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3243146982535606157</id><published>2011-06-13T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:01:21.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Sneak Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post shall be subtitled "Take Your Medicine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday my friends John and Jessy got married.  A beautiful ceremony and two lovely people and lovers of God.  An excellent combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I am not here to talk about the wedding, although I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there was time between the service and the reception, a few of us decided to sneak across the street for a quick drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always order a "Mike and Morgan" which is a drink a friend of mine made up.  It is a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and a shot of the Good Captain on the side.  A glass of ice, and voila'!  You have a refreshing and tasty libation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drink itself is not exactly what is so funny, but the fact that the shot of Captain came to me in a cup not unlike the ones you see atop a new bottle of cough syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess at this bar, an ounce is an ounce.  Exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took my medicine like a good girl.  Didn't even need the spoonful of sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqd16lugaF0/TfYl5wmnXJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tCp_-Yz70hw/s320/06-11-11_1709.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617719259420908690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3243146982535606157?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3243146982535606157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3243146982535606157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3243146982535606157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3243146982535606157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-sneak-away.html' title='Wedding Sneak Away'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqd16lugaF0/TfYl5wmnXJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/tCp_-Yz70hw/s72-c/06-11-11_1709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5171121954264875697</id><published>2011-06-06T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:34:59.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogdial</title><content type='html'>*Ring*&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community, this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ring*&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community, this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ring*&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community, this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ring*&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community, this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ring*&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community, this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*69...the number that called your line is ###-####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called the number and could hear someone talking in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called the number again...voicemail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ring*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Faith Community this is Kristi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, this is so-and-so, I called to apologize.  My dog was sitting on my phone and he kept dialing your number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5171121954264875697?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5171121954264875697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5171121954264875697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5171121954264875697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5171121954264875697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/dogdial.html' title='Dogdial'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5316963212847590611</id><published>2011-06-05T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:31:35.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack!</title><content type='html'>Hannah is off on her great adventure to live on the East Coast.  I am so proud of her and her "walkabout" bravery.  She had only a car to pack, and a small car at that, so she left quite a few things here for safekeeping.  One of them is a duck phone.&lt;div&gt;Yep, you heard me, a duck phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone calls now, and I hear the "whahhhh, whahhhhh, whahhhhh" of that thing I just have to smile thinking about my girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5316963212847590611?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5316963212847590611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5316963212847590611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5316963212847590611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5316963212847590611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/06/quack.html' title='Quack!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6760105673574844628</id><published>2011-05-28T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:23:34.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound For Carolina</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was driving through NC, James Taylor's song "Carolina on My Mind" came on.  That was pretty cool.&lt;div&gt;NC and SC are really beautiful places, we drove on one day from the ocean to the mountains (God Bless America).  Saw some beautiful sights from there to here.  Really need to plan for some more time in this part of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding today and more party time with the Noserclan, then off to the races again on Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6760105673574844628?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6760105673574844628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6760105673574844628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6760105673574844628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6760105673574844628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/bound-for-carolina.html' title='Bound For Carolina'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6866406571902445581</id><published>2011-05-26T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:03:00.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kid You Not</title><content type='html'>When traveling I get a kick out of what some people name local roads. Down in da Sout' there are some doozies.&lt;div&gt;Here are a few I have seen in the last few days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possum Trot Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back Swamp Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabinet Shop Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best sign I saw in all our travels this week was by the Pee Dee River in South Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you're sitting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pee Dee River.  Part of the Yankin Pee Dee Basin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not making this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if anyone read that sign out loud before they put it out there for everyone to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6866406571902445581?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6866406571902445581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6866406571902445581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6866406571902445581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6866406571902445581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-kid-you-not.html' title='I Kid You Not'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1075708010607941268</id><published>2011-05-24T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:31:40.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tBk0U7sfjo/TdvrGIVQX-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SMtmmQ_DM0M/s1600/05-24-11_1130.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tBk0U7sfjo/TdvrGIVQX-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SMtmmQ_DM0M/s320/05-24-11_1130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610336251368464354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you too can experience the warmth of the tropics and a lovely beach.  A 24 hour driving stint is all it takes.  (Joeywhite, you would be proud of the time I logged behind the wheel.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1075708010607941268?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1075708010607941268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1075708010607941268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1075708010607941268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1075708010607941268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/myrtle-beach.html' title='Myrtle Beach'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tBk0U7sfjo/TdvrGIVQX-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SMtmmQ_DM0M/s72-c/05-24-11_1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1795708701184995560</id><published>2011-05-20T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:46:59.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Likes</title><content type='html'>Today as I was cooking, I had a local news show on the tv and I heard them reading a list of some 1 year olds' birthdays.  You've probably seen something like it, right?  The show a cute picture of the baby and say what he/she enjoys.  &lt;div&gt;Hello...they're one year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my version (if I had a one year old I'd send this in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy first birthday to Tommy Blahblah of Hudson Wisconsin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy enjoys drooling, sucking on his pacifier and screaming until midnight.  He also is up at 5am and loves to torment his parents by crapping all over the brand new carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday Tommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1795708701184995560?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1795708701184995560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1795708701184995560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1795708701184995560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1795708701184995560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-likes.html' title='Baby Likes'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6593022432948442992</id><published>2011-05-17T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:01:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woofgag</title><content type='html'>John visited the neighbors the other day and since their dog is now old and infirm, she can no longer have treats.  These neighbors know and love Eddie so the treats came to live and be eaten at our house.&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, they looked a lot like cookies.  Even though John wrote "dog treats" on the top of the container, they just looked too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Eli and his friend didn't turn on the lights in the kitchen so as to be able to read dog treat warning notices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cookies!" they exclaimed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't run that exclamation through my brain fast enough to warn them before they had begun to chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Those are dog treats!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the spitting into the sink commenced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6593022432948442992?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6593022432948442992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6593022432948442992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6593022432948442992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6593022432948442992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/woofgag.html' title='Woofgag'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4689570722887393367</id><published>2011-05-07T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:05:59.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Love</title><content type='html'>Dear Caller ID,&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me for ever thinking you weren't worth every penny I have to spend to have you grace my phone with your knowledge.  Your face makes me happy, especially when it reads "Toll Free Number" and I can ignore the call, or when it reads "Stream, Patrick" and I get to greet my friend, knowing it's a call that will put a smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4689570722887393367?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4689570722887393367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4689570722887393367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4689570722887393367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4689570722887393367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/phone-love.html' title='Phone Love'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2191840846871758891</id><published>2011-05-02T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:32:28.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts On 50</title><content type='html'>I'm 50 today.&lt;div&gt;Oof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some things I have learned--perhaps you can take one or two to heart and not have to learn the hard way like I have.  I have quite possibly posted these before, but whatevs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, when you learn not to care what people think of you, that is freedom beyond compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen--listen to people, but mostly listen to God's voice, you'll save a lot of heartache and grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't listen to Satan's lies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never, never buy a brand new car.  And, along that line, make your kids drive junkers--they'll learn how to take care of and fix a car--valuable skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn how to take care of your own car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell your children you love them.  Every day.  Even if they don't want to hear it.  This is a lesson I learned a little later than I should have, unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Negativity will get you nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean the bathroom, you never know when someone is going to drop by and need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to therapy.  No matter if you think you need to or not, no matter if you think you can't afford it, it is money well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dump the pride.  Humility rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a blog.  Hurry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2191840846871758891?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2191840846871758891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2191840846871758891&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2191840846871758891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2191840846871758891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts-on-50.html' title='Thoughts On 50'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5772959711263834795</id><published>2011-04-28T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:18:44.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>I have lamented here on how my husband never throws anything away.  Sometimes it's a good thing, and sometimes not, but we tussle over things often.  One of them is the TIME magazine.&lt;div&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It comes in the mail, I read one page of things people have said over the last week, John looks at it, it sits on the kitchen table for a week, I throw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too bad, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, Pops asked me where the ... TIME was (I forget what the cover was).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him I threw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me if I would just leave it on the table he would take it to the basement "sitting" bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I did--I left it for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was still upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the basement today to do some laundry and thought I'd take a look at his "collection". Now I clean the basement bathroom on a regular basis, and saw the pile of magazines, but it never registered, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years of TIME magazines down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have more throwing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5772959711263834795?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5772959711263834795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5772959711263834795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5772959711263834795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5772959711263834795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8826250202587892862</id><published>2011-04-25T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:45:35.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backer</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder at the fact my brain is still safely in my head.  Because it seems as if it takes a vacation to the Bahamas every now and then.&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I was standing in a line behind a woman who had what my brain said was a high school letter jacket.  What I couldn't make my head get is that it appeared to me that she graduated three different years; '67, '68, and '97.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized she was wearing a Packer jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope my brain had fun on its vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8826250202587892862?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8826250202587892862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8826250202587892862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8826250202587892862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8826250202587892862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/backer.html' title='Backer'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4583781759855559995</id><published>2011-04-20T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:25:47.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CsFc43OiNE/Ta9rcUNNqRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/gvUYP9i08As/s1600/04-20-11_1350.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CsFc43OiNE/Ta9rcUNNqRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/gvUYP9i08As/s320/04-20-11_1350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597810996049455378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4583781759855559995?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4583781759855559995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4583781759855559995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4583781759855559995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4583781759855559995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/polo.html' title='POLO!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CsFc43OiNE/Ta9rcUNNqRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/gvUYP9i08As/s72-c/04-20-11_1350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7546982275614793215</id><published>2011-04-18T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:43:43.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In-SUREASIF-ance</title><content type='html'>Eli got his license on Friday.  Since he has been driving our cars since the age of 8, pretty much knows what he is doing, and did a great job on the test.&lt;div&gt;However.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not such a great worker in school, he doesn't qualify for the "good student" discount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never thought in my wildest dreams it would be so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOUBLE.  Double the amount for 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be saying goodbye to my current company and hello to Progressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Good Hands will no longer be digging in my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7546982275614793215?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7546982275614793215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7546982275614793215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7546982275614793215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7546982275614793215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-sureasif-ance.html' title='In-SUREASIF-ance'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6336509374389215058</id><published>2011-04-16T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:55:58.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Contest (I can't think of one)</title><content type='html'>RING&lt;div&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, are you home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You just called my house and I answered."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, yeah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gimmee a good title for this conversation, willya?  I'm speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6336509374389215058?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6336509374389215058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6336509374389215058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6336509374389215058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6336509374389215058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/title-contest-i-cant-think-of-one.html' title='Title Contest (I can&apos;t think of one)'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-933989278755540866</id><published>2011-04-10T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:38:31.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A-TrayO158/TaJbf5R4YXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vRt1pnrcWqc/s1600/04-03-11_1425.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A-TrayO158/TaJbf5R4YXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vRt1pnrcWqc/s320/04-03-11_1425.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594134290657468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-933989278755540866?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/933989278755540866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=933989278755540866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/933989278755540866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/933989278755540866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A-TrayO158/TaJbf5R4YXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vRt1pnrcWqc/s72-c/04-03-11_1425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-980044556082590153</id><published>2011-04-09T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:37:53.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satursunday</title><content type='html'>On Sundays I like to look at two websites; Postsecret, that updates on Sunday, and Cake Wrecks, that posts "Sunday Sweets"--pictures of awesomely done cakes.&lt;div&gt;Today I looked at Postsecret and was disappointed it had not updated yet.  I wondered if they had technical problems, then realized it was Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go take a nap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-980044556082590153?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/980044556082590153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=980044556082590153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/980044556082590153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/980044556082590153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/satursunday.html' title='Satursunday'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-9143891319303703121</id><published>2011-04-08T13:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:04:53.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZH3nsT0rm0/TZ9N8giNXgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WfBd_C2feBc/s1600/04-08-11_1229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZH3nsT0rm0/TZ9N8giNXgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WfBd_C2feBc/s320/04-08-11_1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593274964138352130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZH3nsT0rm0/TZ9N8giNXgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WfBd_C2feBc/s1600/04-08-11_1229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg8lzlpUqtc/TZ9N2RZE9tI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UtoaJ_NOfaw/s1600/04-08-11_1230.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg8lzlpUqtc/TZ9N2RZE9tI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UtoaJ_NOfaw/s320/04-08-11_1230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593274856994305746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg8lzlpUqtc/TZ9N2RZE9tI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UtoaJ_NOfaw/s1600/04-08-11_1230.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg8lzlpUqtc/TZ9N2RZE9tI/AAAAAAAAAsw/UtoaJ_NOfaw/s1600/04-08-11_1230.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAi-TEuk6eo/TZ9NwqdyI7I/AAAAAAAAAso/K6Oh2mzdm7E/s1600/04-08-11_1231.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAi-TEuk6eo/TZ9NwqdyI7I/AAAAAAAAAso/K6Oh2mzdm7E/s320/04-08-11_1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593274760645714866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-9143891319303703121?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/9143891319303703121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=9143891319303703121&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/9143891319303703121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/9143891319303703121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/easy-open.html' title='Easy Open'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZH3nsT0rm0/TZ9N8giNXgI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WfBd_C2feBc/s72-c/04-08-11_1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4224999551015121393</id><published>2011-04-05T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T04:23:43.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Eli is a teenage boy.&lt;div&gt;Teenage boys eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our boy is no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I made a TON of spaghetti, hoping it would last a couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight as Eli was taking his fifth piece of pizza, I told him to be careful not to eat too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're right I do have that Olympic training later."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, he kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4224999551015121393?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4224999551015121393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4224999551015121393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4224999551015121393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4224999551015121393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3491596751870871704</id><published>2011-04-04T05:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T05:47:55.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Sound Like That?</title><content type='html'>Even though I am in full ownership of a Midwestern accent, it never fails to make me smile when I hear a bunch of people talking who sport "dere" "dat" and "dem" in their everyday speech.&lt;div&gt;Here are a few smiles I heard this weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, dat's da trut. (I just want you to know, Google redlined ALL these words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you here too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over der.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn on da next street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there (der) were a lot more, but you get the drift. (der, don'tcha know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3491596751870871704?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3491596751870871704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3491596751870871704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3491596751870871704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3491596751870871704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-i-sound-like-that.html' title='Do I Sound Like That?'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2183776894474105290</id><published>2011-04-01T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:37:57.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Course It Is</title><content type='html'>Tonight we ate supper at a place called Tennessee Roadhouse.  Country to the core.  I was not surprised that our server's name was Twila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2183776894474105290?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2183776894474105290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2183776894474105290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2183776894474105290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2183776894474105290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-course-it-is.html' title='Of Course It Is'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3291198671744519784</id><published>2011-03-29T19:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:21:34.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop's Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Pop's new creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XzhPZjWfRNE/TZJ1cOyarYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/KNnLI1kc6lw/s320/03-29-11_0757.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589659215386553730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fisherman and boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVzrokuXZSk/TZJ1jqtktVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7f6k-FUDNpw/s320/03-29-11_0759.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589659343141516626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close up of fisherman--with a net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpO-qQe5qYY/TZJ1zUB4qWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vecMJFQY3Go/s320/03-29-11_0805.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589659611930601826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7X2Ld3EGy8/TZJ2Y2qY11I/AAAAAAAAAsg/dFPtn2wjUhk/s320/03-29-11_0800.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589660256882448210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close-up of the back of the boat--motor and stringer of glass fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pops loves the details; there is a case of beer in the boat, as well as a worm bucket, and an anchor dangling off the front of the boat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it, Pops.  Nice work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3291198671744519784?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3291198671744519784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3291198671744519784&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3291198671744519784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3291198671744519784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/pops-masterpiece.html' title='Pop&apos;s Masterpiece'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XzhPZjWfRNE/TZJ1cOyarYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/KNnLI1kc6lw/s72-c/03-29-11_0757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4070820342283059793</id><published>2011-03-21T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:22:47.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02IXDDXvfz4/TYfPsENJgNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PVQtaAz05-k/s1600/67434afb-be87-4edf-92cc-cb7e30bc0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02IXDDXvfz4/TYfPsENJgNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PVQtaAz05-k/s320/67434afb-be87-4edf-92cc-cb7e30bc0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586662218726473938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4070820342283059793?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4070820342283059793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4070820342283059793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4070820342283059793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4070820342283059793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02IXDDXvfz4/TYfPsENJgNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PVQtaAz05-k/s72-c/67434afb-be87-4edf-92cc-cb7e30bc0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3478643502338243349</id><published>2011-03-13T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:24:54.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBj363jM-cs/TX02Dbs5-sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Zc_nhWTrs18/s1600/03-13-11_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBj363jM-cs/TX02Dbs5-sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Zc_nhWTrs18/s320/03-13-11_1608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583678545612896962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the piece I have been working on for a week or two.  Planned on finishing it today, but looked closely at my not-working-so-well soldering iron and the tip had a big hole in it!  No wonder it was skipping over the solder lines.  New iron this week and the finish line for this baby, then of to the &lt;a href="http://kelleygalleries.com/"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt; it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3478643502338243349?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3478643502338243349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3478643502338243349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3478643502338243349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3478643502338243349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBj363jM-cs/TX02Dbs5-sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Zc_nhWTrs18/s72-c/03-13-11_1608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5865650679622170437</id><published>2011-03-12T04:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:39:40.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Space</title><content type='html'>This weekend we made preparations to switch Eli to the basement bedroom.  Over the past few months John kept hinting at this change and I kept putting him off.  Well, I guess he was tired of being put off.  On Wednesday when I got home from papers, all of Eli's stuff was in the guest bedroom, and prep was underway for painting his "old" bedroom.&lt;div&gt;Since I don't do change well, I was quite upset at this GIANT change.  Not only did it mean work and cleaning--neither of these I do well--but  it was, well, change.  GAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah came over and helped paint on Thurs night, and I finished on Friday and the moving commenced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little background that any quilter will understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of fabric.  No, really. A lot.  The room Eli wants was half full of assorted quilting supplies and other sewing junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had to move it all--hey, he wants the room, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the seventh trip up the stairs laden with bags and boxes of various fabric cuts, scraps, and bins full of pieces I just can't throw away, this is what I heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom?  No more cloth for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could he possibly understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5865650679622170437?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5865650679622170437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5865650679622170437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5865650679622170437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5865650679622170437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-space.html' title='New Space'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-737596570575429326</id><published>2011-03-09T10:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:57:11.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Choice</title><content type='html'>Got a text from my sister today saying she really wanted to comment on Eli's facebook post, but it wouldn't be nice.&lt;div&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took a look, typed my own comment and called the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, I have a comment ready to go on your post today, do you want me to comment or do you want to take the status off?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll take it off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-737596570575429326?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/737596570575429326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=737596570575429326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/737596570575429326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/737596570575429326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-choice.html' title='Good Choice'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1451446773888468342</id><published>2011-03-08T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:05:30.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Two Saved Messages</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I save messages on my phone so I can listen to them again.  Everyone probably does this, nothing new, right?  I have one on there I have had for quite a while, it's Hannah:&lt;div&gt;"I LOVE YOU MOM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is really awesome to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Hannah left a message on my phone, and this one's a keeper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Some dummy just stopped spinning the big wheel at $.65.  He deserves not to go to the Showcase Showdown."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh she cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1451446773888468342?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1451446773888468342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1451446773888468342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1451446773888468342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1451446773888468342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-saved-messages.html' title='...Two Saved Messages'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5053527364720980615</id><published>2011-03-05T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:06:02.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Whining</title><content type='html'>Dear Kristi,&lt;div&gt;If you want free heat, you have to listen to that damn chainsaw.  Put your headphones on and get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5053527364720980615?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5053527364720980615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5053527364720980615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5053527364720980615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5053527364720980615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/quit-whining.html' title='Quit Whining'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1455986473753998558</id><published>2011-03-04T02:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:57:27.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Target FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIHBALfz-9U/TXCnZOBlsjI/AAAAAAAAAro/XxSyJVRb19c/s1600/towel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIHBALfz-9U/TXCnZOBlsjI/AAAAAAAAAro/XxSyJVRb19c/s320/towel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580143990015373874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, if I wanted to buy a potholder, would I want to substitute a towel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV9HHd-OnA/TXCnhjuej5I/AAAAAAAAArw/yMFdrfL-VpI/s320/med.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580144133279747986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably can't see this picture well enough to read it, bummer there, but it was waaaayyyy up there, on an advertisement-type sign above the pharmacy counter.  Here is the fine print: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMOXICILLIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take one capsule by mouth, two (2) times a day for ten days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amt: 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that's pretty advanced math, but I smell a scam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1455986473753998558?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1455986473753998558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1455986473753998558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1455986473753998558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1455986473753998558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/target-fail.html' title='Target FAIL'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIHBALfz-9U/TXCnZOBlsjI/AAAAAAAAAro/XxSyJVRb19c/s72-c/towel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5225694541587633348</id><published>2011-03-03T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:56:35.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook's Got Your Number</title><content type='html'>In the last few days I have done two internet searches.  One for a sconce light I really want to buy for the great room--I have been watching the price to see if it will go lower--and dog meds for Eddie.  Today on the sides of my Facebook Scrabble game are ads for sconce lights and dog meds.  Wow, that was quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5225694541587633348?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5225694541587633348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5225694541587633348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5225694541587633348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5225694541587633348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebooks-got-your-number.html' title='Facebook&apos;s Got Your Number'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1491067226325758575</id><published>2011-03-01T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:40:42.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>Dear Future Kristi,&lt;div&gt;When your computer crashes and won't even start up, Brandy has to get you a new one and build it for you.  Because you need a computer to do your work, you get the day off.  Keep that little nugget of info in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1491067226325758575?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1491067226325758575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1491067226325758575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1491067226325758575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1491067226325758575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/03/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7321961138068724284</id><published>2011-02-21T12:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:33:33.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because of the snow in massive amounts today, nobody made it to work but me.  And because nothing is happening, I wrote this email to our Pastor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Dear Tim Porter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Please excuse Kristi Noser from class at 1:30 so she can go home from the EXTREME BORINGNESS and watch the Heinsch family on the FEUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Mrs. Kristi’s Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And here's what I got back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gladly!  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Porter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7321961138068724284?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7321961138068724284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7321961138068724284&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7321961138068724284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7321961138068724284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/02/excuse-me-please.html' title='Excuse Me Please'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7165278411611106955</id><published>2011-02-19T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:22:32.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Most of you know how I feel about cleaning.  When people come over, it is necessary, otherwise, not sa much--with the exception of the toilet--that gets the treatment once a week, no matter what.&lt;div&gt;Today I couldn't stand the "not sa much" anymore, and now that I have lots of energy, (another post)I started, and continued to clean!  Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even cleaned the fan we keep behind the stove in the winter to circulate the wood stove heat offerings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself, "Self, why don't you just lay that ol' fan on the floor, vacuum the grid, turn over and repeat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That worked pretty well, I must say, until I turned it back on and all the hiding dust bunnies blew all over my clean floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned: turn that sucker on OUTSIDE the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7165278411611106955?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7165278411611106955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7165278411611106955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7165278411611106955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7165278411611106955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/02/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-922504864726847627</id><published>2011-02-17T12:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:11:29.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7hZNsT_skA/TV1vQuVw9hI/AAAAAAAAArY/wFZH5fJ4W8s/s1600/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7hZNsT_skA/TV1vQuVw9hI/AAAAAAAAArY/wFZH5fJ4W8s/s320/before.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734246862452242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend-door-neighbor asked me if I wanted to go to this concert with her.  We were pretty far up, but we got to sit in the box seats her company owns, and the view was awesome.  Also I didn't have to stand up for the whole concert in order to see.  (What's with that, anyway?)&lt;div&gt;I knew all the songs except 2, thanks to the Well's love of this guy's music.  What a great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, see those lit-up ants?  The ant in the middle is Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DroUGSwgIA/TV1vZKLojHI/AAAAAAAAArg/j7B9Fk_Lw8U/s320/tomlin.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734391775104114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-922504864726847627?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/922504864726847627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=922504864726847627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/922504864726847627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/922504864726847627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/02/chris-tomlin.html' title='Chris Tomlin!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7hZNsT_skA/TV1vQuVw9hI/AAAAAAAAArY/wFZH5fJ4W8s/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8108088372730059030</id><published>2011-02-06T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:00:15.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride In Money</title><content type='html'>Today I got an ad on my facebook page that stated: "Wouldn't you like a credit score you could frame?"  Hinting that you should have so much pride in your credit score that you would be happy to put it on your wall.&lt;div&gt;Two things come to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, I am guilty of this.  I have a great credit score, I have worked hard for it, but I also know it could be gone in an instant if God decides it to be.  However, I did find myself beaming at the number when we had our house refinanced a few months ago.  Oh, the pride I had. Wow, whatta great score!  Silly me, putting so much stock in a number the banks tag me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, What is wrong with this country that the importance of a credit score is something we take pride in? (I can't believe how many sentences I am ending with prepositions)  What if we took pride in helping the poor, or taking in homeless people, or stopping crime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I propose we take a minute every day and evaluate our People Score.  How many people did we love up today?  How many people did we help out today?  How can I help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get that score up in the 800's willya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8108088372730059030?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8108088372730059030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8108088372730059030&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8108088372730059030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8108088372730059030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/02/pride-in-money.html' title='Pride In Money'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1014250199728152709</id><published>2011-02-02T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:07:43.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>@$%#^&amp;*#^ Day</title><content type='html'>These are the days that make me want to swear like a sailor.  Ok, I did a bit, but wait 'til you hear it--you'd wanna too.&lt;div&gt;Let's start out with Eli missing the bus, me telling him I wasn't going to give him a ride and Pops giving him one.  Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to work I picked up a coffee, took a big sip and burned the CRAP out of my mouth. Blisters and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes the paper route--fun huh?  Yes, it's fun with my Sis-O-Rama, but on the way through the day I somehow lost FIFTY-SIX-DOLLARS!  So, basically I had to pay $3.50 to do the paper job today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you swearing yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1014250199728152709?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1014250199728152709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1014250199728152709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1014250199728152709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1014250199728152709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/02/day.html' title='@$%#^&amp;*#^ Day'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8948637457654242824</id><published>2011-01-26T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:35:33.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend the High School youth group at our church took a trip to go skiing.  On the way back home the bus broke down about 75 miles from home.  Parents were called and vans dispatched to take the children home, however all but essentials had to stay behind in the bus.  The driver of the bus was not going to be able to get the stuff back home until later this week, so I volunteered to drive up and get the bags, snowboards, etc. off the bus, which was in a safe place, but the peeps need the junk, ya know?  My good girlfriend Cindy asked if she could go along and we were set.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since John's van doesn't have any seats in the back, I decided that I should take that, instead of hauling the seats out of my van.  Gotta be enough room, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's van has so much window space up front and the seat is different than what I am used to, so it wasn't too long before I was feeling a little woogy, but the show must go on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were tooling along and chatting (as girls will do) and all of a sudden the car slowed and slowed and I couldn't hear it running.  "What the hell?" I said. (I know, don't judge) Cindy looked at the dash and sure enough, I had forgotten to get gas as I had planned and we were out.  We were only about 1/2 mile from an exit with a station (thanks Papa) so we started walking.  Seconds--and I mean seconds--passed and someone pulled over and picked us up.  It was a man alone, and Here were his questions to us:  "Can I give you a ride?  Outta gas?  Do you love Jesus?"  (thanks Papa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceeded to the station, where he pumped the gas for us, and on the way back to the car--the nearest exit was 6 miles--asked us about our hearts, and told us all kinds of things about what he was learning about the Bible, and the mission trip he had just been on.  He was actually on his way home from the airport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we could see the hand of God all over this adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We filled up and were on our way again and finally found the bus in the lot of a repair shop just off the freeway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot believe how much stuff was in there.  Oh. My. Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped Cindy hoist herself into the bus and we began unloading (her) and loading (me).  I finally had to stop as I shoved a snowboard in, and the van was full to the top.  We had to leave 2 snowboards and a sleeping bag as orphans, but we really packed that van full.  We stopped for a quick dinner and we were off again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the heat cranked, but all that stuff was so cold, my front was frying and my back was freezing!  Add that to the diesel smell of all that stuff--the bus had broken a fuel line--and you can imagine how woogy I was on the way back.  Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a fun (mostly) adventure, and we got home safe and sound, and were in awe at how Papa protected us through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise be to our great God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8948637457654242824?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8948637457654242824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8948637457654242824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8948637457654242824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8948637457654242824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventure.html' title='Adventure!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3657615003960316429</id><published>2011-01-17T05:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:06:50.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Parking Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQiuqjKgrI/AAAAAAAAArI/eAnGHlIGVbM/s1600/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQiuqjKgrI/AAAAAAAAArI/eAnGHlIGVbM/s320/t1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563109624800510642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQiuqjKgrI/AAAAAAAAArI/eAnGHlIGVbM/s1600/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQinxWqZnI/AAAAAAAAArA/yNja6Y7gCfA/s1600/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQinxWqZnI/AAAAAAAAArA/yNja6Y7gCfA/s320/t2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563109506368038514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where car turds go to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3657615003960316429?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3657615003960316429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3657615003960316429&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3657615003960316429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3657615003960316429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/01/church-parking-lot.html' title='Church Parking Lot'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TTQiuqjKgrI/AAAAAAAAArI/eAnGHlIGVbM/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-4338685859773324748</id><published>2011-01-09T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:19:08.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things...</title><content type='html'>I love about my husband:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last two weeks he has brought me flowers--like plant flowers, one pot of tulips and one of primrose--so I can enjoy them now and then again in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pops is a great provider.  This week he has spent countless hours bringing in wood, cutting wood, etc. so we can be warm.  And if you have ever visited this house, you know I mean warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard worker.  Even when he is sick or hurt he goes to work.  "Might as well get paid for being sick, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiler.  Even when (and sometimes more when) people are asshats at work, he keeps smiling.  I think it unnerves some people--which is why he does it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the Pops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-4338685859773324748?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/4338685859773324748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=4338685859773324748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4338685859773324748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/4338685859773324748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/01/things.html' title='Things...'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-75032573766158079</id><published>2011-01-05T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:04:50.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere A Sign</title><content type='html'>Today on the route I saw a sign at the NR grocery store:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac n Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$ .99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize they had a specific brand of M&amp;amp;C for geriatrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curious.&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/22054839-75032573766158079?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/75032573766158079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=75032573766158079&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/75032573766158079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/75032573766158079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/01/everywhere-sign.html' title='Everywhere A Sign'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2981450229547975740</id><published>2011-01-01T05:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:36:01.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to all my friends and blogfriends!  May this year bring more blessings than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2981450229547975740?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2981450229547975740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2981450229547975740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2981450229547975740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2981450229547975740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1783529354287861942</id><published>2010-12-30T16:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:45:27.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooo That Smell</title><content type='html'>When I walk into my house in the afternoon I never know what will greet my uber-sensitive olfactory senses.&lt;div&gt;Today was an interesting mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John had made bacon sandwiches for lunch, and by the smell of it, walked away from the stove and burned some of it, and then had a "sit" before he left for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burned bacon poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1783529354287861942?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1783529354287861942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1783529354287861942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1783529354287861942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1783529354287861942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/ooooo-that-smell.html' title='Ooooo That Smell'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-9105079369939862912</id><published>2010-12-23T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:59:51.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels</title><content type='html'>I did my homework, but God told me where to go to find the car He wanted for our family.  Over the last month as I was looking at different makes and models of cars, the name of a certain dealership kept popping up.  I had a line on a car, but it was sold before I could get the financing completed. I looked some more.  The dealership name popped up again.  Remember when I told you I saw myself in a red van?  I resigned myself to looking at their inventory, after I "lost" the car I wanted, and there it was.  A beauty, and just what God had promised.  It took 1/2 hour at the dealer to get the price I was looking to pay--in between the Kelley and NADA book prices--and under our agreed-on budget.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in all its splendor (oh come on Kristi, it's just a CAR).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TROo0wvvYkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mn4EeVnQNLI/s320/2001_dodge_grand_car.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553968389869756994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if you need a car with low miles and want to be treated well, go to &lt;a href="http://www.velishekautosales.com"&gt;Velishek Auto Sales&lt;/a&gt; in Prior Lake MN.  Bit of a drive, but he (Randy) didn't treat me like a stupid girl, didn't only talk to John, and was very fair in the making the deal part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-9105079369939862912?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/9105079369939862912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=9105079369939862912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/9105079369939862912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/9105079369939862912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/wheels.html' title='Wheels'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TROo0wvvYkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mn4EeVnQNLI/s72-c/2001_dodge_grand_car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2658566313065924806</id><published>2010-12-21T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:14:52.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeway Star Wars</title><content type='html'>I followed a pickup on the freeway today, and the snow and ice flying off the flat cover of the truck bed into my windshield made me feel like I was going into hyperspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2658566313065924806?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2658566313065924806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2658566313065924806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2658566313065924806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2658566313065924806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/freeway-star-wars.html' title='Freeway Star Wars'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1414388856434107022</id><published>2010-12-18T18:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:04:32.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Place, Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>Dear Eli,&lt;br /&gt;Since you were "so tired" and disappeared as soon as I asked you to help in the kitchen, I am sure you are much too tired to watch a movie with me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1414388856434107022?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1414388856434107022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1414388856434107022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1414388856434107022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1414388856434107022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/wong-place-wrong-time.html' title='Wrong Place, Wrong Time'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1284582888583802719</id><published>2010-12-17T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:13:59.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Place, Right Time</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I bought a jacket for Eli at the RED store.  Today the zipper broke.  He told me as he was walking out the door to go to a friend's house.  I drove him to the friend's, went back home, found the receipt, grabbed the jacket and headed back to the store o' RED.  I returned the jacket, went to the men's dept and picked up a new one, and just as I was heading to the checkout line, there was Eli and his friend.  I bought the jacket, gave it to him and went on my merry way.  Pretty sweet timing, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1284582888583802719?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1284582888583802719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1284582888583802719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1284582888583802719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1284582888583802719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/right-place-right-time.html' title='Right Place, Right Time'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1415104172592795809</id><published>2010-12-13T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T06:32:25.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetaversary</title><content type='html'>Pops and I met 30 years ago today (actually tonight).&lt;br /&gt;We met in Mr T.'s bar, which is now San Pedro's,and I remember John was playing a video game called Galaxian.  I don't see it too often, but when I do, the memories flood in. I was living in Lindstrom at the time, ironically working at an alcohol rehabilitation complex that was located nearby. (Lotsa stories there...) I and some friends had come to Hudson to hit the bars, I had never been to Hudson before. Interesting how God works things out, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1415104172592795809?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1415104172592795809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1415104172592795809&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1415104172592795809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1415104172592795809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/meetaversary.html' title='Meetaversary'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-8059342167948514541</id><published>2010-12-09T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:44:37.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolph Meets The Police</title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness.  Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N4EFVgtB0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N4EFVgtB0Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-8059342167948514541?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/8059342167948514541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=8059342167948514541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8059342167948514541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/8059342167948514541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/rudolph-meets-police.html' title='Rudolph Meets The Police'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-2152672257102226137</id><published>2010-12-01T16:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:39:38.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vehicle</title><content type='html'>Ever since the dark, stormy night when the transmission ghouls came to wreak havoc on Kristi's life, she has been forced to subsist on the vehicular equivalent of a cross between a sideshow freak and Frankenstein's monster.  The Vehicle, a nameless hulk of rust and white, alternately makes her shake her head in wonder at the multitude of things that can go wrong in a shorted electrical system, and sigh in disbelief and awe that the Vehicle is still running after all these years.&lt;div&gt;As she looks longingly at others more indebted than she, and covets the beautiful shiny cars they effortlessly glide along the roadway, the monster rears its ugly head and turns things on and off at will.  Wipers work and then not, at the most inconvenient times, heat blows lava on one side, and ice on the other, one eye in permanent blink, and a stench like no other emanating from carpet nearly as old as her teenage son.  A window held up by a screwdriver, a dashboard of blinking Christmas wonder, it never ceases to enthrall passengers desperate enough to beg a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vehicle has never been, as long as she has owned it, a pretty sight, it having been acquired for a dollar from someone who didn't want it soiling their lawn for another day.  However, it has been, no matter the look of the beast, a friendly automobile, granting a start of its oil-encrusted engine almost every time a key is applied to the ignition.  A battery problem here, a tire problem there, the Vehicle demands its fixes, but keeps on taking the Family from place to place.  They don't complain, mostly for fear the Vehicle will hear them and decide not to be as accommodating in the future.  So goes the saga of the Vehicle, sometimes a comedy, surely soon to be a tragedy when it decides it has had enough, and goes to the place of all old cars.  The Family will be sad and glad to see it go, as it has been a dependable friend for two years, no matter what it looks like, they will always remember the Vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-2152672257102226137?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/2152672257102226137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=2152672257102226137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2152672257102226137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/2152672257102226137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/12/vehicle.html' title='The Vehicle'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-3303409632765738394</id><published>2010-11-26T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:20:01.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><content type='html'>John prefers working the night shift.  He has had that schedule for most of his life.  There are many advantages to John working at night.  He gets to go fishing when most people are at work, and almost never has to contend with traffic on the way to and from his job.  &lt;div&gt;He also finds that on Black Friday, he has no problem staying up all night to go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's crazy, but he just loves going out and getting the bargains, and watching all the people.  Go get 'em, Pops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-3303409632765738394?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/3303409632765738394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=3303409632765738394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3303409632765738394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/3303409632765738394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-472024295833967938</id><published>2010-11-21T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:20:33.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Never Thought I'd Say</title><content type='html'>"Y'know, Pops, if you put some duct tape on the end of the screwdriver, it will hold up the driver's window better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-472024295833967938?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/472024295833967938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=472024295833967938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/472024295833967938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/472024295833967938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-never-thought-id-say.html' title='Things I Never Thought I&apos;d Say'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6659607370853130896</id><published>2010-11-18T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:50:11.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration Of The Stupid</title><content type='html'>Today I was the only one in the office that was answering phones.  It is a proven fact that once you are on a phone, the other line will ring, or your cell phone will ring or two other lines will ring.  Just is.&lt;div&gt;I was trying to call someone, and as soon as I finished dialing (I know, it's pushing buttons, but forever in my head it will be known as dialing), the phone would ring.  I would then hang up on my call to answer the other line, only to realize there was no one there.  Took two rounds of stupid before I realized I was calling the church's number, and then hanging up on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6659607370853130896?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6659607370853130896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6659607370853130896&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6659607370853130896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6659607370853130896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustration-of-stupid.html' title='Frustration Of The Stupid'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5247527243972563464</id><published>2010-11-15T06:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:45:28.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Karen is a stealth do gooder.  I asked her if she was going to be able to go to retreat last week and she said no, that she had a care ministry project, and she was going to be busy.  Little did I know that project was going to be us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little background:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kitchen floor was in deplorable condition.  The wood underneath was shifting and the shifting caused cracking, which over time caused holing.  Seemed every time we had saved money to fix it, the car would break or something urgent would suck the resources.  Whatevs, just a kitchen floor, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I came home to on Saturday night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TOEqhXzX3GI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZeyrxU3U5Io/s320/11-14-10_1504.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539755769455959138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TOEqW78i2cI/AAAAAAAAAqU/5oEoE0TkmwA/s320/11-14-10_1503.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539755590179543490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen had gotten a bunch of friends together and along with John had replaced our floor in a matter of hours.  Whatta group of great friends.  Thank you to all of you for a marvelous gift!&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5247527243972563464?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5247527243972563464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5247527243972563464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5247527243972563464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5247527243972563464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TOEqhXzX3GI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZeyrxU3U5Io/s72-c/11-14-10_1504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5355462694932935588</id><published>2010-11-14T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:01:09.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is a great prayer warrior.  A true believer in Christ, her life has many attacks from the evil one.  Yesterday she mentioned that people who hang around her are also subject to attack.  Last night my car lost the transmission, and as we were driving back to the quilt retreat in John's POC car it was snowing and dark and the wipers stopped working. She was sitting in the back of the car and I looked at her in the mirror and told her to get out of the boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5355462694932935588?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5355462694932935588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5355462694932935588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5355462694932935588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5355462694932935588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/jonah.html' title='Jonah'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-206160931411670432</id><published>2010-11-12T19:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:29:02.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St Croix Falls Ebonics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TN3p1MIjvZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nBy5qgRvSPc/s1600/11-12-10_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TN3p1MIjvZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nBy5qgRvSPc/s320/11-12-10_1742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538840216735038866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-206160931411670432?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/206160931411670432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=206160931411670432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/206160931411670432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/206160931411670432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/st-croix-falls-ebonics.html' title='St Croix Falls Ebonics'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TN3p1MIjvZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nBy5qgRvSPc/s72-c/11-12-10_1742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-1382111056688017821</id><published>2010-11-07T08:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:45:44.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got What?</title><content type='html'>Thursday I was in Wallymart buying cookies for our Sunday morning programs.  I had 36 packages of cookies in my cart, and had also remembered to pick up a gallon of milk for our house.&lt;div&gt;The lady behind me in line looked at the items I had put on the belt and smiled at me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think you're gonna need more milk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-1382111056688017821?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/1382111056688017821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=1382111056688017821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1382111056688017821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/1382111056688017821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-what.html' title='Got What?'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-5663211865547214068</id><published>2010-11-03T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:25:16.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TNIxssqQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cIo2uVvvAho/s1600/09-01-10_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TNIxssqQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cIo2uVvvAho/s320/09-01-10_1924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535541535964196098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my friend Dave.  One of the funnest and funniest people I know.  A smile and a laugh for everyone.  Strength and grace all in one.  Even on his bad days he has a smile for you and a story or two.  An excellent friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave graduated with my sister Kori.  He has been one of her best friends for many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave is dying of cancer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago, when the chemo and other assorted treatments the doctors tried weren't working anymore he said "enough" and stopped treatment.  However, no matter how sick he is he shows up at "charch night".  The first Wednesday of the month, every month.  For over a year some of Amery's class of '77 (and other tagalongs like me and Kelli) get together at a local restaurant and laugh, tell stories and just be with each other. As Dave's time comes to an end here on this earth, and he looks to his eternity we try to spend as much time with him as we can.  So we don't ever forget that laugh, that smile, that love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a letter to my friend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Dave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your laugh, your strength and the way you accept people the way they are, no matter what.  I love your friendliness and stories.  First Wednesdays have become very important in my life.  Even if I don't get to talk to you one-on-one, because everyone wants to be by you, I like to watch you interact with the people you have known for so many years.  The times I have talked to you one-on-one are special in my heart.  Chatting glasswork, and art and the projects we are working on.  You are a special man, your family and wife have been blessed by your life, as we all have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love ya man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-5663211865547214068?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/5663211865547214068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=5663211865547214068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5663211865547214068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/5663211865547214068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/11/dave.html' title='Dave'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TNIxssqQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cIo2uVvvAho/s72-c/09-01-10_1924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7513619128467130198</id><published>2010-10-30T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:48:26.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Games</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got an automated call from someone who claimed they worked for a political party, who had an "exclusive" recording of a Q&amp;amp;A call to a politician from the opposite party.&lt;div&gt;Generally I do not listen to those calls and hang up, or erase them immediately from my machine.  I was intrigued, however and listened a bit.  The caller (recording) then played a BADLY dubbed recording of a candidate "answering" a question that went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you believe in ______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: No, I do not believe that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you think that_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: No I do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might have been believable if the tone and inflection of both answers had not been exactly the same and obviously stolen from the same sound bite, or if they had dubbed the answer into the recording without a pause, dead, pause.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may have been more questions, but at that point I was sickened at the gall of some people to trash someone's reputation just for a vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe if this kind of "politics" is necessary, the party in question is running scared.  Pretty dirty trick if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7513619128467130198?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7513619128467130198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7513619128467130198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7513619128467130198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7513619128467130198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/10/political-games.html' title='Political Games'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-166254025590730590</id><published>2010-10-23T07:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:06:22.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLPs3ErCXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iwfG2MJ-50c/s1600/10-22-10_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLPs3ErCXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iwfG2MJ-50c/s320/10-22-10_1503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531211661969131890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a LOT of control not to fix this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-166254025590730590?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/166254025590730590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=166254025590730590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/166254025590730590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/166254025590730590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/10/office-max.html' title='Office Max'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLPs3ErCXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iwfG2MJ-50c/s72-c/10-22-10_1503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7045884059277478834</id><published>2010-10-22T06:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:07:08.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali-tile</title><content type='html'>Saw this in a Metro Perkins.  Bill's brother-in-law's unemployed cousin sure did a nice job, huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLOiE98gzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kSBhXWfvL6k/s320/10-08-10_1619.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531210377208824626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLOa7R7vzI/AAAAAAAAAps/Od16iZ3LA98/s320/10-08-10_1618.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531210254349221682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda makes me a little carsick just looking at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7045884059277478834?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7045884059277478834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7045884059277478834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7045884059277478834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7045884059277478834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/10/salvador-dali-tile.html' title='Salvador Dali-tile'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TMLOiE98gzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kSBhXWfvL6k/s72-c/10-08-10_1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-6632834170866016225</id><published>2010-10-19T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:12:46.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean As A Whistle</title><content type='html'>Last week I baked something in my favorite pan.  The stuff I baked stuck on the sides of the pan like no other.  For DAYS I soaked it and scrubbed it and soaked it and scrubbed...well you get the idea.  I was contemplating throwing the thing away, and told Pops so.  &lt;div&gt;"Nah, let me give it a try, don't throw it away yet." he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day he showed me the pan, all shiny and clean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, nice job," I told him, "how did you get it so clean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sandblasted it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-6632834170866016225?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/6632834170866016225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=6632834170866016225&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6632834170866016225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/6632834170866016225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/10/clean-as-whistle.html' title='Clean As A Whistle'/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22054839.post-7524404461805836004</id><published>2010-10-13T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:55:24.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TLWd9oVp4wI/AAAAAAAAApk/ueMyHD5onkE/s1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TLWd9oVp4wI/AAAAAAAAApk/ueMyHD5onkE/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527497799792976642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the funny department, I think that's a WIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22054839-7524404461805836004?l=mammaknows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/feeds/7524404461805836004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22054839&amp;postID=7524404461805836004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7524404461805836004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22054839/posts/default/7524404461805836004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammaknows.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-funny-department-i-think-thats-win.html' title=''/><author><name>kristi noser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17793561382488822990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/SxJtxueEkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3Wm8mtuDJo/S220/me2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcRG0aCA0TY/TLWd9oVp4wI/AAAAAAAAApk/ueMyHD5onkE/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
