<?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-891548388659230658</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:44:06.062-08:00</updated><category term='goose'/><category term='little red hen'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='harvest. garden'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='goats'/><category term='brotherly love'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='house'/><category term='Sunny'/><category term='goals'/><category term='homesteading'/><category term='fun'/><category term='carrots'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='weaving'/><category term='star'/><category term='health'/><category term='clover'/><category term='getting started'/><category term='backyard birds'/><category term='food storage'/><category term='painting'/><title type='text'>Eloise: The Suburban Homestead</title><subtitle type='html'>The names are changed, but the stories are true. This is my family, my dreams, my reality... and my suburban homesteading passion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4662484946468189653</id><published>2010-11-30T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:31:47.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting started'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesteading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Enough With Dreaming</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have been scheming and I think it's time to do rather than just dream and think about everything. I think that I may be able to, baby step at a time, wiggle and finagle my way into homesteading while I am still here in the city. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is going to take some planning, but I am going to make up a plan and present it to my family. As long as the family feels this is something we want to do, then we can step in and start making things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certainly, there are laws to be considered and things we cannot do. We also have to take into account our family budget. This should be an interesting exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll need a launch date. I think Jan. 1 2011 sounds ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4662484946468189653?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4662484946468189653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4662484946468189653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4662484946468189653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4662484946468189653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-with-dreaming.html' title='Enough With Dreaming'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6663947752818709240</id><published>2010-09-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:34:39.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Out Loud</title><content type='html'>So, my big dream is to be able to have my self-sufficient homestead. While having that, I want my kids to have every advantage of modern life. I don't want it to be huge, but I want to be able to expand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10+ acres, most likely in Washington State.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A house (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A barn ('nother duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garden areas (multiple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smokehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Underground cellar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orchard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poultry 'out' houses (separate from barn).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want each type of animal to have its place. I also want to focus on heritage breeds that are dying out. (Which is why I turned to albc-usa.org.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With cattle, I was leaning towards Dexters, as they are gentle, small, and multi-purpose. However, they are recovering at an insane pace and are hugely popular now, so I have been researching other cattle breeds. Right now I am leaning towards Kerry cattle, or Milking Devon cattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With horses I have my passion-- which is Shires, but I also have a passion for the English Pony breeds. Dartmoors or Exmoors are a thought. However, if I can only do one breed-- Shires are critical endangered. And they are my favorite horse breed. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With pigs, I have a total obsession with Gloucestershire Old Spots pigs. They are amazing, with big old ears. They remind me of the illustration from Charlotte's Web, when they are at the fair and meet the HUGE hog they are competing against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to do some sheep, and my current interest is in the Leicester Longwool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have a variety of chickens, like the American Buckeye, and the Russion Orloff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ducks, I haven't decided yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geese, I am between Pilgrim and American Buff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkeys, I want the Jersey Buff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curious about what any of these are? Check out albc-usa.org.&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/891548388659230658-6663947752818709240?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6663947752818709240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6663947752818709240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6663947752818709240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6663947752818709240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Dreaming Out Loud'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-9156368911757868085</id><published>2010-09-08T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:57:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>Right now I am just very focused on having an income myself, so that if anything happens and I am suddenly on my own with three boys I can support myself from home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't pretend it's not challenging. It really is. I TRULY believe in the company, though, and that makes me realize that it's a good match for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only way I'm going to be able to live my dreams is if I create them myself. Under what circumstances I live that dream, I don't know, but I will get there and I will work as hard as I can to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am assisting non-profits with getting fundraising started. I like the program, because they get to sign up for free, they get all of the money, and I get pv (points) for introducing them to the company. I also get to pick and choose for causes I like, so that's a nice thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been all over the place lately and it's really hard not to get discouraged. I just keep truckin' along and, hopefully, there will be some kind of destination that I can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-9156368911757868085?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/9156368911757868085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=9156368911757868085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9156368911757868085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9156368911757868085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/09/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4576419423176434157</id><published>2010-08-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:21:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind...</title><content type='html'>I haven't written since March, which is interesting, and does nothing but prove me to be delinquent and/or boring when it comes to my blog posts. Since March we have 1) Sold our Goats 2) Bought ducks, had them reproduce and then sold the offspring as well as the parents 3) Shipped the chickens off to live with my MIL and 4) added three small dogs to the family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all the surprising, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working some on my latest book, but I don't get that much time to myself. Kasen, now almost a year old, can crawl super-fast and is very clingy. He had ear tubes put in in June and now is doing early talking. He also loves music and dancing and will dance anytime he hears anything that might remotely resemble music-- like Mommy chanting "Noah put your clothes on." Over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer just isn't my thing. It's hot and miserable and usually includes, for me, and did this year, insomnia and other health issues getting worse. So, I like to pretend I can skip summer and get to the good stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is the fact that my boys are ALL having birthdays soon! It's crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Kevin is back in school, which I HATE HATE HATE. Grrrrr. I'd rather have him at home with me anytime. Plus, I just can't seem to get into the groove of getting stuff done when I have to force the Nudist to get dressed and usually wake Kasen up from a nap purely to go stand in the heat and have his teacher be 20 minutes late out of school again. Oh, well, at least it doesn't bother him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting started on Shaklee again. I'm going to spruce up our income and feel a little more independent, or a little less dependent at least. I'm very excited about some of the new products (chew vitamins for learning for kids for example) and the reinstatement of the car program. We could really use access to a car that doesn't break down for kicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hubby is still in the process of getting a job. Still. A year later. Blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just figured out what I hate about blogging. If I wrote about anything real then I would be a HORRIBLE PERSON. So I end up talking about fluff. Poofy boring fluff. Because I'm not stupid enough to air my dirty laundry ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4576419423176434157?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4576419423176434157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4576419423176434157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4576419423176434157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4576419423176434157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5944174303313244388</id><published>2010-03-11T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:59:21.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d5ad86ef294353a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d5ad86ef294353a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329949531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1720D99F274C0F0DE773D1732E1950787A19296C.1E635D357294B7CD11EFC0CC3F1E4BCBE4C53C04%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d5ad86ef294353a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMA2RpiIuLe2IjPOF0rUxKENB-8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d5ad86ef294353a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329949531%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1720D99F274C0F0DE773D1732E1950787A19296C.1E635D357294B7CD11EFC0CC3F1E4BCBE4C53C04%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d5ad86ef294353a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMA2RpiIuLe2IjPOF0rUxKENB-8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5944174303313244388?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5944174303313244388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5944174303313244388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5944174303313244388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5944174303313244388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8072091667119062297</id><published>2010-03-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:52:02.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/Homestead/Storm/100_1766.jpg?t=1268078065"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/Homestead/Storm/100_1766.jpg?t=1268078065" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8072091667119062297?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8072091667119062297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8072091667119062297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8072091667119062297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8072091667119062297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/03/pic-of-day.html' title='Pic of the Day'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3290224387387934831</id><published>2010-02-15T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:43:42.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesteading</title><content type='html'>The garden is up and growing. I, despite a bad spill this morning, got a solid pint of milk from Sugar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got three eggs this morning-- one duck and two polish chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really happy right now. I have my homestead!&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/891548388659230658-3290224387387934831?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3290224387387934831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3290224387387934831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3290224387387934831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3290224387387934831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/homesteading.html' title='Homesteading'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5047970437185452180</id><published>2010-02-15T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:37:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha! I AM Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-cQlcYLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/78-40bujgMA/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-cQlcYLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/78-40bujgMA/s400/100_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587417724215474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-b7A4mJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2Kt1mj_5F5k/s1600-h/100_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-b7A4mJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2Kt1mj_5F5k/s400/100_1679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587411933730962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-bueXfuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QuiNhqITnN0/s1600-h/100_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-bueXfuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QuiNhqITnN0/s400/100_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587408567729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-bPlUzVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dkR5UZAvZao/s1600-h/100_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-bPlUzVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dkR5UZAvZao/s400/100_1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587400275414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-aV6Uf3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/tIgf1EmYE4M/s1600-h/100_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-aV6Uf3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/tIgf1EmYE4M/s400/100_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587384794218354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Kevin told me-- I am. apparently, trouble, but he likes it ;)&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;Now I know how hard it is not to cry over spilt milk. I got about a quart out of Sugar this morning and she kicked over the bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5047970437185452180?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5047970437185452180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5047970437185452180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5047970437185452180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5047970437185452180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha-i-am-trouble.html' title='Hahaha! I AM Trouble!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S3m-cQlcYLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/78-40bujgMA/s72-c/100_1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1132669943344149975</id><published>2010-02-11T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:54:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race is everything</title><content type='html'>I was in a situation recently, where the statement was made 'race is irrelevant'. In the conversation, that was the case, however, the whole idea has been bugging me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race is everything. Family history-- where we all come from-- that's everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my husband's great grandparents came from Germany and refused to speak German, though their English was poor, and would beat their daughter for speaking German, and she, in turn, went into an abusive relationship, where she allowed her husband to browbeat her children physically and emotionally. Which led to my MIL (whom I love dearly) to be overly harsh to her children-- which led to my husband being afraid to cross anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not creating blame or excuses or any of that-- I'm just telling the story. Who we are is completely based on where we came from. The values we learn, even to how much attention we crave... those of us whole love books, those who love spotlights-- it all comes from somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are what we came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race is everything. My Irish ancestors struggled and came to start a new life here. My Dutch ancestors carved a home for themselves here. I cannot pretend that they never existed-- I must know them to know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My scandalous multi-great Scott ancestor-- I am like him. By learning about him I know where I get my scheming clever ways of dealing with things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's wrong to separate the child from the parent. We need to know. Why did my ggg-whatever grandfather come from Ireland? Because his family was shipped to Australia and he was being drafted into a constabulary against his own people. I saw the draft notice. He left a month later. Why were they sent to Australia? Because they were starving and his father stole a cow to feed his 12 children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith's gg-grandmother's sister was 13 when they came to America from England. Her parents placed her in a boarding house full of young men and lived off of her wages without working themselves. She disappeared from the censuses before the sister was even half-grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are real people and we cannot turn away from their stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a product of my history. I am their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1132669943344149975?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1132669943344149975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1132669943344149975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1132669943344149975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1132669943344149975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/race-is-everything.html' title='Race is everything'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5571432371280712963</id><published>2010-02-11T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:54:47.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTkxMDg2MTcyNSZwdD*xMjY1OTEwODk3ODQxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed169.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu236%2Fissylthesthlia%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5571432371280712963?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5571432371280712963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5571432371280712963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5571432371280712963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5571432371280712963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-984267795829502245</id><published>2010-02-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:31:09.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes doing the right thing just STINKS.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes doing the right thing just STINKS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working for several weeks on a trade for two Nigerian Dwarf does. They are small enough and mature, actually in milk, so they would have been great in our backyard. HOWEVER, the idea of them being here was stressing Keith out, so I called off the trade. I should feel happy, right, for doing the right thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead I'm just plain miserable. I keep crying for no reason (and I rarely cry anymore). For whatever reason, this is just really upsetting to me. I did for Keith to be happy, and he will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just have to not be miserable about doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-984267795829502245?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/984267795829502245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=984267795829502245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/984267795829502245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/984267795829502245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-doing-right-thing-just-stinks.html' title='Sometimes doing the right thing just STINKS.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8561744829573368626</id><published>2010-02-03T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:35:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I'm preparing myself mentally for Keith to be gone. If he gets the job he really wants, then he'll be gone for training for one whole month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was in bed, thinking about everything Keith does and how I'll have to pick up the slack when he's gone, so that everything can flow properly. He does a LOT, but I kept thinking, it's going to be hard, but I can manage. It will be OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I realized that,when I wake up in the middle of the night (I always do), that he won't be curled up in his blanket on his side of the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes welled up and my throat started to burn. Of all the things he does and is, having him there at night, making me feel safe and not alone, that is what I'm going to miss the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can do this-- I won't hold him back from what he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8561744829573368626?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8561744829573368626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8561744829573368626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8561744829573368626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8561744829573368626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/midnight-thoughts.html' title='Midnight Thoughts...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5793518371682324231</id><published>2010-02-02T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:25:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht6T1WgzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0jdA59dG4lk/s1600-h/100_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht6T1WgzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0jdA59dG4lk/s400/100_1608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713798946390834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht5_K6y0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/O9QBUMhIw3c/s1600-h/100_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht5_K6y0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/O9QBUMhIw3c/s400/100_1610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713793399704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht5DZemoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QER_kUUJIJs/s1600-h/100_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht5DZemoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QER_kUUJIJs/s400/100_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713777354644098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht4s-e4PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YP2ZffUoMLE/s1600-h/100_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht4s-e4PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YP2ZffUoMLE/s400/100_1615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713771335835890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht4LruR2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/D-FgyyYzRrU/s1600-h/100_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht4LruR2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/D-FgyyYzRrU/s400/100_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713762398783330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5793518371682324231?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5793518371682324231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5793518371682324231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5793518371682324231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5793518371682324231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2ht6T1WgzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0jdA59dG4lk/s72-c/100_1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3792390165825906589</id><published>2010-02-02T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:19:47.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Crepes-- Gluten Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hsfOr359I/AAAAAAAAAj0/S5bq_1TlHSs/s1600-h/100_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hsfOr359I/AAAAAAAAAj0/S5bq_1TlHSs/s400/100_1598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433712234196363218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hsepFpdgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/FgaWBn89aY0/s1600-h/100_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hsepFpdgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/FgaWBn89aY0/s400/100_1592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433712224103921154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hseJxipLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/jJzY-gXS0eI/s1600-h/100_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hseJxipLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/jJzY-gXS0eI/s400/100_1591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433712215698089138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we tried making gluten-free crepes for the first time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mixed the batter up and Keith made the actual crepes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were good-- the boys never knew they were different. Keith and I noticed they were a little sweeter and grainer than usual. Keith said they weren't as supple. All around, though, it was nice to be able to have crepes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3792390165825906589?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3792390165825906589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3792390165825906589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3792390165825906589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3792390165825906589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-crepes-gluten-free.html' title='Sunday Crepes-- Gluten Free!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2hsfOr359I/AAAAAAAAAj0/S5bq_1TlHSs/s72-c/100_1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-9170729457446854878</id><published>2010-01-28T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:50:42.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcshsynI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oUisbswfVEw/s1600-h/100_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcshsynI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oUisbswfVEw/s400/100_1582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431863911620856434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcshsynI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oUisbswfVEw/s1600-h/100_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcshsynI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oUisbswfVEw/s1600-h/100_1582.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Mystique and Spike, on the "road" the boys built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcEW_t6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/PuIx6YRplYU/s400/100_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431863900838541218" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcEW_t6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/PuIx6YRplYU/s1600-h/100_1585.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Iceberg and Megan in the new shed-coop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbbmS1X3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/rUsM02vTBiQ/s1600-h/100_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbbmS1X3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/rUsM02vTBiQ/s400/100_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431863892768022386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Spike, the rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbbKtwDSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/38BEBFXoGog/s1600-h/100_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbbKtwDSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/38BEBFXoGog/s400/100_1588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431863885364727074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Icy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbavE8EyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uqWYNGD-Ri4/s1600-h/100_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbavE8EyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uqWYNGD-Ri4/s400/100_1589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431863877945791266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The muscovy ducks, hiding in the shed-- the two you can see are Angel and Magpie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-9170729457446854878?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/9170729457446854878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=9170729457446854878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9170729457446854878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9170729457446854878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/enjoying-rain.html' title='Enjoying the rain...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S2HbcshsynI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oUisbswfVEw/s72-c/100_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4422282674012434059</id><published>2010-01-28T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:54:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illness and School...</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I was sick a lot (ok, I still get sick a lot). I would get sick, and then miss a significant chunk of school and then get all nervous and scared and not want to go back. I ended up hating school in general, because going back and being behind was so hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bringing this up because Kevin has been sick for a long time. He was in school Monday, but the DR. said we had sent him back too early. So he missed Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we sent him back to school, sobbing his heart out. He was trying so hard to be brave, but you could tell he was terrified. I told him he could call me, but it didn't help because he, like me, would never ask his teacher to let him talk to his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That boy is too much like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin says that he wants to be homeschooled, but I don't really believe him. He loves the kindergarten concerts and presentations, he loves knowing things, and he really has thrived there. It's just that horrible feeling of going back to school and realizing you missed things. I wish we hadn't had to keep him home, but it's not exactly fair to everyone else, especially him, to send a child with a fever to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it, because I know he's not just being dramatic. I remember so well how that feels-- the horrible butterflies in my stomach and shaking. I was truly terrified and I could never explain to anyone why I felt the way I did. And now I am putting Kevin through the same thing. It breaks my heart... BUT I want to do what's best for him. I don't think showing him that he can quit is a healthy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Kevin went sobbing on his way to school today, held on Daddy's shoulder, trying so hard to stifle his tears, but they would come anyway. And each tear honestly broke my heart. I wanted to take care of him, and he didn't want to have anything to do with me. He was trying to be strong, and turning to Mommy would break it all to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure he'll come home today excited again about school. He'll have things to show me and tell me and things will get back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4422282674012434059?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4422282674012434059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4422282674012434059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4422282674012434059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4422282674012434059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/illness-and-school.html' title='Illness and School...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8170545391629249966</id><published>2010-01-26T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:00:56.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predators... the bane of my existence</title><content type='html'>The other morning we had a predator in the yard. I was awakened by the heavy flapping of duck wings and a weird strangled duck-ish sound. Because I was holding Kasen, it being 3 am, I poked Keith and said 'there's something out there!'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith immediately went to the door and turned on the lights in time to see something jump over the back fence. He thinks it was a bobcat. I've seen the prints in the mud, and I think he may be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith then went outside to see what the damage was and only found two of our three muscovies. He locked them up in the shed and came in to tell me, where I was positive everyone was dead, like what happened last summer. I was devestated and feeling like every time I reach for my dream, it ends in disaster, and wondering if I had it in me to try and try and try when I always fail. Emotionally, things have been very exhausting for me with animals and all the losses we've had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up and went around outside and there was no sign of the missing duck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, however, there was a present by my bedroom sliding glass door to the yard. Hershey, my brown muscovy, was sitting on the step, looking a little battered, but very much alive. I let her into the shed with her sisters and had a prayer of thanksgiving that she was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, that with everything going on in the world as it has been, that it may be selfish of me to first mourn and then rejoice over a duck, but, I really believe, that it's the small things that can shatter us or put us back together. At least, I know that's true for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To protect the girls (and one illicit boy) Keith set up the shed as a new coop. It's secure, roomy, and now organized with plenty of laying spaces and cozy nooks for the flock. All they need is some straw and everything will be hunky-dory. The straw is a must... ducks are pretty stinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been struck with illness in the family, but yesterday Keith and the bigger boys put in some garden in the pen where the chickens used to live. They planted onions, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and lettuce. I'm not sure what else may have ended up in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have hope that this year will be better. The garden will survive and I will feed my family off of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon, as things start coming into season, we'll be making jam again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8170545391629249966?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8170545391629249966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8170545391629249966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8170545391629249966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8170545391629249966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/predators-bane-of-my-existence.html' title='Predators... the bane of my existence'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7737320346519188182</id><published>2010-01-23T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:02:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscovies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1sdVwdTZNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XOeqrKhKrRk/s400/100_1561.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429966035347530962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1sdWn-Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/g6fdVjsJib0/s400/100_1560.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429966050249121730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1sdXH4zMnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KQlrYOQ0lpM/s1600-h/100_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1sdXH4zMnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KQlrYOQ0lpM/s400/100_1553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429966058816746098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/891548388659230658-7737320346519188182?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7737320346519188182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7737320346519188182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7737320346519188182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7737320346519188182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/muscovies.html' title='Muscovies!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1sdVwdTZNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XOeqrKhKrRk/s72-c/100_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4663008446819461188</id><published>2010-01-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:41:45.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Garden or Not to Garden</title><content type='html'>Keith is in the process of applying to several jobs. Or, rather, he has applied to several jobs and now we're in the 'sit and wait' period to see if we get a call back from any of them. This makes me (the optimistic pessimist) think towards the future while it makes Keith (the pessimistic optimist) refuse to think ahead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing we have in common, though, is this question-- "should we put in the garden this year, or not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, mine largely stems from the idea that we might be moving. Keith says that's the same for him, too, but I can see in his eyes that it might have something to do with the fact that I murder our garden every year. And, to make the sin more great, I always kill it in its prime. Right *before* we get anything good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that track record, why is it that I don't want to put plants in, to have them shrivel up and die if we leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I believe that, this year, I might actually keep the garden alive! Really, I do! Well, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Keith? Well, he would like to save on that water bill, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4663008446819461188?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4663008446819461188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4663008446819461188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4663008446819461188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4663008446819461188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-garden-or-not-to-garden.html' title='To Garden or Not to Garden'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1395984887534915272</id><published>2010-01-19T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:41:15.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1YKzVaao2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/FQ0K8IrQqAk/s1600-h/100_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1YKzVaao2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/FQ0K8IrQqAk/s400/100_1504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538277879260002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1YKywHn7tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/CMOTkD6xjqw/s1600-h/100_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1YKywHn7tI/AAAAAAAAAhw/CMOTkD6xjqw/s400/100_1503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428538267868327634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1395984887534915272?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1YKzVaao2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/FQ0K8IrQqAk/s72-c/100_1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2202124008517450300</id><published>2010-01-19T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:03:47.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>If you have a nightmare, which includes being branded on your neck with a hot iron, you may wake to discover you've bitten a hole in your cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2202124008517450300?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2202124008517450300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2202124008517450300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2202124008517450300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2202124008517450300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5437591423949005352</id><published>2010-01-18T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:28:07.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Npw that my body isn't busy being allergic to gluten all my sensitivities are worse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dairy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, tell me what I'm supposed to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5437591423949005352?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5437591423949005352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5437591423949005352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5437591423949005352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5437591423949005352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/npw-that-my-body-isnt-busy-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7876439513097500212</id><published>2010-01-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:19:21.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, barf.</title><content type='html'>I cannot eat store bought eggs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7876439513097500212?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7876439513097500212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7876439513097500212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7876439513097500212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7876439513097500212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-barf.html' title='Oh, barf.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8264573052730973388</id><published>2010-01-15T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:26:54.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1DrqPs-q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4rQazhZs3PM/s1600-h/100_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1DrqPs-q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4rQazhZs3PM/s400/100_1501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096661983669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/S1DrqPs-q2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4rQazhZs3PM/s72-c/100_1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-9105010879379975360</id><published>2010-01-14T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:59:48.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were to change my book's name...</title><content type='html'>For those who have read my book, Dangers-- what title would you give it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-9105010879379975360?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1846191359543863451</id><published>2010-01-13T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:23:45.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is about an IUD-- warning!</title><content type='html'>So, I got my copper-wire IUD put in this afternoon and, as always with 'girl stuff' it was a horrendous experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to sign a waiver that I was getting it by my own free will. I am-- but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say Keith looked at me after the waiver left the room and said, "I know you're doing this for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insertion failed the first time. The second time was a success but one of the threads got bunched up, so I have to go back in a few weeks and see if it has fixed itself so it can be trimmed and fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the table for a long time and the cramping is what I would call 'three centimeters dilated' I am on 800 mg of ibuprofin and still in a lot of pain. So much to go through for something I don't really believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sharp suddenness of the pain was really a shock to me. I went to my happy place and tried to force myself to relax. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I don't know why I seem to have such serious pain for these relatively simple procedures. I've been told I have an 'irritable uterus' and a 'irritable cervix', but why does that mean that anything to do with my 'women parts' has to be so painful all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Keith is right, maybe there are no more children in our future, but the very thought of Kasen being our last devastates me. Motherhood may be my only redeeming quality.&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/891548388659230658-1846191359543863451?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1846191359543863451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1846191359543863451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1846191359543863451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1846191359543863451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-post-is-about-iud-warning.html' title='This post is about an IUD-- warning!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4821338361399957799</id><published>2010-01-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:25:30.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever day this is...</title><content type='html'>I've been completely in another land-- researching heritage animals to raise. I'm determined that, no matter where we get a job, we will homestead at some level. I'm very fascinated by Gloucestershire Old Spot Pigs and Dexter cattle. I like the dexters because they are pretty well 50/50 meat and milk. They're also very eye-appealing (at least to me).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also my way of keeping positive about finding a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen has been really trying to figure out how to crawl. Last night he started climbing up pn his elbows and knees and kind of kangaroo bouncing forward. It was adorable! He's a darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been monitoring my weight again and have recovered from the weight spike last week, plus losing one additional pound. I have 16 pounds left to lose! Eep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no doubt that getting off of gluten has been making a huge difference. Also, making sure I eat regularly and not so many apples (!!! blood sugar issues!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also decided its ok to share what I want, instead of always bowing to other people. It's against my instincts, but it's ok to know what I want and go for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4821338361399957799?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4821338361399957799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4821338361399957799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4821338361399957799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4821338361399957799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatever-day-this-is.html' title='Whatever day this is...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3082466638771478819</id><published>2010-01-08T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:51:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After losing eight pounds, I exercised, and the next day (yesterday) it was all back. I am now slowly losing it all again. I figure I'm holding onto water. Who knows, really, but it's frustrating!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen is creeping. It's pretty funny, because you put him down, turn around, and he's suddenly in a new place. When you're watching he's too busy grinning at you to get anywhere. Sometimes he loves creeping, other time he yells the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember my other babies getting rugburn like he is. Maybe I just don't remember? It's pretty bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3082466638771478819?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3082466638771478819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3082466638771478819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3082466638771478819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3082466638771478819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-losing-eight-pounds-i-exercised.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6391278314232766251</id><published>2010-01-07T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:02:40.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia... hits the wall.</title><content type='html'>Last week we drove by my childhood home. It has changed so much that its hardly recognizable and, the worst part, is that they tore down the barn my dad built.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its time to face that the kingdom of my imagination no longer is headquartered there. It's not 'my' house anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-6391278314232766251?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6391278314232766251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6391278314232766251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6391278314232766251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6391278314232766251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/nostalgia-hits-wall.html' title='Nostalgia... hits the wall.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2581612654235893842</id><published>2010-01-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:18:57.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little laugh...</title><content type='html'>If you go on google and search "Bonnie Lewis" and horse you come up with page after page after page of horse quotes-0- and, yep! That was me at thirteen or so! Two little poems I wrote without much thought are probably going to be my only claim to fame as a writer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my little giggle. I wonder if anyone ever wonders who "Bonnie Lewis" is that they quote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2581612654235893842?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2581612654235893842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2581612654235893842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2581612654235893842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2581612654235893842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-laugh.html' title='My little laugh...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7406800285901446055</id><published>2010-01-04T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:28:28.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>So far, so good today. I have a mild headache and some joint soreness, but nothing really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weighed myself this morning and, in the last week, I have lost five pounds. I haven't been trying to, at this point. I have just been keeping clear of gluten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body is obviously making a transition. I hope that by listening to it I can finally be a well person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7406800285901446055?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7406800285901446055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7406800285901446055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7406800285901446055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7406800285901446055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1948967563941672215</id><published>2009-12-31T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:28:11.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's day five</title><content type='html'>It's day Five gluten-free and I'm miserable, though I feel better currently than I did last night (I thank Shaklee DR for that). Yesterday my tonsils all swelled up. Also, we noticed that the whites of my eyes are tinted a pale yellow. Keith says that's true every time I'm sick, but I had no idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figure my system is cleaning up with no gluten in my system it can stress about everything else.  I'm going to give myself at least a week or two to detox and see if overall things improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now this is not improvement. This stinks. I feel horrible and I'm just trying to get things done, because the house has, yet again, fallen behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1948967563941672215?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1948967563941672215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1948967563941672215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1948967563941672215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1948967563941672215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-day-five.html' title='It&apos;s day five'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4244818747686583418</id><published>2009-12-29T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:54:30.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Day 2 gluten free was horrible. By night time I had a raging headache and had a full-force joint flare-up-- Including my jaw attachments and cheekbones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nice, long, talk with my mom and I'm sticking to my guns. Perhaps my body is detoxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning (day three) my right side is stiff ad I still have a headache and my stomach is cramping, BUT nothing outside of what is normal for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm investigating leaky bowel syndrome-- which fits in some aspects, but not all. A simple urine test can verify that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also going to follow Manda's advice and have my blood sugar/insulin levels tested. That is, when I can. Insurance blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith got me a rice cooker last night to help me eat more easily. He also got me a Japanese mandolin for making pickles. I'm very grateful! He's so very supportive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4244818747686583418?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4244818747686583418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4244818747686583418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4244818747686583418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4244818747686583418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1276429721355783668</id><published>2009-12-28T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:00:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence against Endo</title><content type='html'>Endometriosis only exists in menstruating women. Mom, who has gone through menopause (finally!) still has what I call the 'family' symptoms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can pretty definitively say that there is an inherited inflammation issue. Now we just have to figure out why and how to combat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the only case subject I know the story of in depth-- I'll be trackinig myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is day 2 gluten free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both hands and right elbow are flaring up (pretty normal for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case history:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've always, as long as I can remember, caught every illness going around. Not only would I catch it, but it would knock me flat and for longer than my peers. I missed a lot of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have always had horeendous and disabling periods-- esp. the first day. Even now, with children, my periods have always been miserable and very painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I get diahhrea frequently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have food sensitivities-- citrus, milk, wheat, anything tropical, anything containing sugar, anything red... like tomatoes and strawberries... just about anything containing protein such as eggs (store bought) and legumes. Home-raised eggs do not affect me as badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I am allergic to alfalfa-- even if I get near it. My reaction is to have a hard time breathing and to have mt whole body 'flare up'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Around 17 my hands started hurting and stiffening. I was feeding alfalfa every day. Two years after my last contact with alfalfa I was pregnant with my third child, I was incapacitated by body-wide joint and muscle pain. I was tested for RA, lupus, etc etc etc, All negative. My body wasn't attacking the baby so I got shrugged off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* During my second pregnancy I couldn't keep food down for the whole pregnancy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I get migraiones, especially when pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My joints still flare up without warning. I have not found a pattern in the flare ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I am allergic to cigarette smoke. It makes me ill and flares my joints up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Currently, after baby 3, my diet and exercise are having not effect on me. I am heavier than I have ever been and, though I do usually 100 crunches a day, my abs are still separated. I'm not THAT stressed about all this because I'm still very post-partum. Oh, and I'm losing my hair. My ponytail has never been this thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I should mention that I have an anxiety disorder. I pinpoint it becoming a serious challenge at around 15, though I was always displaying signs of it, A low dose of sertraline keeps me even-keeled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* When I am in contact with something I'm allergic to I get 'itchy acne' along my chin and throat and jaw line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* On consuming carbs or something sweet I get seriously thirsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I drink about 12 bottles of water a day. I am always thirsty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Blood sugar and food sesitivities make me moody, and give me migraines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have the puzzle pieces and need to fit things together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1276429721355783668?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1276429721355783668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1276429721355783668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1276429721355783668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1276429721355783668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/evidence-against-endo.html' title='Evidence against Endo'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2252995774488995378</id><published>2009-12-27T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:43:54.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One Gluten-Free and researching</title><content type='html'>So, in light of some developments in the family, I am more determined than ever to try to uncover some health trends that seem to haunt the family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The women tend to be sick compared to the men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Heavy Periods with crippling cramps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Food intolerences, including gluten sesitivity that does not test positive in a celiac disease test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Joint, bone, and muscle pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Chronic back pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my own history I have had bowel problems, usually connected to menstrual cycles. I have food sensitivities and intolerences, I have joint and muscle pain-- was tested for RA and Celiac disease and, though my white blood cell count was elevated, it did not point to any specific explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get well. I want to be well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's some interesting facts out there. Gluten intolerance (not celiac) is associated a 'sister ailment' with endometriosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celiac.com/gluten-free/lofiversion/index.php/t9684.html"&gt;http://www.celiac.com/gluten-free/lofiversion/index.php/t9684.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS we already know we have it in our family and it RUNS IN FAMILIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems more likely to me that there is one larger ailment running in the family in common rather than the long long long list of problems the women in the family have. Even the trend of serious back pain could be explained if we all had various forms of endometriosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, endometriosis does not always effect fertility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how diagnosis are being made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehealthmd.com/library/endometriosis/EM_diagnosis.html"&gt;http://www.ehealthmd.com/library/endometriosis/EM_diagnosis.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intend to continue doing my research on this subject and to test. If NOT the case, then at least it's one thing written out of what the problems could be. So far I have tested negative for fibromyalgia, RA, Lupus, and numerous other problems. All I have ever been told is that my white blood cell count is elevated and no one knows why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interesting fact is that a tilted uterus can be a sign of endometriosis, which we already know is common to the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS a note-- this research is purely for myself and I'm blogging it just to keep track of information. Hopefully I will not offend anyone by this research. I really want to find a fix for my health problems and, this time, I'm going to fight to find answers so I can have a more normal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2252995774488995378?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2252995774488995378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2252995774488995378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2252995774488995378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2252995774488995378'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6176485620217623643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6176485620217623643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SyglqvfG2nI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2JKpN1ih2FI/s72-c/100_1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1446127502232511443</id><published>2009-12-03T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:26:09.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, the other boys :)</title><content type='html'>Kevin is really excelling in school. He reads really well and is the epitome of good behavior... at school. At home he's been having his challenges. I think he's just not getting enough sleep. Even when he's in bed early, he doesn't fall asleep until late-- sounds like me! He's a really fun and imaginative boy and Noah wants to be exactly like him. The other day they set up a restaurant in the backyard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time the boys play super hero/ ninja turtle/ knights. Both boys love the Avatar and so have elemental 'powers'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah is off of all juice and most sweets and seems to be getting better. He's tiny... but he is growing. He's going through the ultra-terrible threes and seems to believe that tantrums can make the impossible possible. He's back in our bed after a serious power struggle. His health is just too important right now to have him up all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon we're going to be chicken-free. We're going to eat the three roosters we somehow ended up with and give the one pullet to my MIL. We've had a really bad year for animals and I'm seriously disheartened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith is still job searching. Hopefully we'll hear something soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been walking to school to pick up Kev lately, but we have to get a tire repaired now, so not today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1446127502232511443?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1446127502232511443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1446127502232511443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1446127502232511443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1446127502232511443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-other-boys.html' title='Ok, the other boys :)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4983950112659416507</id><published>2009-12-01T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:03:51.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, ok, OK!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that facebook puts a BIG damper on me blogging. And it's not that I don't have a lot to say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen is growing so fast and is so strong, that I don't even know how to handle it. I've never had a baby this young be this strong, so it's all new territory to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen can roll over both directions now. The second we put him down on his back it's POP! On his tummy and kicking his feet and very S-L-O-W-L-Y creeping away, usually singing the whole time and being excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves blankets and they go into his mouth at every opportunity. He smiles ALL the time. He's not extremely vocal. He doesn't make many sounds, except the occasional singing and then once in a while he gets upset and says 'wah'. It takes something big-- like scratching himself on the face-- to get him rattled enough to really cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get ready for Christmas while still pretending to believe that Keith was serious when he said he wanted to shop before last minute this year... it makes me antsy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I sold a recipe on etsy this morning! Yummy pickles! :) I can't sell the actual items because I don't have a registered kitchen :(.&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/891548388659230658-4983950112659416507?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4983950112659416507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4983950112659416507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4983950112659416507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4983950112659416507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-ok-ok.html' title='OK, ok, OK!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1922541815740178403</id><published>2009-10-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:40:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just realizing that the very things I praise and coo and giggle over in my baby are going to get him in trouble when he's older.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Awww! Super Pooper, Kasen! Good fartiung! Let's hear that burp!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1922541815740178403?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1922541815740178403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1922541815740178403&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1922541815740178403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1922541815740178403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-realizing-that-very-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-202380824989748426</id><published>2009-10-28T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:22:22.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lovely sister has pointed out that I've been neglecting my blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had some chaos here with tests on first Kasen and now Noah. (Not related)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen's vision and hearing are fine. Noah is having a difficult time with his health-- he's been losing weight and not growing for about six months. He's being tested for celiac disease as well as other issues that may be causing the problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to be better about blogging. It's challenging when I have to type with a baby on my lap (which is any time I'm on the computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen is two months old now and 13.5 lbs! He's a big and smiley boy. We've had several comments that he looks like the 'Godfather', as he has huge cheeks and rubs his hands together. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-202380824989748426?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/202380824989748426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=202380824989748426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/202380824989748426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/202380824989748426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lovely-sister-has-pointed-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8911624788319695100</id><published>2009-08-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:02:04.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>I just came across this great &lt;a href="http://www.gardeners.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-Gardeners-Site/default/Page-KitchenGardenDesigner"&gt;tool &lt;/a&gt;for putting in my fall garden...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8911624788319695100?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8911624788319695100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8911624788319695100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8911624788319695100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8911624788319695100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8005147673594420795</id><published>2009-08-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:18:55.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urg</title><content type='html'>Third migraine this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I have Noah's cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Post-partum stinks (think wah!!!!! over everything)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still have the best baby ever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8005147673594420795?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8005147673594420795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8005147673594420795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8005147673594420795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8005147673594420795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/urg.html' title='urg'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6883595180017750080</id><published>2009-08-22T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:30:47.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/24478/20060828/121058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 194px;" src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/24478/20060828/121058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Left: Kev Right: Noah both newborn                            &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/24478/20060828/121719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 193px;" src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/24478/20060828/121719.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Left: Noah Right: Kev  both five days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAzAIna4tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ut0KZuU3igI/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAzAIna4tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ut0KZuU3igI/s400/Kasenaug22+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372850432858841810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Kasen 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAy_kNwvkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/giz0861N0Zg/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAy_kNwvkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/giz0861N0Zg/s400/Kasenaug22+020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372850423087545922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Kasen 4 days&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/891548388659230658-6883595180017750080?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6883595180017750080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6883595180017750080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6883595180017750080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6883595180017750080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/comparisons.html' title='Comparisons'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAzAIna4tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ut0KZuU3igI/s72-c/Kasenaug22+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5917227836254643321</id><published>2009-08-22T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:50:24.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvtsQde6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MToSfPIAR7o/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvtsQde6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MToSfPIAR7o/s400/Kasenaug22+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846817473821602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvtHxnL7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/MZxMimsPWzY/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvtHxnL7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/MZxMimsPWzY/s400/Kasenaug22+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846807680757682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvsk2g4WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k93_Tjtdecs/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvsk2g4WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k93_Tjtdecs/s400/Kasenaug22+015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846798306074978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvsN8RfCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wtIRzXDUfcw/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvsN8RfCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wtIRzXDUfcw/s400/Kasenaug22+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846792156216354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvrhQJOLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/55q_fZuWP8A/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvrhQJOLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/55q_fZuWP8A/s400/Kasenaug22+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846780159965362" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is his little folded ear. Cute, huh? We don't know yet if it will be permanent. I think it's pretty darn cute. And, yes, his hearing is fine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5917227836254643321?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5917227836254643321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5917227836254643321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5917227836254643321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5917227836254643321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-his-little-folded-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAvtsQde6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MToSfPIAR7o/s72-c/Kasenaug22+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3207790401373864618</id><published>2009-08-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:46:50.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu5DmU20I/AAAAAAAAAco/oneFhHU2XuQ/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu5DmU20I/AAAAAAAAAco/oneFhHU2XuQ/s400/Kasenaug22+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845913206479682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu4m2-AzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-k9jEDW1qkM/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu4m2-AzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-k9jEDW1qkM/s400/Kasenaug22+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845905491657522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu34DsgaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PE0_WJuRR0c/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu34DsgaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PE0_WJuRR0c/s400/Kasenaug22+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845892928569762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu3Q3-_pI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/W4qC2HniyzY/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu3Q3-_pI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/W4qC2HniyzY/s400/Kasenaug22+020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845882410466962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu2ydF7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dkv1C0IdG14/s1600-h/Kasenaug22+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu2ydF7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dkv1C0IdG14/s400/Kasenaug22+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845874244611474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3207790401373864618?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3207790401373864618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3207790401373864618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3207790401373864618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3207790401373864618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SpAu5DmU20I/AAAAAAAAAco/oneFhHU2XuQ/s72-c/Kasenaug22+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5861166374220623389</id><published>2009-08-20T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:00:27.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25HXA3eDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/908atKet5a4/s1600-h/100_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25HXA3eDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/908atKet5a4/s400/100_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153466610743346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25GnxPvAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CvyxKWDtijs/s1600-h/100_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25GnxPvAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CvyxKWDtijs/s400/100_0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153453928758274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25GLVtTzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BxbkrnLI9-g/s1600-h/100_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5861166374220623389?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5861166374220623389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5861166374220623389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5861166374220623389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5861166374220623389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So25HXA3eDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/908atKet5a4/s72-c/100_0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1458428230309231195</id><published>2009-08-20T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:46:06.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So218YBIauI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SljT9vppSC8/s1600-h/100_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So218YBIauI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SljT9vppSC8/s320/100_0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372149979366845154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So21799VwaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eBR62iXkFGk/s1600-h/100_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So21799VwaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eBR62iXkFGk/s320/100_0990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372149972371620258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So217Yy6BNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Zdh3gimr4xE/s1600-h/100_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So217Yy6BNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Zdh3gimr4xE/s320/100_0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372149962395747538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So216rkyZUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SzFKxQRQpEQ/s1600-h/100_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So216rkyZUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SzFKxQRQpEQ/s320/100_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372149950256932162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So216JTdAEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tRtcrlJ-xvA/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So216JTdAEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tRtcrlJ-xvA/s320/100_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372149941057421378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later-- very tired...&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/891548388659230658-1458428230309231195?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1458428230309231195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1458428230309231195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1458428230309231195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1458428230309231195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/kasen.html' title='Kasen'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/So218YBIauI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SljT9vppSC8/s72-c/100_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-833586811244658609</id><published>2009-08-16T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:15:35.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1hWFteTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fEoMOYkjtvM/s1600-h/kindergarten+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1hWFteTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fEoMOYkjtvM/s320/kindergarten+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671771364981042" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is 'Fluffy Feet', our mutt chick that we hatched in our incubator about two weeks ago. Right now this is my favorite chick, because it is SOOOO bizarre looking. It's a frizzle, which means the feathers curl up all over, and I think it may have Turken blood too as it is NEKKID on its neck and back, though it has plenty of feathers on its feet. I want this one to be a pullet so bad, because it is so funny looking and cute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We currently have seven chicks and three older chicks that we got at the feed store. The older ones are living in the garden structure (garden is dead) and the younger ones are in a kiddie pool in the garage with their heat lamp. I think they're ready to move out as soon as we make them a spot. We have two Americaunas, one New Hampshire Red, 1 buff orpington, 2 white Pymouth rocks, one silver laced Wyandotte, and then three mutts.  It means waiting a loooong time for eggs, and there's no guarantee that all of these are pullets, but it was fun to hatch (7 chicks out of 80 EGGS????? THAT STANK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1g67iYCI/AAAAAAAAAao/V4nFtQlOAw0/s1600-h/kindergarten+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1g67iYCI/AAAAAAAAAao/V4nFtQlOAw0/s320/kindergarten+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671764074553378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1gD0nPHI/AAAAAAAAAag/aQRL6gmdmdI/s1600-h/kindergarten+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1gD0nPHI/AAAAAAAAAag/aQRL6gmdmdI/s320/kindergarten+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671749281561714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1fjbz-6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/0qyqjATZ7us/s1600-h/kindergarten+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1fjbz-6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/0qyqjATZ7us/s320/kindergarten+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671740587604898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1fDEdEgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nYTjAlmrbxE/s1600-h/kindergarten+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1fDEdEgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nYTjAlmrbxE/s320/kindergarten+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671731899699714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how you can see Pepsi in the background :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-833586811244658609?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/833586811244658609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=833586811244658609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/833586811244658609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/833586811244658609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-crazy-chicken.html' title='My Crazy Chicken'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/Soh1hWFteTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fEoMOYkjtvM/s72-c/kindergarten+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1982495709755858982</id><published>2009-08-16T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:19:29.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a weird pregnancy. I've been having some strong contractions, but it's usually only one or two spread over an hour. I've had bloody show (I know, TMI) for the last week. I'm sure there's progress going on, but, of course, it's hard to know what.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days-- esp. since Friday, I have been extremely uncomfortable. I'm crampy and achy and swollen. I'm miserable, to the point where Keith even noticed (LOL). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've been talking about the baby's name. We think we're going to name him Elijah Kasen and call him Eli, but it's hard, because we've been calling him Kasen this whole time, and it's a hard habit to break. I don't want to call him by his middle name. I want to name him what we'll call him. Keith has put it in my hands to make the final decision, which is... nice (?) of him, considering what a control freak he is :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just really uncomfortable and tired. And, frankly, I'm not looking forward to this labor and delivery. My last two were somewhat tramatic. I want to meet this baby so badly though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not complaining-- I'm kinda thinking 'out loud'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin's birthday was an adventure. We spent the day doing one on one time with him. We took him to the toy store to pick out a present (he got some in the morning), and then to his favorite place to eat (Gandhi) for lunch time. He got to play with his new trains with Daddy for a while and then we made a cake for his birthday together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party is today. Keith and I made a train cake and decorated it with M &amp;amp; Ms. It could be cuter :). The boys are getting their gifts from us that are the same at the party. It should be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yadda yadda. Blah blah blah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's exactly how I feel right now... BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1982495709755858982?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1982495709755858982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1982495709755858982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1982495709755858982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1982495709755858982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-weird-pregnancy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-836086090307521648</id><published>2009-08-14T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:12:20.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August is an Inconvenient Time to Have a Baby...</title><content type='html'>At least in our family, August is such a packed month that it's hard to find a time where it would actually be a good time to have this baby. Most Augusts that's true for us. This August it's more explicitly true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far we have fortunately missed Kev's first day of school, his school birthday (today). Over the next few days he'll have his Mom and Dad birthday and his joint birthday party with his brother. Then we have Noah's birthday, which he will have one on one time with Mom and Dad. AFTER all of that seems like it would be the best time to have this baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, we don't get to pick and choose :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this baby will come when he's ready and that he'll decide when that is. I really don't want to miss the coming birthdays, which, esp. for Kevin are realllly important events for us. So, I'm just sitting tight and letting what happens happen... and I stink at that :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT... I look at my seven little hatchling chickens. And the one with whom I interfered is the one that doesn't act quite right-- doesn't run as fast, has slower reflexes, sleeps more... So I have this reminder that interfering too much isn't necessarily a good thing. Of course, MY baby is healthy, and this chick was one who wasn't strong enough to hatch, so different story completely, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yawn, I'm sleepy and not making sense. I'm going to eat something, finish the last ten pages of the book I'm reading and cuddle for a few hours with Noah before getting Kev from school. I SHOULD be cleaning house. I'm NOT going to. I'm going to rest while I can... and NOT throw up my morning medication :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-836086090307521648?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/836086090307521648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=836086090307521648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/836086090307521648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/836086090307521648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-inconvenient-time-to-have.html' title='August is an Inconvenient Time to Have a Baby...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6181620585911295480</id><published>2009-08-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:30:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Labor... Again...</title><content type='html'>With Noah, I went through eight hours of false labor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was wakened at 3 am with contractions, pretty strong, until about 6:30, when they stalled. About fifteen minutes later I started bleeding bright blood, but not lots of it, so I ended up having to go into the women's center where they decided that it was normal bleeding from tiny capillaries rupturing as my cervix dialates. They gave us the option to stay there and see if we made progress, or go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home and tried walking. When I walk I get regular contractions, but they don't sustain themselves when I'm not moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, Keith is going back to work. Noah is at the office with Grandma Leah and I'm here feeling very... deflated. I'm crampy and uncomfortable and I know I should try to nap, but it takes me a really long time to fall asleep under the best circumstances. I know I should sleep and I know I should eat something, but right now I'm just bummed out and I feel like the boy who cried wolf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-6181620585911295480?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6181620585911295480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6181620585911295480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6181620585911295480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6181620585911295480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/false-labor-again.html' title='False Labor... Again...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-844159149270797463</id><published>2009-08-12T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:35:37.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kindergartner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLXWqOQGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Sxv9Ni_8c58/s1600-h/kindergarten+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLXWqOQGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Sxv9Ni_8c58/s320/kindergarten+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147676603334754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLW5lGP3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/p7MkMgURUic/s1600-h/kindergarten+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLW5lGP3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/p7MkMgURUic/s320/kindergarten+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147668797210482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLWDJJXXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5G8I4q2ON-0/s1600-h/kindergarten+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLWDJJXXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5G8I4q2ON-0/s320/kindergarten+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147654184459634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLVn-uRyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/kxRcxxK__FY/s1600-h/kindergarten+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLVn-uRyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/kxRcxxK__FY/s320/kindergarten+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147646892984098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-844159149270797463?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/844159149270797463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=844159149270797463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/844159149270797463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/844159149270797463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-kindergartner.html' title='My Kindergartner'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SoMLXWqOQGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Sxv9Ni_8c58/s72-c/kindergarten+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5397293862557639232</id><published>2009-08-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:43:36.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning...</title><content type='html'>Noah and I have been having a blast together today. I've been letting him be 'in charge'-- telling me how to get dressed and what we're going to eat, etc. We were gifted with some lovely clothes for the boys last night from a couple in the ward and he's prancing around in SpongeBob pajamas (I HATE Spongebob! But Noah does look cute :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was sitting down to eat his noodles when he suddenly turned and said, matter-of-factly, "My baby is coming out today. I'm going to push."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5397293862557639232?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5397293862557639232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5397293862557639232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5397293862557639232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5397293862557639232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-morning.html' title='This Morning...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4792807865090505015</id><published>2009-08-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:16:18.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BABY!</title><content type='html'>No, not the one I'm still carrying... but Kevin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starts kindergarten tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing-- I like his school and his teacher OK. It's just the thought of not having him around anymore than bugs me-- that and the fact that I *hated* school. Kevin is intense and I worry that that and his shyness will make school a difficult thing for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have so many worries and self-doubts that I will let him down. I know that I need to be in there volunteering as much as possible, but it's just not going to happen. I can barely face driving to school tomorrow to pick him up. In fact, thinking about that, alone, makes me stress out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my *Kevin*-- my little baby who didn't want to thrive, my creative, impulsive, organized, driven, son. He isn't a cuddly child, but once in a while he'll show real affection for me. Lately he's been asking for 'Mommy Only' time in the night time and we just go to my room and talk about random things. I *love* it, and it's never long enough because Daddy gets distracted and Noah shows up, grinning, to say 'that's my spot, Kev!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if he's overlooked because he's so quiet? What if he refuses to show his teacher what he already knows and she lables him, without realizing that he already knows how to read, that he knows it all, but he's unlikely to show it to her, because he just doesn't like being put on the spot. Even with us he'll play dumb if he's put on the spot or feels pressured...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do want him socialized. I want him to know his peers and be able to play and get along with them well. I want him to learn social skills that I never learned, and to have a learning environment where, perhaps, he won't challenge everything the teacher says like he does with me. I am SO worried that the opposite will happen. I'm scared that school will feel to him like it did to me, and that he'll be so stressed out and scared to go that he'll do anything not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already decided that if he doesn't thrive this year, and love it, that I'm homeschooling him next year.  I don't want him to think we can just quit things mid-stream, and I've been accused of teaching him that as it is, because of situations like the goats, etc. that have not worked out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, you know what? We looked at the curriculum and it's all going to be review until December at the earliest for him. He knows so much about the world around him through all the things we've done together, and we've read together so much, and done numbers... I hope he walks in there and is filled with confidence when he realizes how ahead he is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss him so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4792807865090505015?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4792807865090505015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4792807865090505015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4792807865090505015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4792807865090505015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby.html' title='My BABY!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1301377621829341926</id><published>2009-08-01T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:13:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which Noah spends $150 on ebay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Apparently even my two year old can figure out ebay. I found out today that he bought (Buy it now option) a HUGE BEEHIVE on ebay. He only had to get to ebay, log in as me (semi-self-filling form) click Buy It Now and then confirm the purchase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!! This is taking precocious too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the seller will understand/believe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1301377621829341926?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1301377621829341926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1301377621829341926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1301377621829341926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1301377621829341926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-which-noah-spends-150-on-ebay.html' title='In which Noah spends $150 on ebay...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7991738616106555594</id><published>2009-07-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:15:51.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kid You NOT!</title><content type='html'>We came home to this: a Sonoran Desert Toad apparently thought that the shiny end of our dog's leash was edible. We were unable to remove it, so Keith was forced to cut the leash...&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SnILxcQo2-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/W9FeqJY1xZ8/s320/toad+004.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364363050179156962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SnILx8jWM3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FXlxujdZ_ro/s320/toad+005.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364363058847560562" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SnILyDy7FOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-faj1CDnuAs/s1600-h/toad+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SnILyDy7FOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-faj1CDnuAs/s320/toad+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364363060791940322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7991738616106555594?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7991738616106555594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7991738616106555594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7991738616106555594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7991738616106555594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-kid-you-not.html' title='I Kid You NOT!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SnILxcQo2-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/W9FeqJY1xZ8/s72-c/toad+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7950350345856068394</id><published>2009-07-29T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:15:17.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone want to do Meat Chickens?</title><content type='html'>I've been considering doing meat chickens-- I can figure how many I can stack in our freezer for a year,-- but the cheapest/best way to do it is to split a shipment. My parents are coming to visit me September first, which means that anyone on their way back to Utah or in Utah could grab a share of any order that we did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking about doing Freedom Ranger chicks-- they have better mortality rates than CornishXs, though they may not get as big. They are generally processed at 9 weeks for 5 lbs birds or 13 weeks for broilers (8 lbs on average, I believe). Processing (when not done yourself) generally runs between $1-$2 a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if anyone is interested, please let me know. I'm unlikely to do this myself, as there is a 25 chick minimum and I have laying chickens in the incubator and a 24 bird limit where I live :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meat chickens need lots of water and feed that is about 22% protein (can be purchased at most feed stores) and can free range on grass with table scraps, etc. (Despite what "free range organic" eggs claim at the supermarket, no chicken is a vegetarian, so they are great as garbage disposals :)) As a 9-13 week project, it's a cheap/interesting way to get better tasting meat. The non-meat home grown roosters we've had have had enough flavor improvement to be very much preferred over the store bought ones. Plus, we have the option to avoid medication in our meat this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let me know if you're interested and we'll see what we can work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, if you want any rare-breed laying chicks let me know and I'll see what hatches. They're due this coming week. They'd be straight run (unsexed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7950350345856068394?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7950350345856068394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7950350345856068394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7950350345856068394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7950350345856068394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-anyone-want-to-do-meat-chickens.html' title='Does anyone want to do Meat Chickens?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6221397469076272352</id><published>2009-07-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:00:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>Noah: Chickens! Chickens!&lt;div&gt;Kev: I hate to tell you this, but our chickens are dead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah: No! I want my chickens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kev: Let's think about something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-6221397469076272352?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6221397469076272352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6221397469076272352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6221397469076272352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6221397469076272352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5872579769376173456</id><published>2009-07-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:22:52.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi... and a JOB OPPORTUNITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/newdog034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/newdog034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to call "Banjo" Pepsi... We picked her up yesterday, though she has not been spayed yet due to a case of the sniffles. She has an appointment in September to take care of that. Meanwhile, she's adjusting nicely to family life. She's very timid, and completely Silent. We have yet to hear a single sound from her. She's had some handling somewhere, but we suspect that it wasn't the kindest. She knows how to sit and fetch already and she's very good with the boys. Her sensitivity is making her very easy to train. It's just that once in a while she flinches and runs and you know she's expecting something bad to happen to her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot dogs for tricks have instilled some trust/loyalty between her and Keith and I. She'll stick to our sides like a very happy burr will sit in front of us to get affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and Jade tiptoe around eachother, but it looks like they're going to end up being friends once the whole 'PFFFFFFFT!!' cat moments pass :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepsi is actually a really good name for her-- she's bubbly and sweet :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Even more exciting is that Keith has heard that he's going to get a call back to take a writing assesment test for a job he really wants. We could really REALLY use this job, so we're sending out a prayer request that we'll be able to get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5872579769376173456?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5872579769376173456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5872579769376173456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5872579769376173456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5872579769376173456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/pepsi-and-job-opportunity.html' title='Pepsi... and a JOB OPPORTUNITY!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6204551486804992133</id><published>2009-07-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:38:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Banjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SmDg7KfKfkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RI_2FVJnjzc/s1600-h/banjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SmDg7KfKfkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RI_2FVJnjzc/s400/banjo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359530863602859586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet "Banjo", our new dog. I actually think she may end up keeping the name the dog walkers at the pound named her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banjo is getting picked up on Monday, after getting spayed. She is such a mellow, sweet girl. She already walks on a leash and seems to know the command "sit". She loves the boys, and recognized me and them when we went to go see her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a really good feeling about Banjo. I think she's going to be a GREAT addition to our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-6204551486804992133?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6204551486804992133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6204551486804992133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6204551486804992133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6204551486804992133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-banjo.html' title='Meet Banjo...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SmDg7KfKfkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RI_2FVJnjzc/s72-c/banjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-376273813598772692</id><published>2009-07-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:07:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, because of some serious thinking and some events in the family, we bought a car... new to us... a 2000 Dodge Durango. It was below kelly blue book, but we had to put some work into it. Still, it takes some pressure off of us, we will now definately have a vehicle that safely holds three carseats. PHEW!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU Martie! For the amazing box of clothes! I can't tell you how much it is appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had visitors (family) this week, and it was a ton of fun. We are now, of course, all behind on sleep now :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I candled the eggs I set last weekend today (well, some of them) and it looks like all is developing really well in there! Yay! There were a few infertile eggs (clear), but, luckily for me, they were all of a breed I wasn't too keen on, so that's all for the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hatching these eggs is actually kind of nerve-wracking :) So much is at stake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I are going out this afternoon to go pick out a birthday present they really want-- a beautiful Border Collie from the pound. We spent a while there yesterday and she stood out with personality by far. I'm going to go do the paperwork later, as Keith didn't decide until a little while ago that getting her would be OK :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I *am* a little concerned that she will have been adopted in the meantime, but that's the risk we have to take, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-376273813598772692?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/376273813598772692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=376273813598772692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/376273813598772692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/376273813598772692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-because-of-some-serious-thinking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3818132721516110138</id><published>2009-07-10T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:40:32.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So, we lost our whole flock early this week. I don't want to get into details, but a coyote jumped our 6 foot fence and slaughtered everything, then piled them neatly and started eating. We saw him eating our favorite hen, and, when he saw me, I watched him jump back out of thie yard. The goose was apparently the first to go... and the coyote left nothing-- so... ducks, goose, three leghorn chicks, the remaining six laying hens... gone. Wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So, I'm going to try my hand at incubating again to replace them, though it means no eggs from our own yard for about 23+ weeks. Yeah, like six months :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm trying to get a good variety of eggs-- lots of different colors and breeds. We'll be sending off some to the feed store on consignment, and roosters, of course, will have to be dealt with. We want to end up with 10 laying pullets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In the meantime, we have to coyote proof our coop and yard more. Who knew they could jump like that? I didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Our first batch of eggs arrived today and so far we have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Araucanas (rumpless, blue egg layers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rhode Island Reds (standard chicken, brown eggs)&lt;br /&gt;Salmon Faverolle (five-toed breed, brown eggs)&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo Marans (DARK egg layers)&lt;br /&gt;Silver Leghorns (a prettier version of the classic white-laying hen)&lt;br /&gt;Buff Cochins (feather-legged and mild mannered, lay light brown eggs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We have other varieties that should be coming too... so we should have a range from green/blue to nearly black eggs, which will be fun. Of course, they all taste the same, but, I figured... might as well have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I haven't hatched eggs in a year, so I feel like I'm starting over. We'll see what kind of hatch rate I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And yes, this is probably stupid timing considering my due date :). We should have chicks 21 days from setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/891548388659230658-3818132721516110138?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3818132721516110138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3818132721516110138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3818132721516110138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3818132721516110138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title='Ok...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8371627785251671714</id><published>2009-07-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:37:11.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress tests are going fine so far-- we've been able to get in and out in about 20 minutes each time, so nothing too horrible about the experience. It's a little tedious, but preventative attention is always a good thing :).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a storm the other night and somehow Silver ended up in the alley. Keith found dog prints and pieces of her everywhere, so we lost our favorite chicken. Then, this morning, he found our one female duck dead. We've lost four birds in the last two weeks, which is so hard to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of that, Toot and the ducks are going to freezer camp. We think the goose is pretty responsible for at least half of the deaths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've replaced some of the lost chickens and currently have three young little leghorn pullets in their own pen within the chicken pen. They've been names Butterfly, Rosie, and Dandelion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen seems a lot lower/deeper today than he has been and I'm walking a little more easily, so I think he's 'dropped'. As it is we have 3-7 weeks left to go!&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/891548388659230658-8371627785251671714?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8371627785251671714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8371627785251671714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8371627785251671714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8371627785251671714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress-tests-are-going-fine-so-far-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8349761093354696377</id><published>2009-06-29T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:05:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F U N</title><content type='html'>Starting tomorrow evening, twice a week, for the rest of my pregnancy, I'll be going into the Women's Center for non-stress tests for Kasen. My midwife said that it could take as little as 20 minutes per appointment to about 2 hours, depending on how active/reactive he's being. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'm not thrilled about this, but I am appreciative that they're taking my history of pre-partum baby weight loss (meaning my boys have apparently both lost weight before birth) and my circumvalate placenta issues seriously enough to really keep an eye on any problems that might arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was extremely hot and we lost Kevin's new baby chicken, which we need to replace. Noah's little leghorn is very lonely, it's not good to only have one chicken of a certain age, they get neurotic and can go crazy (remind me to talk about my MILs chicken, Blanca....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8349761093354696377?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8349761093354696377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8349761093354696377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8349761093354696377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8349761093354696377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-u-n.html' title='F U N'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8103368263008867402</id><published>2009-06-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:34:41.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bad day. Lots of things happened, some of which I won't blog about...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep well and woke up around 6 (early for me) and was up for the day. Magic the chicken escaped into the alley and it took us a long (HOT!) time to trek around and catch her. The boys were cranky, it was horribly hot and then... apparently Toot (the goose) crushed and killed Dancer, one of our favorite chickens-- the one that always let Kevin run around with her. It was horrible. Keith was on the verge of tears and was stroking her when he picked her up. On top of just the general bad-day stuff, it was devastating. We really miss her. Our other easter-egger isn't laying right now, so we're now green egg-less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's silly to get so attached, but we know each and every one of these chickens and this one was SO full of life and personality. She was extremely graceful and lovely, which is why we named her Dancer. Toot has been getting very territorial about water bowls right now, and we think that she was killed by Toot while attempting to get some water. Magic was in bad shape after her alley excursion, but she's doing well now, so I guess we'll still have our one easter egger (not laying right now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if it had been Silver (our favorite chicken) Keith would have commited Goose-icide immediately. He was close to it last night, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8103368263008867402?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8103368263008867402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8103368263008867402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8103368263008867402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8103368263008867402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-day.html' title='BAD day'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-945728096770133011</id><published>2009-06-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:28:44.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Greif (GERD)!</title><content type='html'>I have a hard time sleeping as a norm. When pregnant, I take unisom for nausea anyway, and that, supposedly, helps me sleep, but it's still not a great pattern.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the last few nights I've had a new visitor that has made sleep impossible-- GERD! The second I am remotely horizontal acid and anything I've eaten in the last five hours comes surfing up my throat and I start gagging and burping and throwing up into my mouth. So, I'm up a lot in the night trying to deal with that. It's less of a problem when I am upright, but still present, and I am, and always have been, completely incapable of sleeping upright... and when I'm pregnant I get faint from trying, so I'm drowning in stomach acid, literally... not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen is still extremely active and I'm still having contractions (BH?) every six minutes or so all day and all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith has been talking about wanting Kasen to come early, but I keep remembering Kev (not early) being under-sized and not being able to figure out eating for so long and I just shudder. I don't need another tiny baby! I need a healthy, happy, good-sized baby who can latch on and nurse without months and months of work. I also don't have a back-up plan if I do go into early labor-- my boys would have to be with my MIL who would take them to the office with her and it is not the best environment. I'm stuck, though, if I'm away from home for any stretch of time, then my poor boys will suffer for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 31 weeks today (plus a couple days if you consider my shorter cycle, like with the other boys) 9 weeks to go, and sooo much is going to happen in that time. It's intimidating! Birthdays, Kindergarten starting, preparing for the new baby... and just the daily stuff that seems to be getting harder and harder every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-945728096770133011?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/945728096770133011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=945728096770133011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/945728096770133011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/945728096770133011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-greif-gerd.html' title='Good Greif (GERD)!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-408901749247154752</id><published>2009-06-08T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:19:53.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy B</title><content type='html'>Keith went shopping (grocery etc) with Kev Saturday morning before Noah and I were up. After he came home I discovered he had found a LOT of cheap produce-- so we got to work, all together, and canned (jarred :)) six jars of pears, three jars of apricots, three jars of blackberry-strawberry jam, and three jars of strawberry jam. It was a lot of work, but worth it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the to-do list is applesauce and hot pepper jelly and (I want) pickles. I'm tempted to try some carrots as bread and butter pickles. Something tells me that would be really yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lists and lists of stuff I want to preserve. I need a pressure canner to do all I want to, but I can deal without for now :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does make me really aware of gardening and seasons. My oldest brother gave me an incredible month-by-month LOCAL garden book for Christmas and I have been making lists of what to put into the garden... why? Because the next time I should start planting is in AUGUST when my baby is due!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our ultrasound appointment for Kasen on thursday and he's doing very well. He weighed in at an estimates 2 lbs 14 oz and was 61st percentile on size-- really big for my babies! He's strong and healthy, and already has masses of long hair that we saw floating along in the ultrasound. He's truly beautiful and already looks like my other boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kev suggested that  we consider 'Kay-ven' as an alternative name... you know, Kevin with an 'A'? He also suggested that Kevin is a great name and we could reuse it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kev is reading really well these days. He can sound out just about anything and spends his 'coloring' time copying pages out of books. Today it was from the 'Joy of Cooking' "Protect the fingers as you hand-grate". He asked me what it meant :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's dinner is chili (from scratch with dried Kids-beans (kidney-beans)) and I just whipped up some goat-milk ice cream (milk, sugar, vanilla, little salt) in my new ice-cream maker (it is SELF REFRIDGERATED!) Very yummy :). I'm supposed to go later tonight to get some more canning jars, pickling salt, and look at some herb plants, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our white chickens escaped and dug up half of our flowers I had to clip their wings. Keith was shocked at how humane it was (did he think I was going to cut the WINGS? It's just the flight feathers!) One of the pullets glared at me the whole time and another one grabbed the scissors and ran off with them with my boys shrieking in hilarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-408901749247154752?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/408901749247154752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=408901749247154752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/408901749247154752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/408901749247154752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-b.html' title='Busy B'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3539965616029763770</id><published>2009-06-05T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:21:12.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangers-Black-Magic-Elizabeth-Reeves/dp/B002ACU4GQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244229568&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Dangers-Black-Magic-Elizabeth-Reeves/dp/B002ACU4GQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244229568&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&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;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangers-Black-Magic-Elizabeth-Reeves/dp/B002ACXJYK/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244229630&amp;amp;sr=1-6"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Dangers-Black-Magic-Elizabeth-Reeves/dp/B002ACXJYK/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244229630&amp;amp;sr=1-6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3539965616029763770?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3539965616029763770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3539965616029763770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3539965616029763770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3539965616029763770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5968782042358240036</id><published>2009-06-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:35:16.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checked the Jars this morning...</title><content type='html'>... And they are all sealed like they are supposed to be! Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a half-jar of strawberry jam leftover that I put in the fridge yesterday and we took it over to my MIL's house-- it was a HUGE hit! Very yummy! A little on the runny side, but, in this family, that's all for the good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith loves having me have a project that he can SEE the results of and is talking about doing pears next. I think we need to hit a U-Pick farm and really lay some stuff away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUMMY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5968782042358240036?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5968782042358240036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5968782042358240036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5968782042358240036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5968782042358240036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/checked-jars-this-morning.html' title='Checked the Jars this morning...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1566783215055757454</id><published>2009-06-02T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:33:27.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>I have four pints of canned peaches in light syrup and four pints of strawberry jam cooling on a towel in the kitchen. I won't know until tomorrow if the canning process was successful, if it wasn't, I don't know why that would be, as I followed the instructions as perfectly as I am capable of following instructions :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm TIRED! Been on my feet all day and haven't eaten enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope it all turns out good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1566783215055757454?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1566783215055757454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1566783215055757454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1566783215055757454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1566783215055757454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5648550142824835481</id><published>2009-06-02T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:32:44.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the game of the day is called...</title><content type='html'>Canning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, you heard me right! I've been wanting to try my hand at this for years, but was, stupidly, waiting for my Mil to show me how to do it. Right now I have my first batch in the boiling-water bath. Did you know almost 4 lbs of peaches makes about 4 jars of peaches in syrup? Oh, and shock-baths for skinning peaches are touch and go if the peaches are a little under-ripe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made some mistakes, but I'm learning, and very grateful and I started with the peaches and not the strawberry jam which is next on the agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see if any of this turns out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5648550142824835481?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5648550142824835481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5648550142824835481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5648550142824835481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5648550142824835481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-game-of-day-is-called.html' title='And the game of the day is called...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-6262784884518983788</id><published>2009-06-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:05:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom and Dad...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom and Dad...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to say 'thank you' for all you've done for me, but, specifically, for my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is listening to several layers of children 'practicing' instruments in the background without going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perserverence is reading bedtime stories until your voice runs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambition is driving a car full of kids across the country EVERY SUMMER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedication is having dinner at 6:00 every night as a family together, even when the dinner was for two and consisted of fried egg sandwiches :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolerence is letting your children experiment in the kitchen and pretending to like the inedible creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you for teaching me that I can do anything I want as long as I am willing to put in the work to make it happen. Thank you for the love of learning, of books, of green things... for knowledge in a broad spectrum of subjects. Thank you for supporting my interests, even when they weren't on the 'agenda' :), for a passion for good food, for an understanding of cause and effect... and for about ten million (or more) loads of laundry and dishes (DAD!) which have spoiled me for housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for driving an hour to get us to school, for meditating during seminary out in the parking lot come cold or heat. Thank you for music lessons and dipped cones and movies... for being open to the spur of the moment. Thank you for accepting boyfriends and girlfriends who became husbands and wives into your home (especially mine!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the willingness to try, the restlessness to seek improvement and change, the palate to appreciate the rare and special (in food and elsewhere). Thank you for teaching us that you help and help those around you, even if you have to pay for every good deed ten-fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for open tool boxes and sewing kits, for knitting lessons and geology lessons, for hikes in the summer and black berry picking. Thanks for never being content to go the same direction as everyone-- for teaching us to QUESTION EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the vitamins and advice, science fiction books 'appearing' from nowhere, hundreds of thousands of hours of concerts and performances, manuscript reading, and overall-- BELIEVING in each and every one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, THANKS, for everything that looked so easy when you did it... and that I'm learning is NOT SO EASY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Thank you for teaching me that mistakes can teach us the best way to do things right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you! Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-6262784884518983788?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/6262784884518983788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=6262784884518983788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6262784884518983788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/6262784884518983788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-mom-and-dad.html' title='Dear Mom and Dad...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8796362597257553504</id><published>2009-05-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:13:09.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SiHLiPuQuoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tMZe_R-GgRY/s1600-h/may302009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SiHKzeEQsfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OVad6cG74UY/s400/may302009+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341773618631193074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7086951750710108979?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7086951750710108979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7086951750710108979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7086951750710108979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7086951750710108979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/SiHK0jpV-dI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sc27_K27Hhw/s72-c/may302009+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5997047558397578567</id><published>2009-05-30T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:47:50.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia: Who Sang...</title><content type='html'>"Don't Speak Chinese in Argentina&lt;br /&gt;The truth is they won't understand you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5997047558397578567?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5997047558397578567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5997047558397578567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5997047558397578567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5997047558397578567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/trivia-who-sang.html' title='Trivia: Who Sang...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7047412416477228555</id><published>2009-05-28T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:03:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats Gone, Changes...</title><content type='html'>So, we actually sold the goats. We didn't get quite what I wanted, but it has been worth the drop in stress levels for me-- and the drop in noise levels. I think I had been figuring that they were just two more animals so 2/14 of the work. Little did I realize, until they were gone, that they were about 90% of the work and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith immediately set to work making the chicken pen (which is large) secure. We moved a kiddie-pool in there and threw in some hay that we have left over from the goats. All of the birds are in there now, which means that we have reclaimed our backyard! We've already had a BBQ out there, even eating out there, which was not possible with the goats here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also started putting in some major improvements in the yard-- we found someone who had 400 sq ft of leftover turf from their backyard and were able to purchase it for $50. We also took advantage of some Memorial Day sales and got two rose bushes and a jasmine plant ($29 total!). Then, the other night, we went back and got some flowers for a flower plot. All that, on top of how green the garden is getting, means that the backyard looks amazing! It also means that Keith is exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment yesterday to check on Kasen. I've been having regular contractions and have been really exhausted lately. My blood pressure was at 108/60, hence the exhausted feelings, and apparently my uterus is REALLY toned right now. My midwife was saying that this should be a much quicker labor and the real trick will be keeping him in there. He's very strong. He's also really big and his head is really low. My mantra is 'stay till August'. This has been a really strange pregnancy all around, so we'll see what happens. We have another ultrasound scheduled for the 4th of June, so I should have some pics to share (hopefully!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to do my glucose test yesterday. Ick! I sent Keith and the boys to the library so they wouldn't have to be bored during the LONG wait. It worked out fine, and I had reserves, so I now actually have stuff to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, our fridge is too full of eggs-- like 50! We need to use them up-- I keep thinking custard, ice cream, bread pudding... all that good stuff :) I just need to find my trusty ice cream maker and get into gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving home the other night, after the goats were gone, and I mentioned that it was really nice not to be stressed over expecting to see little goats racing down the road in front of us. Keith was shocked! He had no idea how many horror situations I imagined with the goats. Considering all the tragedies and travesties of the horse business, I find it hard not to expect the worst at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... the boys can run in the grass. I can stop and literally smell the roses, and the loudest thing in my backyard is angry chicken scolding the goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh.... peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7047412416477228555?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7047412416477228555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7047412416477228555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7047412416477228555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7047412416477228555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/goats-gone-changes.html' title='Goats Gone, Changes...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5803735178117618945</id><published>2009-05-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:59:57.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues?</title><content type='html'>Last night my SIL called and told Hubby that we needed to go out for dinner-- and we did. It was nice to get out of stale atmosphere and to have some down-time. What was frustrating is that I still couldn't snap out of it. I'm NOT by nature a negative person. I just feel... tired? I don't know if that's even the word for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE been wondering if the fact that I've had a bad day every day for almost two weeks might have something to do with my pregnancy. I have trouble catching my breath a lot and I've had dizzy spells where I've almost fainted. When it's hot I get swollen and puffed-up and I get a lot of contractions, every time Kasen moves. (Norm for me-- extremely 'irritable uterus') If I get stressed out I'll also have contractions, and when I get a contraction I can't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this, of course, is just typical of me being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been eating well, because nothing ever sounds good to me, and then, when I do eat, I have no appetite and take a couple bites before I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing it's 50% pregnancy and 50% summer. My body hates summer and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I DO need some resolution as far as the goats are concerned-- either they need to go or we need to find a way to fence them without Star ending up on a 10 foot tall cinder block wall (yes, happened!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they stay we also need a solution for the fact that they seem to think they need to 'tell' me everything all day. MAA MAA MAA MAA MAAAAAAAAddening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm hyper-analyzing this is that I really need to FIX it. I cannot face three more months of feeling like this and I cannot bear telling my kids one more day that mom just doesn't feel up to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is precisely why this is our last baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never should have gotten the goats, but even that thought makes me really sad. I do enjoy them, when they're behaving, and their behavioral issues are all my making. They just need to learn to be goats... not people. I have really been looking forward to having milk from them and I hate closing that door... ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to that stupid JOB! We need a job! We need some CLUE whether we're going on to get a PH.D or if we're going the job way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe THAT is the base of all of this. I'm pregnant and standing on the edge of the unknown and it's knocked me for a loop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more hour and half before Keith gets home. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5803735178117618945?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5803735178117618945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5803735178117618945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5803735178117618945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5803735178117618945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3351231452637714603</id><published>2009-05-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:01:57.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooked...</title><content type='html'>Please, SOMEONE tell me what the significance of LeLand, Idaho is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this morning involving it and woke not being able to stop chanting it over and over again. I looked it up and it's close to Spokane, WA. And I can't figure out why I would have a dream and such a STRONG feeling to look up a place I didn't even know existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just bizarre-- my brain is still in a hubbub, trying to figure out why it's so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3351231452637714603?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3351231452637714603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3351231452637714603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3351231452637714603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3351231452637714603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/spooked.html' title='Spooked...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4282217257985080478</id><published>2009-05-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:28:54.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIW</title><content type='html'>AKA... WHAT I WANT--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless by nature, always trying to move on to better things and improving myself. Every night I lie in bed and try to think how I can improve. Many things don't come to fruition (like laundry and that dreaded kitchen sink), and many of them-- so many! are not practical for now, so I let them slide... in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never stop researching and learning. I spend a ridiculous amount of time online trying to learn everything I can, so that, when the time comes, I'll actually know how to do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been doing a lot of reading about preserving the food that we grow. Not that my garden is very successful, but so that I CAN preserve food for the future. I've also learned how to build and design a smokehouse and how to make homemade sausages. I've learned the complications and diseases that affect goats, calves, fowl, sheep, and pigs. I've learned about what kind of nutrition different animals need, and even, to an extent, how to butcher and use them to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really help with the restlessness, but I feel a drive to know how to do all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other research turns to rammed earth and straw-bale housing, solar panels, wells, and self-sufficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about making cheese and the complications of making butter from goats' milk. About fencing, and predators, and neighbors and how to stock a stream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my boys to be comfortable with animals and understand where our food comes from, so they'll appreciate it and the world and nature more. I worry about public education for them and learning futility from teachers who just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a big farm. I want it to be small enough that I can do the chores myself. I want to never lose the thrill of watching Kev catch chickens and show me his triumphs. I want to know every animal, every plant, every part of my life, intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were more rainy days, like today, when I think more clearly and don't feel so overwhelmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to address my dreams without running into a brick wall-- I HAVE to take into consideration my husband and what he wants and needs to do for him. Though I would love to go someplace cooler and green, he thrives in the heat and the desert. I can't be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there little to do with romanticism with my dream. I feel this overwhelming NEED to know I can provide for my family without outside help, or with as little as possible. I need to know that we'll be OK in times of hardship in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also personally know the health needs of myself and my family, and they are not being met by the mass-marketing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever went back to school I would go to learn how to better fulfill this dream. There's so much I don't know about how to raise animals and how to grow things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about how it would be easier to not have goats in the backyard. To not have to worry about my duck asking for breakfast at five in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would I do with myself? This stifled, burning, energy that's inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I get that satisfied feeling I get when I sit outside and watch the animals run around and graze... the chickens scratching, the goose floating in the kiddie pool, the goats begging for a scratch on the head... the garden slowly leafing up and the first bite of something WE grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not drawn to other things like I am to this. This to me, is CORE, is REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated, and there are so many reasons it keeps getting put on the back of the shelf. I live in possibly THE worst place to attempt any of this. It feels like, though I don't want to, we need to wait until Hubby has a job and is settled in to try any of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then I get scared, because everything I try ALWAYS ends up in disaster. I've been dashed up against rocks so many times that I'm almost scared to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day that ISN'T purpose-driven drags so slowly, and part of me dies and I stand in a messy house and feel like it's a weight on top of me because I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little "piece of earth" to find my "Peace on Earth".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4282217257985080478?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4282217257985080478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4282217257985080478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4282217257985080478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4282217257985080478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/wiw.html' title='WIW'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7339908352145149929</id><published>2009-05-20T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:11:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last grade in for Hubby...</title><content type='html'>He got another 4.0 this semester! He graduated with a 3.923 cumulative GPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO KEITH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7339908352145149929?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7339908352145149929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7339908352145149929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7339908352145149929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7339908352145149929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-grade-in-for-hubby.html' title='Last grade in for Hubby...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3958440073287044718</id><published>2009-05-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:25:55.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Angry Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShRLLeppx0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2iYz_gFE4KI/s1600-h/may200919+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShRLLeppx0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2iYz_gFE4KI/s400/may200919+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337974118919292738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, angry chicken!&lt;br /&gt;I empathize&lt;br /&gt;with wild maternity&lt;br /&gt;raging in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;hormones are such a dreadful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, angry chicken!&lt;br /&gt;You shriek and shout&lt;br /&gt;and boss everyone about&lt;br /&gt;And site your eggs as the cause&lt;br /&gt;I can so relate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3958440073287044718?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3958440073287044718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3958440073287044718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3958440073287044718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3958440073287044718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-angry-chicken.html' title='Ode to Angry Chicken'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShRLLeppx0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/2iYz_gFE4KI/s72-c/may200919+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-5422448341293949568</id><published>2009-05-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:26:12.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdM11QOOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9RJkHNiguHI/s1600-h/may200919+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdM11QOOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9RJkHNiguHI/s320/may200919+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712458554423522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdM7qZMCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CcRU3K2riXo/s1600-h/may200919+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdM7qZMCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CcRU3K2riXo/s320/may200919+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712460119486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdMQ5rcFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MMyq_1S0sm0/s1600-h/may200919+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdMQ5rcFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MMyq_1S0sm0/s320/may200919+031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712448640872530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdMJhE3UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0zIlrK3ViyU/s1600-h/may200919+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdMJhE3UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0zIlrK3ViyU/s320/may200919+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712446658633026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdL-uSy3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0Ns2wOQI-9M/s1600-h/may200919+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdL-uSy3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0Ns2wOQI-9M/s320/may200919+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712443761281906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-5422448341293949568?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/5422448341293949568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=5422448341293949568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5422448341293949568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/5422448341293949568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now.html' title='And Now...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q7teCWUXDwU/ShNdM11QOOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9RJkHNiguHI/s72-c/may200919+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7681837703660445849</id><published>2009-05-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:25:08.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 851px; height: 1023px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1023px; height: 821px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 851px; height: 1023px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/issylthesthlia/april041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7681837703660445849?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7681837703660445849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7681837703660445849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7681837703660445849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7681837703660445849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/then.html' title='Then...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-7527975105324947852</id><published>2009-05-19T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:02:40.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the garden...</title><content type='html'>I just planted, with the boys, some zucchini, replacement sweet corn for what got destroyed, some butternut squash, pumpkins, watermelon, and cantaloupe...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully the squirrel and/or the goats will not destroy everything as soon as it gets up. I still have spots waiting for cucumbers (pickles!) and lettuce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'd love to double the garden in size in hopes I could can homemade homegrown spaghetti sauce, pickles, and jam. I would also love to put in onions and potatoes of various kinds. I put up hanging bags of strawberries when we planted the carrots last week, so hopefully we'll get some berries out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking for my camera. It's maddening not to be able to get pics of all of this. The animals have changed so much in the last few weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-7527975105324947852?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/7527975105324947852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=7527975105324947852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7527975105324947852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/7527975105324947852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-garden.html' title='In the garden...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-4977270491292132415</id><published>2009-05-19T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:36:07.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock...</title><content type='html'>Hey, look, it's Kev on the back porch, holding a chicken!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a sec... is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look, Mommy! It's Grace! She likes me now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It IS Grace! Our super-timid little white and cream pullet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she looks HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kev has the magic touch, seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-4977270491292132415?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/4977270491292132415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=4977270491292132415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4977270491292132415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/4977270491292132415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8419694710348214761</id><published>2009-05-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:34:58.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goose'/><title type='text'>Angry Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;I have a hen who has been broody for a while-- Mrs. Angry Chicken-- she's sitting on muscovy eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out this morning to eat, drink, etc, leaving my barred rock as a baby-sitter and my 8-ish week old goose, Toot, FREAKED OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Toot chased my poor broodie around the backyard, pulling on her tail feathers and yelling at her. I guess she doesn't remember who the broodie is and strangers must be terminated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, honestly, I didn't feel too bad. My broody hen has been SO MEAN since she decided to set, she so deserved this. She's fine, under the watchful gaze of my one goose, and a little subdued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And Toot was so proud of herself that she walked around the yard with her pathetic little not grown in yet wings open!&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/891548388659230658-8419694710348214761?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8419694710348214761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8419694710348214761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8419694710348214761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8419694710348214761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry-chicken_19.html' title='Angry Chicken'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-8788623710045211067</id><published>2009-05-18T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:06:13.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived</title><content type='html'>Survived...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miserable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-8788623710045211067?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/8788623710045211067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=8788623710045211067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8788623710045211067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/8788623710045211067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/survived.html' title='Survived'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-9222646655591038027</id><published>2009-05-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:06:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>What is your worst fear?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking about the 'I really hate getting up to speak in front of people' or the 'I hate snakes' or even the 'I can't even THINK about if my husband/wife died'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking about the thing that even the thought of makes you hysterical and shaking and physically ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it's driving. I'm not being dramatic. When faced with going one block to the library or one straight line to the post office I go through hours of obsessively picturing everything that can and could go wrong, all the routes that I may have to take, and lane changes, turns, thoughts about where cars would be, everything. Even planned, driving is a terrifying experience for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for my MIL to call me causually and request in a way that I can't say 'no' to that I follow her in her van across town to a place I don't know how to get to so I can pick her up is more than I can take right now. I am literally on my knees begging to not have to do this. I called my husband and he just doesn't understand he told me 'you'll get over it' and 'you'll be fine.' But I'm NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is this so hard for people to understand? This isn't 'I don't like driving'. This is mortal terror. You might as well ask me to shoot myself, because it feels like the same thing. And the fact that I have to take my kids with me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't something I can just "shake off" like everyone has ALWAYS told me. I'm sorry, but to me a car is a death trap, and asking me to drive one is asking me to take my life in my hands and trust strangers to care enough to keep me alive-- it's not going to happen. I live in severe isolation because of this, don't you think if it was just 'not liking to drive' that I would somehow work through it to get past the loneliness and boredom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so easy for people to quip 'just do it, you'll be fine'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not true. It's not a guarantee they can make and I'm NOT OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-9222646655591038027?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/9222646655591038027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=9222646655591038027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9222646655591038027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/9222646655591038027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-222087648190488321</id><published>2009-05-18T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:30:25.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened!</title><content type='html'>My dearest darlingest husband graduated!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He only has two grades in so far for this semester, but so far he has a 4.0 for the semester. One more A and it will mean he has had ONE B in grad school, and has graduated with a 3.9 something. I'm very amazed by him and all his hard work. He managed all of this while working, doing scouts, dealing with moves and drama and health issues... and it's just incredible to me! (People really get 4.0's!!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so great to finally be able to applaud and shout for him and his accomplishments, and he looked SO HANDSOME in his cap and gown and hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish everyone could have been there. It was the greatest to see him finally acknowledged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He graduated Pi Alpha Alpha (honors), so that's quite an achievement, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's on the job search. It's crazy to realize that he's out of school and suddenly has time to do things other than homework. The boys are excited and *I* am just eager to see what the next few years have in store for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chickens even decided to give Keith a graduation present-- my little pullets started laying adorable little pink eggs! (Three weeks earlier than we ever expected!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-222087648190488321?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/222087648190488321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=222087648190488321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/222087648190488321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/222087648190488321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-happened.html' title='It Happened!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1056054479322171467</id><published>2009-05-18T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:25:29.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing About in Boats</title><content type='html'>My S-FIL bought a boat for about $20 at a yard sale. It's one of those rubber inflatable kinds, but pretty nice all around. The boys have been waiting for ages to be able to go out in it. They got some life jackets and we all went to the 'lake'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nearest 'lake' is really just a pond, and the water is pretty gross. I remember, when I was younger, you would find dead catfish all around the shoreline. Usually there are a ton of ducks etc, but there were about three that we saw the whole time we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-FIL went out first with the boys. They waved at us and went around the whole lake and threw chicken feed to the few ducks that were there and had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Keith suggested that we take a spin ourselves. I hesitated, but he seemed to really want to, so I decided to go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is SO GOOD at so many things, but he is NOT GOOD IN BOATS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up drifting across the lake and hitting the shore about fifty times. Finally, I took over, and told him exactly what to do. Once he started listening and not just trying to muscle his way through it, we actually made progress. Eventually we made it back to the dock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun and hilarious, and it's actually nice that for once he was incompetent and I was the one that saved the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my parents for all the time in canoes when I was younger! It paid off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't go in a boat with my husband unless YOU know how to steer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1056054479322171467?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1056054479322171467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1056054479322171467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1056054479322171467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1056054479322171467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/messing-about-in-boats.html' title='Messing About in Boats'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-3467136244395725157</id><published>2009-05-15T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:36:56.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftover Cake Pudding</title><content type='html'>The boys made me a cake for my birthday and it got stale on the counter... so this morning we made cake-pudding-- just a basic sweet bread pudding with the stale cake in it instead of bread. Boy is it yummy! It's a happy cross of really moist cake or a really cake-y custard. LOL!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just broke up the stale cake, threw in a bunch of our home-made eggs, sugar, cinnamon, a tiny bit of vanilla, some milk (all by sight) and cooked it in the oven until it looked pretty firm. The boys are devouring it, along with the carrots we harvested this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home-raised/made food is the greatest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-3467136244395725157?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/3467136244395725157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=3467136244395725157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3467136244395725157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/3467136244395725157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/leftover-cake-pudding.html' title='Leftover Cake Pudding'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2222175374321711942</id><published>2009-05-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:17:10.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest. garden'/><title type='text'>One Harvest: Carrots</title><content type='html'>Kev and I just went out and harvested our carrots. I'm guessing there's about 50-100-- not HUGE, but at the stage when they're tender and delicious. The animals got those beautiful greens, and then Kev and I went back out and replanted the carrot patch completely, so we'll hopefully have more carrots later in the season.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully the squirrel doesn't seem interested in carrots at all. Right now it's eating through our mature green bean plants. GRRRR! Getting a live trap is definitely on the agenda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2222175374321711942?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2222175374321711942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2222175374321711942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2222175374321711942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2222175374321711942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-harvest-carrots.html' title='One Harvest: Carrots'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1160745767313331319</id><published>2009-05-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:57:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity...</title><content type='html'>Lest you believe that I've been struck by an unhealthy dose of reality... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) If the goats don't go for the amount we're asking, we're not selling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The water birds are probably destined for the freezer, but that would be in mid-July at the earliest (they're only 6 weeks old!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Hubby is currently looking for a new job. Right now that's the priority. Then we'll know where we will be living and our income, etc. Right now we're in limbo. Until that step, we can't move on to the next step, which would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) ... Finding a homestead to live on. There are two parcels out near where Hubby used to go to Elementary school that look really promising. One of them even has an incredible 10 stall barn etc. They each have their own wells and their conjoining, so possibly Hubby's family could live next door, or we could split the larger parcel (20 acres!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as for right NOW-- Hubby is looking for a job (he calls it his new 'homework'), and I have an ad up for the goats, which has not had so much as a bite thus far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, more immediately, Jade is getting spayed on Saturday so she can STOP DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1160745767313331319?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1160745767313331319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1160745767313331319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1160745767313331319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1160745767313331319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/sanity.html' title='Sanity...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1255574507348689855</id><published>2009-05-13T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:45:45.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no explanation needed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;My practical side has been warring with my "dream" for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to homestead more than anything. In the beginning my hubby was only supportive of ME, not the idea. Now he's full on board and is as excited to do it as I am-- talking about getting a steer to raise etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is graduating with his Masters on Saturday and is already in the process of trying to find a better job. Currently we live on .2 acres-- seriously 0.20 acres... counting what the house is on. We have two goats, eight hens, three ducks, and a goose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it means that every single sound any animal makes is in the neighbors' business. That, when the goats start crying at five in the morning for no reason that we have to jump up, afraid that they're going to rouse the whole neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hubby and I have been discussing getting back down to just chickens until he gets a new job (he's in public administration, so not quite as hard as finding other jobs these days) and the right house on land for us to do this right. This means selling my bottle babies and probably eating me waterfowl... which is all tough decisions, but I feel like, until we have all the pieces together, it's really necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we'll ever luck out to get the quality of goats we got with our little girls-- they're lovely, but I'm putting them up for sale today and we'll see what happens... hubby did insist that we not go lower than a certain point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we WILL do the homestead... when we're in a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&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;Miniature milking goats are a great asset to any backyard homestead. Here is the complete package you need, or you can split it up!  1 miniature Saanen DOE, 12 weeks, disbudded, bottle-raised, friendly. Precocious udder. From great dairy lines. Ready to breed in October. Will go into heat cycles all year around for great stagger-milking. UTD on everything. From CAE etc. clean herd.  1 miniature LaMAncha DOE, 9 weeks, disbudded, bottle-raised, friendly. Precocious udder. From amazing dairy goat lines. Ready to breed in November. Should go into heat all year round. UTD on everything. From CAE etc. clean dairy herd.  1 NEW solid wood milking stand. May need new paint (my sons painted it... brightly!) Goats are already trained to go to the stand for grooming and treats. 1 complete starter milking kit with filters and seamless stainless steel pan, etc. 1/2 bag loose goat minerals, 2 types goat electrolytes, 2 large vials CD&amp;amp;T back up vaccine for emergencies. 1 grooming kit (standard horse-type) Complete holistic worming kit for both goats (preventative and effective!)  As a package-- $650 OBO Does must go together $400 OBO for the pair.  Serious inquiries only, please! Pictures on request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-1255574507348689855?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1255574507348689855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1255574507348689855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1255574507348689855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1255574507348689855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-explanation-needed.html' title='no explanation needed...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2343780528345007499</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:42:43.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad day turned around...</title><content type='html'>... because I just found out that my sister, who is due around the same time as me, is also having a BOY!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2343780528345007499?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2343780528345007499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2343780528345007499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2343780528345007499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2343780528345007499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bad-day-turned-around.html' title='My bad day turned around...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-2169185680165769574</id><published>2009-05-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:53:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Chicken</title><content type='html'> Dasher, the Buff Orpington, has a new name-- "Angry Chicken."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has gone broody (wants to set eggs) and her personality has changed, as has her appearence-- everything is different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was once the most passive, quiet, beautiful, serene hen is now a dinosaur who, on the rare occassions she emerges from the depths of the coop, screams at everyone, attacks everything, and returns to her eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a shock she'll have when she realizes that I replaced her eggs with muscovy duck eggs :). Can you picture it? She'll introduce them to the outdoors and have a *fit* when they start swimming away from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is, if any hatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been an interesting example of animal behavior and chickens are certainly more intelligent than they are given credit for, because she has three times rejected bad eggs. And, by rejected, I mean she rolls them across the coop, down the ramp, and away from her. At least one of those was most definitely rotten. Smart mama hen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her being broody means we are currently down to three eggs a day (she's not laying) and that we have to move her away from her nest once a day with a stick to retrieve the eggs the other hens are laying, as they are giving their eggs to her to hatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times like that she resembles most a velociraptor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sound effects and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-2169185680165769574?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/2169185680165769574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=2169185680165769574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2169185680165769574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/2169185680165769574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry-chicken.html' title='Angry Chicken'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-383953164440791117</id><published>2009-05-08T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:49:18.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun...</title><content type='html'>... is making pancake animals for breakfast...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponies, ducks, dinosaurs, bunnies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and so fun to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891548388659230658-383953164440791117?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/383953164440791117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=383953164440791117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/383953164440791117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/383953164440791117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun.html' title='Fun...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891548388659230658.post-1030561805448262757</id><published>2009-05-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:42:37.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The garden...</title><content type='html'>Despite the horribly obese (thanks to us) squirrel who has been devestating the garden daily, we have our first harvest! Green beans galore and a few early carrots that we couldn't resist pulling up-- we are a BIG carrot family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting in some new seeds sometime this week, so I really need to do something about the squirrel. The only plants we get to keep are the ones it doesn't want to eat-- so, bean plants, leeks, tomatos... and that's pretty much it, which is horrible when you think of all the lovely things I planted earlier this spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The goats are down to two feedings a day and are NOT happy about that. On top of that, I dared to give them baths today, so they are in shock-- how DARE I hold them still and wash them, then hose them off! HMMPH! MMMMAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lonely goose (we think/hope she's a girl) has probably quadrupled in size  in the past few weeks. One of our ducks is definately a girl, as she has started quacking. They are all so cute and entertaining to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a very ANGRY chicken, who is actually just a normal chicken who is sitting on a bunch of muscovy eggs for me. She occasionally comes out of the coop, yells at everyone, and goes back. I understand the feeling... If even two of those eggs hatch it will be worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The backyard looks a million times better than the house these days-- we put our energy and time into everything back there, and spend most of our time there. The house suffers, but sometimes it's nice to go out and play with the animals and pretend there aren't dishes in the sink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only downside of having this many animals is that I'm literally washing my hands OFF-- no matter what I do I can't get them moisturized well enough for long enough to make a difference. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasen is doing great-- he moves constantly, and wears me out already-- bad sign, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to confess that I've been daydreaming about more property, whether here or elsewhere. We just moved here and we LOVE it-- but we are limited by space-- there's been talk about a Jersey cow, a couple sheep, an annual pig and annual steer... I'd love to be able to someday get the boys an older Quarter Horse to learn to ride on... But it's all dreams for now. Keith needs a job first, then we can worry about what happens next and where to live-- or whether we should stay put in house we love, that just needs about four more acres.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing a lot of reading about preserving and pickling. I AM going to make pickles this summer, even if my MIL won't help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star is maturing quickly (all that extra milk!) So we may breed her as early as August... which would mean milk as early as January... yummy... I can't wait to have cereal! I'm going to pre-sell her bottle babies-- and Clover's later in the season-- they should make GREAT miniature milkers-- any takers? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If our goose is a girl, we'll probably keep her. If not, Toot will end up being dinner sometime. We all love her, but a lone goose can... hurt... ducks.... yeah, not good. Of course, if our duck ratio leans towards too many males, we'll be sending one of them to freezer camp too. I sincerely hope not... (for the record, we're thinking duck eggs...)&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/891548388659230658-1030561805448262757?l=theeloisereality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/feeds/1030561805448262757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891548388659230658&amp;postID=1030561805448262757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1030561805448262757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891548388659230658/posts/default/1030561805448262757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeloisereality.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden.html' title='The garden...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
