<?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-6703206038257334510</id><updated>2011-12-25T18:20:06.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubal Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7475335482819382161</id><published>2011-12-15T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:39:40.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months too long</title><content type='html'>Hello out there?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've lost all my readers...3 months is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;3 months has felt like 3 years around here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth happens to twin boys when they turn 20 months??&lt;br /&gt;They flip the WHINE, BITE, HIT, SCREAM, RUN AWAY buttons all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trips are about 10 minutes long. Once Kyle decides he wants to be carried (which is always) Luke insists he must walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me with no free hands...which has lead to&lt;br /&gt;Mission abandon the shopping cart and get the heck out of the store as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you have never done that. We all have. If not, your turn is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day these two ditch their 3 hour afternoon nap is they day I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let these smiley faces fool you...&lt;br /&gt;Hug hug away dear twins, mommy knows you both broke out into a pushing match the second the camera went click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wLzLsgx_c/TuqRoi_-1vI/AAAAAAAAA88/le0gCBYh6Rw/s1600/DSC_0691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wLzLsgx_c/TuqRoi_-1vI/AAAAAAAAA88/le0gCBYh6Rw/s320/DSC_0691.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the terrible twos was simply a label...but no...I fully realize it exists, and I am in the throws of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have implemented the naughty corner. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, amidst all the chaos are moments of bliss. 3 boys all playing hockey at once... The sounds of laughter from 3 little voices after a good chasing match....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one vomits...and the other decides the nice thing to do would be to stick his finger down his throat and sympathy vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the babysitter arrives, as we are all dressed up for a Christmas concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more about why I have not been blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bailey's drip line in my Tassimo coffee maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa...hook me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7475335482819382161?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7475335482819382161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months-too-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7475335482819382161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7475335482819382161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months-too-long.html' title='3 months too long'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wLzLsgx_c/TuqRoi_-1vI/AAAAAAAAA88/le0gCBYh6Rw/s72-c/DSC_0691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-4333589571767106804</id><published>2011-09-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:47:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes I'm going there</title><content type='html'>My baby is in grade 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I will go there for a moment..18 months old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvCSKN-9Luo/Tme5EkDOMRI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pKsbK1alvi0/s1600/Sept+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvCSKN-9Luo/Tme5EkDOMRI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pKsbK1alvi0/s320/Sept+068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Z6_o6X8LRk/Tme6dv89DZI/AAAAAAAAA70/m0mgXL_rsxI/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Z6_o6X8LRk/Tme6dv89DZI/AAAAAAAAA70/m0mgXL_rsxI/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was beyond excited to see his buddies and his "young" teacher. Coming from last years 70 year old grade 1 teacher, anyone under 50 would be young to him....here's hoping she's ready for chatty Cole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exciting then grade 2 was the loss of another tooth last night. Not sure what happened but the tooth fairy "forgot" to visit....an extra loonie will likely appear tonight..and maybe some hockey cards...or I may forget YET again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am I awoke to Cole next to my face saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mom...I got nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the twins. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention Cole went to school missing a few school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's right, I forgot to buy notebooks, all 8 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in line at Zellers last week....with ALL the kids and the line was not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember saying I would have to come back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins were fussing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, blame it on the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your kids are enjoying their first taste of true educational exhaustion...and routine, and structure, and someone other than mom nattering at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you teachers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-4333589571767106804?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4333589571767106804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-yes-im-going-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/4333589571767106804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/4333589571767106804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-yes-im-going-there.html' title='Oh yes I&apos;m going there'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvCSKN-9Luo/Tme5EkDOMRI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pKsbK1alvi0/s72-c/Sept+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6816772856566922307</id><published>2011-09-04T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:15:42.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma or Krazy?</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in Karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself explaining this word to Cole last week. You see, he was being less than an ideal "big brother" during a game of mini hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough...hours later, one of the twins(can you guess which one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. took a bite out of Cole's arm when Cole decided to muscle in at the Thomas the Train table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the tears was the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would he do that to me mom!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could have defaulted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is 20 months old. Enough said&lt;br /&gt;2. He has no words to explain himself so he chooses to "show" his frustration via some teeth marks&lt;br /&gt;3. He may have a bit of a reactive temper...I'm working on this...patience please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Karma Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can of worms opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self reflection needed.....is MY Karma good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in Karma.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that how you treat others will affect how you are treated.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that the energy you exert into the Universe somehow comes back to you...in the same way or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, we are human. Emotions and reactions are real and necessary. The universe cannot evolve without some Bad Karma out there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a standstill here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn more, to feel more, to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just for Karma's sake...&lt;br /&gt;For humans sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your Karma like these days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6816772856566922307?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6816772856566922307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/09/karma-or-krazy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6816772856566922307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6816772856566922307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/09/karma-or-krazy.html' title='Karma or Krazy?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5211549451047576835</id><published>2011-08-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:41:40.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Vacation for Moi</title><content type='html'>Mid week last week I decided I needed a day off. A FULL day off.&lt;br /&gt;No spa day, no rest day...but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A power shopping day in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only live 2 hours from some great US shopping...(ie: supertarget &amp;amp; TJ Maxx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a friend, she played hooky from work, I called my mother -in-law, she happily came over for the morning to play and hubby took the afternoon off.&amp;nbsp; Voila, mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am we headed out with new music on the IPOD, Timmy's coffee and passports in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of girl time right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the gazillion tank tops I got for working out, I&amp;nbsp; managed to buy a cute dress, a pair of boots and a pair of cool clogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clogs are cool...and for $15, a steal too...just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEfuFha0940/TlJ06oCgvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/putn34Mk_ZI/s1600/P1090130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEfuFha0940/TlJ06oCgvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/putn34Mk_ZI/s320/P1090130.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Supertarget, I know once we get our own target here up north, I will no longer need to get all giddy when I walk through the food aisles, but to shop Target, without kids, and spend over an hour in the grocery section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy up! Duty free groceries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scores included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLTbIjkxauA/TlJ1FeYLePI/AAAAAAAAA7c/m0kgEpGBqSM/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLTbIjkxauA/TlJ1FeYLePI/AAAAAAAAA7c/m0kgEpGBqSM/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fat free cheese, fat free cream cheese (protein cheesecake here I come!), sugar free syrup for my protein pancakes, chocolate hazelnut tea, caribou coffee, sport beans and GU for running, Apple pie and Mohito mint sugar free gum...oh and Coconut M&amp;amp;M's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Cole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrQvqey5fno/TlJ1S74CCxI/AAAAAAAAA7g/86Z4g6YVQ1E/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrQvqey5fno/TlJ1S74CCxI/AAAAAAAAA7g/86Z4g6YVQ1E/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goober!!! OMG I was not allowed goober as a child (I now see why, hello sugar?) but I am treating Cole to some fun these last few weeks of summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Check out the granola bars....I also bought it in chocolate chip cookie dough flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUrzn-X9umM/TlJ1gULqqUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n7AnRw0a7Sw/s1600/DSC_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUrzn-X9umM/TlJ1gULqqUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/n7AnRw0a7Sw/s320/DSC_0245.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picolini pasta's are small enough for little fingers and come in spinach and carrot/squash!! Banana toddler cookies..&lt;br /&gt;The Easy-Cheez? Yuck, I know, but I have to find creative ways of getting fat into Kyle all day..and he will open wide for this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little retail therapy goes a long way for this gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5211549451047576835?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5211549451047576835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-vacation-for-moi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5211549451047576835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5211549451047576835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-vacation-for-moi.html' title='Mini Vacation for Moi'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEfuFha0940/TlJ06oCgvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/putn34Mk_ZI/s72-c/P1090130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-4862424030059505257</id><published>2011-08-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:30:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me no sleepy</title><content type='html'>I've never been a great sleeper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my mom..there is a reason why my sister was born 4 years after me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In highschool, sleeping in was 8am, as I progressed to University, I would be awake by 7 and by the time I articled for a CA firm, I would dash out of the house by 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm up at 5:30 for the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ungodly hour would be fine if I was able to fall asleep by 10pm and actually SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I preggo and having to pee three times a night? NO&lt;br /&gt;Do I have kids who wake up in the night? um...NO&lt;br /&gt;Am I 90 yrs old and every bone hurts that being awake is simply easier then being asleep? yeah ...no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've narrowed it down to a few things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I START work most nights around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;2. I work on my computer...a recipe for getting all wired up from the pretty pixels.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once I finish work, around midnight, I need to "relax", unwind...&lt;br /&gt;4. I choose to "unwind" with an episode of madmen on my laptop, in bed. Pretty pixels again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad...&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to shake this bedtime routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after many sleepless night, I broke down and popped one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KGSGBiQXs/TkreZwePFnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-cAhkdJNSnE/s1600/IMG_2401_LRG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KGSGBiQXs/TkreZwePFnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-cAhkdJNSnE/s1600/IMG_2401_LRG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleepeze D Extra Strength Capsules is a temporary sleep aid intentent to target occasional sleeplessness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I highlight the word "occasional"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I slept like a baby last night. Woke up fresh, alert and ready for the day. Tim dislikes this sleepaid immensely (we may have watched the show "intervention" together last night..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm desperate folks. I want sleep. Good quality zzzz's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't suggest I work less or earlier in the day. It's not an option right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's experiment is me sleeping in the basement bedroom...alone. Not my idea, but we need to rule out the possibility of Tim being the problemo here...he insists he is not a trasher, sleep disturber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I have not thought of what happens if he IS the problemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin single beds in one room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I am 90!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-4862424030059505257?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4862424030059505257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-no-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/4862424030059505257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/4862424030059505257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-no-sleepy.html' title='Me no sleepy'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5KGSGBiQXs/TkreZwePFnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-cAhkdJNSnE/s72-c/IMG_2401_LRG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2204609736560815947</id><published>2011-07-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:20:20.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High school reunion</title><content type='html'>Last month was 20 years since I graduated high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a moment of sadness...not because I would like to be 17 again, but because if the last 20 flew by...the next 20 will surely pass at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be 57...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole will be 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins will be 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have vented about my high school experience before..and I'm not sure if it's just the universe trying to make me relive the crummy 3 years I invested in a school half way across town, just so I could speak french all day and never use it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try and forget my high school years, in the last 3 weeks I have had 4 "friend" requests on facebook from former high school "aquaintances"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not "friends" as facebook like to call them..&lt;br /&gt;But people who never spoke to me, or better yet...a girl who slammed my hand in my locker and told me to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tie her shoe bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be adding you in a heartbeat my "friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm curious, as we age, do we forget the fruits of our past? Do we assume we can all just be "friends" now that we have kids, are more mature, or are we simply suffering from long term memory loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a motto...and it's testing me weekly these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DID NOT TALK TO ME IN HIGHSCHOOL, JUST DON'T BOTHER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that,&amp;nbsp; I friend requested a girl from high school who I adored. She was smart, athletic and was one of the few who treated me with kindness...I "requested" her a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Maybe MY memory is not as sharp as it used to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2204609736560815947?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2204609736560815947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-school-reunion.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2204609736560815947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2204609736560815947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-school-reunion.html' title='High school reunion'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-9050453219585232146</id><published>2011-07-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:51:01.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can laugh about it now...</title><content type='html'>Remember I mentioned Kyle's "everest expedition" last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to tell my story.&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly need some therapy...or a support group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM'S WHO'S KIDS CLIMB THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer. Cole was not a climber. We did not even baby proof the cupboards. He never did, and still doesn't get "into" things. The kid never even wore a bib!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle...oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing Luke and Kyle took off down the hall. He would usually play with the train set in the front room. After 30 seconds I did not hear the sweet sound of trains clicking together, I decided to check on him. My illustration will show you where I found my 17 pound twirp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CV-oy4fiF4/Th9iQINFQHI/AAAAAAAAA60/qpkoSWhGwUw/s1600/Kyle+Climb+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CV-oy4fiF4/Th9iQINFQHI/AAAAAAAAA60/qpkoSWhGwUw/s320/Kyle+Climb+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes that's right...while the stairs are baby gated, (false sense of security my friends...) Kyle managed to scale the outside of the staircase (see pawprints)...10 stairs, using the spindles...and a wee little ledge on each stair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever?..yes..&lt;br /&gt;Smart? ...some may say so&lt;br /&gt;I simply shake my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that pampers box at the bottom....it's my attempt at baby proofing them spindles....I'm thinking TOYS R US does not carry a "spindle proof" package for climbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to NOT react, calmly grab Kyle's legs, as they dangled (heart attack yes...) and take him down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing he's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1ZmV52t0QE/Th9kjo9PwcI/AAAAAAAAA64/H0dG2IIpuao/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1ZmV52t0QE/Th9kjo9PwcI/AAAAAAAAA64/H0dG2IIpuao/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" width="320" /&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/6703206038257334510-9050453219585232146?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9050453219585232146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-laugh-about-it-now.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/9050453219585232146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/9050453219585232146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-laugh-about-it-now.html' title='I can laugh about it now...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CV-oy4fiF4/Th9iQINFQHI/AAAAAAAAA60/qpkoSWhGwUw/s72-c/Kyle+Climb+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7102322266175966327</id><published>2011-07-07T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:29:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy to blog?</title><content type='html'>Me, the energizer bunny, is too busy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new position with my job and it's been a juggling act to fit everything into this thing called a 24 hour day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please make my days longer so I can sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole finished grade 1. Besides one little note sent home about an argument/meltdown over a spot in line at gym class...he had a great year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; NHL and soccer non-stop...if only he would put that effort into printing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7ccND8G8f4/ThYC_0Ib6QI/AAAAAAAAA6g/77WNEb5T_8U/s1600/P1070871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7ccND8G8f4/ThYC_0Ib6QI/AAAAAAAAA6g/77WNEb5T_8U/s320/P1070871.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins are 19 months and are BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say busy?&lt;br /&gt;I mean CRAZY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Cole was...times two. I thought I was tired with Cole at this stage. HA! Luke has found his voice...I mean whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_zAaQUzcIs/ThYGXMNabXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9GoJTKGGmv4/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_zAaQUzcIs/ThYGXMNabXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9GoJTKGGmv4/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtsy8evaIRE/ThYFGD_G8YI/AAAAAAAAA6k/aJluXWMRG10/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyle has chosen to hop, skip or run all day and best of all he CLIMBS everything in sight.&amp;nbsp; His ability to scale staircases is impressive, I will save that story for another day. I'm still traumatized by what I'm calling "the Everest Expedition"...for now I head to the lake where he can climb sand hills. Less bruises, same fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtHZdw8_xQs/ThYH9CO5GOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ij6zU3kdEBE/s1600/DSC_0273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtHZdw8_xQs/ThYH9CO5GOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ij6zU3kdEBE/s320/DSC_0273.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I met my niece and nephew for the first time last week (so cute), and Tim's bros upcoming wedding is this month...Maybe August will present some relaxation for this momma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until then, if you are still reading this blog, I thank you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7102322266175966327?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7102322266175966327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-busy-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7102322266175966327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7102322266175966327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='Too busy to blog?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7ccND8G8f4/ThYC_0Ib6QI/AAAAAAAAA6g/77WNEb5T_8U/s72-c/P1070871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2356310084676957463</id><published>2011-05-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:11:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Luke could talk...</title><content type='html'>If Luke could talk...I imagine this is what he would have said today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, a water table, score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4tdH2PXdSc/TdA9xJb7WXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/70eeSOHfmM0/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4tdH2PXdSc/TdA9xJb7WXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/70eeSOHfmM0/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, look at this kid, in his preppy collar shirt, all smiley and clean...pouring the water sooooo nicely.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHTkZ60bTAQ/TdA-UWUUI-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/JWXh03mUkX4/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHTkZ60bTAQ/TdA-UWUUI-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/JWXh03mUkX4/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hurry it up there daddy....although I'm not sure why you are putting legs on this table...I have no intention to STAND and play with it...not like those kids on the box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKcKPy5UsZE/TdA-1gIQ-4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/gCE96kRV_Go/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKcKPy5UsZE/TdA-1gIQ-4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/gCE96kRV_Go/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Kyle, I told you it's an outdoor bath tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9RZkeK29pg/TdA_qU57rsI/AAAAAAAAA40/8HSAFY2iGs8/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9RZkeK29pg/TdA_qU57rsI/AAAAAAAAA40/8HSAFY2iGs8/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead, have a snack, we can hang out in here for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHiALvbgX04/TdBADL29ANI/AAAAAAAAA44/lKRng0ARUII/s1600/DSC_0299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHiALvbgX04/TdBADL29ANI/AAAAAAAAA44/lKRng0ARUII/s320/DSC_0299.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following me little bro...hug it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLO9tmu9Zl8/TdBAnQlJCFI/AAAAAAAAA48/qOkWDXltDnE/s1600/DSC_0296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLO9tmu9Zl8/TdBAnQlJCFI/AAAAAAAAA48/qOkWDXltDnE/s320/DSC_0296.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stick with me, I'll "teach" you lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Ld-9tTWTE/TdBA_U78adI/AAAAAAAAA5A/-ZJofTI3tVI/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Ld-9tTWTE/TdBA_U78adI/AAAAAAAAA5A/-ZJofTI3tVI/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What...what'd I do mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nuvKQIZGSo/TdBBTqM0wFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jpfvzBq7H2s/s1600/DSC_0302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nuvKQIZGSo/TdBBTqM0wFI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jpfvzBq7H2s/s320/DSC_0302.jpg" width="285" /&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/6703206038257334510-2356310084676957463?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2356310084676957463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-luke-could-talk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2356310084676957463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2356310084676957463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-luke-could-talk.html' title='If Luke could talk...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4tdH2PXdSc/TdA9xJb7WXI/AAAAAAAAA4o/70eeSOHfmM0/s72-c/DSC_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6377616675766203413</id><published>2011-05-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:27:50.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the community garage sale. Mini donuts, balloons, cars everywhere...and out our front window I see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1i4GD-s0g/TcoXgqK969I/AAAAAAAAA4I/minVMtteesM/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1i4GD-s0g/TcoXgqK969I/AAAAAAAAA4I/minVMtteesM/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hutterite girls on skateboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were good too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers day, I can home from the gym to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpcGjO3MqL8/TcoYknP9wEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WOTSUfhRCfM/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpcGjO3MqL8/TcoYknP9wEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WOTSUfhRCfM/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;awe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGzyAFctgpA/Tcoah9CUa-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q2-9Q9qLN-8/s1600/big-viewer-3G-01-lrg._V188696038_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGzyAFctgpA/Tcoah9CUa-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q2-9Q9qLN-8/s320/big-viewer-3G-01-lrg._V188696038_.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With this case, Tim knows me so well...a plain black case would not do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILQC20qjDEY/TcobhWYkefI/AAAAAAAAA4U/b-eB2IV1BpU/s1600/41sWmA4%252BDjL._SL500_SS75_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILQC20qjDEY/TcobhWYkefI/AAAAAAAAA4U/b-eB2IV1BpU/s1600/41sWmA4%252BDjL._SL500_SS75_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I downloaded the Rob Lowe biography..and my mom came by to visit today and left with my Kindle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Lowe's dirty secret past will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is a climber...plain and simple, and it freaks me right out. ANYTHING he finds is turned into a step. Cole never climbed...I am in a constant state of panic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_U4H4uJglA8/Tcoc76CyeYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WqP1my9Urzk/s1600/DSC_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_U4H4uJglA8/Tcoc76CyeYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WqP1my9Urzk/s320/DSC_0263.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Luke has found his voice. Unfortunately it sounds like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaa, maaaaaaaaaaaa, waaaaaaaaaa, daaaaaaaaaaat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He needs some cheese with that whine. Don't let the smile fool you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLMikB45BcA/Tcod8ElOL1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/53B6j4d0BKI/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLMikB45BcA/Tcod8ElOL1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/53B6j4d0BKI/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A climber and a whiner...who could ask for anything more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/6703206038257334510-6377616675766203413?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6377616675766203413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/randomness.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6377616675766203413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6377616675766203413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1i4GD-s0g/TcoXgqK969I/AAAAAAAAA4I/minVMtteesM/s72-c/DSC_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1046079307417908512</id><published>2011-05-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:37:11.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;I've been waiting 9 years, 7 months, and 20 days for this day to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;When I was in my late teens, my mom pulled out an old scrapbook she had once made. Newspaper clippings from the assassination of JFK. As she leafed through each page, we sat and talked about the event. Where she was when it happened, how her world had forever changed that day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;Seeing the old clippings gave me a glimpse into a life I never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;I wanted to do the same.....a bittersweet kind of feeling that a "life changing" event would have to occur in order for me to do this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;That day came on Sept 11, 2001. I sat watching a plane slam into the side of a building.&amp;nbsp; I ate my cereal. I was writing day 2 of my CA exams that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;Great timing I thought.&amp;nbsp; Some crazy dude flew his little plane too low and hit a building.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;I came out of the exam 5 hours later and Tim called...I remember his exact words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;The world we knew is very different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;Each day I would clip articles from the newspaper and carefully arrange them into a scrapbook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQb_k-Lb7HA/Tb9tiGq2bxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/of1lQFmmoqk/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQb_k-Lb7HA/Tb9tiGq2bxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/of1lQFmmoqk/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4mFlSvipbQ/Tb9ueZxKgEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/c9mAChUPLmk/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4mFlSvipbQ/Tb9ueZxKgEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/c9mAChUPLmk/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-8SI_ieddw/Tb9uzVA8IMI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xmJWkUMC2bc/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-8SI_ieddw/Tb9uzVA8IMI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xmJWkUMC2bc/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For &lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;84,456 hours...the last page in my scrapbook had been left blank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Os9aBTh3xs/Tb9wzuLHr6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/UwY54uk3eMM/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Os9aBTh3xs/Tb9wzuLHr6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/UwY54uk3eMM/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;5,067,360 minutes has passed. Each year Tim and I flip the pages, the news paper articles now fading.&amp;nbsp; Remembering like it was yesterday....until today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;304,041,600 seconds has passed until I could finally glue down the last piece of the puzzle.&amp;nbsp; A sense of relief, a sense of closure for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-is5QPNeSFU8/Tb9zTq8r1_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/JGEL_b8l8ZU/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-is5QPNeSFU8/Tb9zTq8r1_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/JGEL_b8l8ZU/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;And so, this scrapbook is finished, and one day I will sit with my kids and read to them the stories of loss, despair, courage and sacrifice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ie-TMvXN3-g/Tb9z0aDjzRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xSjNTlRexk4/s1600/DSC_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ie-TMvXN3-g/Tb9z0aDjzRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xSjNTlRexk4/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;Forever Changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;Forever Remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="textXLarge" style="margin-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="PostDisplay"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1046079307417908512?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1046079307417908512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-waiting.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1046079307417908512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1046079307417908512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ve been waiting...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQb_k-Lb7HA/Tb9tiGq2bxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/of1lQFmmoqk/s72-c/DSC_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6952700910783973370</id><published>2011-04-27T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:49:55.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Geek</title><content type='html'>I would not consider myself a geek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little.....I do become giddy when financial statements balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek or no geek, anything that makes life easier..and cleaner with 3 kids is worth embracing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sister introduced me to a great website called &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/?itm=think_geek&amp;amp;rkgid=274502626&amp;amp;cpg=ogb1&amp;amp;source=google_branded&amp;amp;gclid=CPmmypu5vagCFUa8KgodMEETFA"&gt;THINK GEEK&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought Cole fantastic GEEKY gifts from this site at x-mas...&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/3-7-years/e6f7/?pfm=Search&amp;amp;t=jupiter%20juice"&gt;Jupiter Juice&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/homeoffice/kitchen/8122/"&gt;LED Faucet Lights&lt;/a&gt; to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I browse the site every now and then..and to my liking I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZBs5uKbLZg/TbhxgQ4y6pI/AAAAAAAAA20/akusfHe3Ego/s1600/loopa_bowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZBs5uKbLZg/TbhxgQ4y6pI/AAAAAAAAA20/akusfHe3Ego/s320/loopa_bowl.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's called a Loopa Toddler Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO SPILL THE FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, you mean the twins can carry around their snack and it will not end up on my carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: yes I have tried the snack traps and the twins bite off the lids...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way you carry it, the snack will NOT fall out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrlna94iYEc/TbhyRNMwkfI/AAAAAAAAA24/f45AaAWUIoY/s1600/loopa_bowl_inuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrlna94iYEc/TbhyRNMwkfI/AAAAAAAAA24/f45AaAWUIoY/s320/loopa_bowl_inuse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek or no Geek, I bought 2 of these babies in a heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the bowl looks about the size of Kyle's entire torso, who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My carpets will be clean..for more than 1 minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow to you Think Geek for "thinking" of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you all posted...care to predict....spillage or no spillage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6952700910783973370?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6952700910783973370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/think-geek.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6952700910783973370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6952700910783973370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/think-geek.html' title='Think Geek'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZBs5uKbLZg/TbhxgQ4y6pI/AAAAAAAAA20/akusfHe3Ego/s72-c/loopa_bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-55689629419950899</id><published>2011-04-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:53:26.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys..</title><content type='html'>2 acre yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 acres to run free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Luke decides to plunk himself here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk3ZDTTE-8/TbchUHyIOKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/5SBu_L9PXrQ/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk3ZDTTE-8/TbchUHyIOKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/5SBu_L9PXrQ/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Behind the tool shop...away from the party...in the dirt..and play with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhHIso9Fr0Q/TbchsNXrIRI/AAAAAAAAA2o/DI7lARzTgJ4/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhHIso9Fr0Q/TbchsNXrIRI/AAAAAAAAA2o/DI7lARzTgJ4/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And eat hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ljm0glP-yw/TbchgY0CSfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PhpS8hzuUKI/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ljm0glP-yw/TbchgY0CSfI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PhpS8hzuUKI/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And shine every possible rock with his tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQC-jFjnSHI/Tbch6lAyCnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rW11plyPiyA/s1600/DSC_0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQC-jFjnSHI/Tbch6lAyCnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rW11plyPiyA/s320/DSC_0073.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And hug hard pieces of wood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW81AEX8kpI/TbciLj4AzxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mU6ntW_C508/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW81AEX8kpI/TbciLj4AzxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mU6ntW_C508/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the bb-que fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, I was sitting behind the toolshop all afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm stereotyping my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the party SAT on the deck, with the guests and COLORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-55689629419950899?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/55689629419950899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/55689629419950899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/55689629419950899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys.html' title='boys..'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk3ZDTTE-8/TbchUHyIOKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/5SBu_L9PXrQ/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8622052286043617402</id><published>2011-04-21T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:51:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap labor</title><content type='html'>The weather has been less then desirable around here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow, rain, cold, wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one any one, they all seem to just rotate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sun, it's April already!&lt;br /&gt;When stuck inside with toddling boys, what to do, what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trekked to Sobeys and bought not one but TWO swiffer dry mops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fighting allowed, cleaning is serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ofjyMVbm9c/TbB6ONHEWTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/PoyqVMOMdiQ/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ofjyMVbm9c/TbB6ONHEWTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/PoyqVMOMdiQ/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap labour, I pay in smooches, clean bums and great food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSJ6ifwAGdg/TbB8BOhp6ZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ZpC20UU5QhY/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSJ6ifwAGdg/TbB8BOhp6ZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ZpC20UU5QhY/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in a cold spring day's work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odsh3-KCcMY/TbB8hnoNazI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IRM-D0h1MRA/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odsh3-KCcMY/TbB8hnoNazI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IRM-D0h1MRA/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooms away, it's nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do/did you do on cold days, stuck inside with small toddlers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8622052286043617402?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8622052286043617402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/cheap-labor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8622052286043617402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8622052286043617402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/cheap-labor.html' title='Cheap labor'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ofjyMVbm9c/TbB6ONHEWTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/PoyqVMOMdiQ/s72-c/DSC_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1370769709692178371</id><published>2011-04-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:21:28.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long lost art of Pen Pals</title><content type='html'>Did you have a pen pal growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still put pen to paper and actually "write" a letter to anyone these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as though the old fashioned writing (in proper grammar, indents, periods...etc..) has been replaced by fast fingers typing on keyboards, LOL, LMAO, I Miss U, How RU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost contact with all of my childhood penpals. I'm not sure why....life I suppose gets in the way. Technology allows us to find people, facebook allows us to "creep" into their lives...so who needs to actually write a letter to that friend in Europe? One can simply post on their "wall" and be done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer a good friend of Cole's moved to Ontario. There were tears....and as the tears dried, and the I miss him's started to fade, letters started to arrive in the mailbox... and Cole wanted to write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later and the letters continue to go back and forth, almost monthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true penpal for Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxa0SB0XUd0/Ta0JrCUWQEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rGMVtJ8N6Q0/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxa0SB0XUd0/Ta0JrCUWQEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rGMVtJ8N6Q0/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hockey cards, silly bands, tattoos and stickers included with each letter...simple 6 year old questions asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you playing soccer this year?&lt;br /&gt;How are your brothers?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little hands working hard each and every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fclX0s3nwYk/Ta0K-eatizI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4jKrcdW0f9s/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fclX0s3nwYk/Ta0K-eatizI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4jKrcdW0f9s/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher can thank me at the end of the year for intense printing practice ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penpals. A lost art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a letter tomorrow. To whom... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe noone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this blog is my pen pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your comments are my stickers and silly bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your continued support is my return letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1370769709692178371?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1370769709692178371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-lost-art-of-pen-pals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1370769709692178371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1370769709692178371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-lost-art-of-pen-pals.html' title='The long lost art of Pen Pals'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxa0SB0XUd0/Ta0JrCUWQEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rGMVtJ8N6Q0/s72-c/DSC_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-595577499832952349</id><published>2011-04-17T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:03:31.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duckin around..I hope</title><content type='html'>I grew up with an inground pool, it was fantastic...for the few months of the year our weather cooperated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the snow melted each year, we would wait to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait to see if our little "friends" would arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends being ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the highlight of spring, seeing those ducks every morning on our pool deck, then watching as she made her nest in the cedar bush, taking her daily swim at 7am...and finally seeing 12 baby ducks in our pool...all before OUR pool season even began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one year, they came no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last summer, we now have an inground pool and lo and behold one April morning the ducks were here! This time I watched Cole stare out the window in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we woke up to splattered egg shells on the pool deck, eaten clean. I asked an "expert" and she figured a skunk would have eaten the yolks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked skunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, amidst all the snow, I made my morning coffee and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slU2eofo020/TarkY-MAoqI/AAAAAAAAA14/8jHfPtO7Qgs/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slU2eofo020/TarkY-MAoqI/AAAAAAAAA14/8jHfPtO7Qgs/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are they deciding whether it worth the "risk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope so...&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-595577499832952349?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/595577499832952349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/duckin-aroundi-hope.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/595577499832952349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/595577499832952349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/duckin-aroundi-hope.html' title='Duckin around..I hope'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slU2eofo020/TarkY-MAoqI/AAAAAAAAA14/8jHfPtO7Qgs/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8926092866052357091</id><published>2011-04-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:02:02.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok..twins = ALOT of work</title><content type='html'>Not to sound crabby but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins is a tough gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to anyone with twins...but especially my gals out there with twins on the first crack&lt;br /&gt;I will never make the comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to go for one more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins is enough. I get it. Those words I speak of having more kids after twins is cruel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I wanted 4 kids..today..3 is plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the appointment Tim.&amp;nbsp; Get er done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy, one sad&lt;br /&gt;One whines, one climbs&lt;br /&gt;One spits, one trips and bites lip&lt;br /&gt;One eats sand, one eats rocks&lt;br /&gt;BOTH think I'm a jungle gym&lt;br /&gt;One clings to the right leg, one clings to the left leg&lt;br /&gt;One grabs, one jabs&lt;br /&gt;One screams, one screams louder&lt;br /&gt;BOTH want UP at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me next week and chances are I'll be back on the Baby #4 wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGburbn7IxA/TaShkc_osbI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Pegux58GWqk/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGburbn7IxA/TaShkc_osbI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Pegux58GWqk/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to get through this 17 month twins monster stage...it's sunny, it's warm...for Pete's sake there is nothing to scream, whine, kick, punch, grab, cry, spit, and best of all VOMIT about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS9_QgrMtcM/TaShUTt9QjI/AAAAAAAAA1o/zgAvCGTBXkU/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS9_QgrMtcM/TaShUTt9QjI/AAAAAAAAA1o/zgAvCGTBXkU/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8926092866052357091?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8926092866052357091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/oktwins-alot-of-work.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8926092866052357091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8926092866052357091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/oktwins-alot-of-work.html' title='Ok..twins = ALOT of work'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGburbn7IxA/TaShkc_osbI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Pegux58GWqk/s72-c/DSC_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8515518033691271424</id><published>2011-03-31T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:09:50.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break FLEW BY- A review in pics</title><content type='html'>Spring Break around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No BIG events happening..no major commitments, so I shipped out with my boys to the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6d7197-e6Q/TZUsUQ4H1aI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ITfDsRCRoT0/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6d7197-e6Q/TZUsUQ4H1aI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ITfDsRCRoT0/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beauty of a winterized cabin an hour outside of the city.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole brought HIS favorite snack, and my cooler full of protein and veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJeGy7FDAt0/TZUs3wJFqfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-Kdz4iybxwQ/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJeGy7FDAt0/TZUs3wJFqfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-Kdz4iybxwQ/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke flipped through his family album..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie9uiCoxd4s/TZUrvYc6UKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MUKJlDNcmi0/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie9uiCoxd4s/TZUrvYc6UKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MUKJlDNcmi0/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyle chose to check out women in bikinis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6x0fOw5ObE/TZUtnn8HdII/AAAAAAAAA0o/mp_C_B2Sx0A/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6x0fOw5ObE/TZUtnn8HdII/AAAAAAAAA0o/mp_C_B2Sx0A/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked..and walked...until we could walk no more...which for 16 month olds was about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTMW_5bAmLg/TZUxVQJfCvI/AAAAAAAAA00/0xR5AgjKwwg/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTMW_5bAmLg/TZUxVQJfCvI/AAAAAAAAA00/0xR5AgjKwwg/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored the quiet streets, appreciated the sunny days, and we stopped to admire things  like a deserted ice fishing shack in the middle of the lake. A sign that  spring IS coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1xFMw0qX3g/TZUwstfWRyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/v-XiOQyTFEQ/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1xFMw0qX3g/TZUwstfWRyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/v-XiOQyTFEQ/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we returned home, Cole played on ice at the Manitoba Moose Game...He  was worried about being body checked...we may have to revisit this whole  hockey thing again...I think he forgets body checking IS part of  hockey. My little Timbit skated his butt off.&amp;nbsp; ME. SO. PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BI1ikrwxj8/TZUulsB2kaI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UcV2UM8eQz8/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BI1ikrwxj8/TZUulsB2kaI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UcV2UM8eQz8/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  we enter the final day of spring break, I'm reminded of how much FUN it is  to have three busy boys...they run me RAGGED some days..but as I cooked  dinner tonight, I turned around and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OCCTO9lz1c/TZUyP6NootI/AAAAAAAAA04/qyQfPwJ9TgE/s1600/P1070596.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OCCTO9lz1c/TZUyP6NootI/AAAAAAAAA04/qyQfPwJ9TgE/s320/P1070596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart melts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let the snow melt...spring break is over.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8515518033691271424?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8515518033691271424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-flew-by-review-in-pics.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8515518033691271424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8515518033691271424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-flew-by-review-in-pics.html' title='Spring Break FLEW BY- A review in pics'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6d7197-e6Q/TZUsUQ4H1aI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ITfDsRCRoT0/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7063593143751967507</id><published>2011-03-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:24:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging..thank god for Thomas</title><content type='html'>Where did I go! So many emails, so many questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a breather.&lt;br /&gt;I did some self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No details are necessary here, there is no big story, no juicy gossip...just me chilling within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I have anxiety issues. These seem to get worse the busier I get. I'm learning how to cope with anxiety, without deflecting it onto others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and learn...isn't that the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your foot in your mouth..and then try to take it out gracefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are the twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work these days. I am finally feeling the grunt of having 2 kids the exact same age...with exact opposite personalities. One whines, one is so quiet I find him hiding in odd places...One is fast and agile, the other is big and clumsy. Unfortunately the big and clumsy one is the whiner, which means as I tend to his "issue" the fast and agile one has enough time to push a basket over to the train table and climb on top....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing they have in common...a love for Thomas the Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you little blue guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aDcSizriIeg/TYoon8Rnc1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/-e84Uj3lEYQ/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aDcSizriIeg/TYoon8Rnc1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/-e84Uj3lEYQ/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EOOeohlvBdo/TYoo5jrojfI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AxH_s0SZ0X4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An investment 4 years ago has paid for itself 3 times over now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EOOeohlvBdo/TYoo5jrojfI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AxH_s0SZ0X4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EOOeohlvBdo/TYoo5jrojfI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AxH_s0SZ0X4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pkimg7uF2ls/TYopkB7wlZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/smTmrg25f-o/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-izM9NMfSr4c/TYora9vRhCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/aztXHWVVfJI/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-izM9NMfSr4c/TYora9vRhCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/aztXHWVVfJI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DQMIYgnuCys/TYorNnYuVwI/AAAAAAAAA0I/QtgM-rKUyhs/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DQMIYgnuCys/TYorNnYuVwI/AAAAAAAAA0I/QtgM-rKUyhs/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iBBGgiWh0zw/TYor8rHfk9I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5AI_EbMFJlg/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iBBGgiWh0zw/TYor8rHfk9I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5AI_EbMFJlg/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I expect these seconds of peace to turn into several minutes of peace....got it Thomas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7063593143751967507?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7063593143751967507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-bloggingthank-god-for-thomas.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7063593143751967507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7063593143751967507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-bloggingthank-god-for-thomas.html' title='Back to blogging..thank god for Thomas'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aDcSizriIeg/TYoon8Rnc1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/-e84Uj3lEYQ/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5191966953740378380</id><published>2011-02-24T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:40:48.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be little...</title><content type='html'>Kyle is small.&amp;nbsp; I get asked by many strangers how old he is....a man at Walmart guessed he was 4 months old a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; 4 months? Are you kidding me?&amp;nbsp; Try 14 months I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others stare in awe that such a peanut is vertical and running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle eats alot, sleeps alot and he RUNS...ALOT. Never stops. He is my child, no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has moments of incredible patience, concentration and pure joy...and when these happen I whip out my camera to capture them..to remind me of how perfect he is in my eyes...how the comments others seem to "share" are just comments..nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuMu_sw37_Q/TWaEsTVDTAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dF3-bujAoao/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuMu_sw37_Q/TWaEsTVDTAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dF3-bujAoao/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RLdKvZns54/TWaFC1BrlwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2M16SyWTqeE/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RLdKvZns54/TWaFC1BrlwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2M16SyWTqeE/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4wuVHtEKYc/TWaFR3cf-CI/AAAAAAAAAx8/xnfDF5xkjsk/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4wuVHtEKYc/TWaFR3cf-CI/AAAAAAAAAx8/xnfDF5xkjsk/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly little...&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly loved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5191966953740378380?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5191966953740378380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-may-be-little.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5191966953740378380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5191966953740378380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-may-be-little.html' title='I may be little...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuMu_sw37_Q/TWaEsTVDTAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dF3-bujAoao/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5137490620850576872</id><published>2011-02-18T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:06:07.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be worried Friday?</title><content type='html'>I'm calling today&lt;br /&gt;Should I be worried Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My order from www.manynike.com came in..5 pairs of UGGS and 6 NHL Jerseys ...not all for me mind you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHFq5wycRk/TV7Lq794SDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EYdc5Jc0xko/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHFq5wycRk/TV7Lq794SDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EYdc5Jc0xko/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Should I be worried that posting this may shut down my favorite knock off website..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle likes to walk around the house like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LWpxqUD3E4/TV7MShkHY6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/o0h_LkkfsDc/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LWpxqUD3E4/TV7MShkHY6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/o0h_LkkfsDc/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be worried or happy that his head is padded by the box as he bumps into the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle also likes to do this while he reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiUE4pA9D1c/TV7OdaRTClI/AAAAAAAAAxg/my9ltE4DkxU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiUE4pA9D1c/TV7OdaRTClI/AAAAAAAAAxg/my9ltE4DkxU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Should I be worried...or thankful that he is sitting while he does this...why could he not just have taken a soother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, Luke seems to think the Thomas the Train Cargo is also a soother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKjLsIemoCM/TV7PlqNeO2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_f81rdrzdMM/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKjLsIemoCM/TV7PlqNeO2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_f81rdrzdMM/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is totally ok in my house..not worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas is more fun than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZnW0QVcdk8/TV7QPJPXTmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HpKNaPIX8YA/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZnW0QVcdk8/TV7QPJPXTmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HpKNaPIX8YA/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Should I be worried or should I put on several Thomas shows in a row so I can have a few moments peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is addicted to hockey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBNBKCcjGc/TV7QfJkUZcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bjtUFsdYzUE/s1600/P1050751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBNBKCcjGc/TV7QfJkUZcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bjtUFsdYzUE/s320/P1050751.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Should I be worried...or should I simply start saving every penny in hopes that he will one day venture onto the ice as an NHL'er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's worrying you these days?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5137490620850576872?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5137490620850576872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/should-i-be-worried-friday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5137490620850576872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5137490620850576872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/should-i-be-worried-friday.html' title='Should I be worried Friday?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHFq5wycRk/TV7Lq794SDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EYdc5Jc0xko/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8287906118207933455</id><published>2011-02-16T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:13:39.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the High Chairs?</title><content type='html'>A trip to Winners is like a trip to Costco, EXPENSIVE. Today was no exception. I went to look for sunglasses and I came home with high chairs....or better yet travel chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the store 5 seconds when the &lt;a href="http://www.mommatechnology.com/items/lightView/36"&gt;Momma Travel Chair&lt;/a&gt; jumped out at me and I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT FOR THE CABIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had 2 left...it was a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 2 shirts, workout top and sunglasses took some digging and were definitely not a sign...but they still called my name...and I answered...why YES I will purchase you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Tim the chairs, expecting a wrinkled nose, exasperated breath and the word "budget" spoken, but the chairs proved to be exactly what we didn't know we needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang from the kitchen table and fold up AND pack up nicely into a travel bag! Now the true test would be whether the twins would sit in them...and they did...happily...for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; The pros for me are not only the space saved, but also that the twins can be right with us at the table as we eat our meals together. The cons? Well there are several, including NO TRAYS which means MESS on my area rug.....vacuums can suck up all kinds of food right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these chairs will make it to the lake for sure but whether we trade in our own high chairs here at home remains TBD....in the meantime, let's enjoy the 5 minutes of happiness I did capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CLHVW9E1U/TVxX7u0m66I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dC2TeWrb19A/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CLHVW9E1U/TVxX7u0m66I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dC2TeWrb19A/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGhVvw1neSY/TVxYNaVXyTI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XooBpU5SsN4/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGhVvw1neSY/TVxYNaVXyTI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XooBpU5SsN4/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UbnYjgu8yg/TVxYcfWoDhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Rdvf__GVtv0/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UbnYjgu8yg/TVxYcfWoDhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Rdvf__GVtv0/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="320" /&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/6703206038257334510-8287906118207933455?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8287906118207933455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/gone-with-high-chairs.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8287906118207933455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8287906118207933455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/gone-with-high-chairs.html' title='Gone with the High Chairs?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CLHVW9E1U/TVxX7u0m66I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dC2TeWrb19A/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3343595810292007467</id><published>2011-02-14T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:48:15.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "V" Day</title><content type='html'>Hubby surprised me by posting this on the fridge today before school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRR8pq3QRik/TVmGccSnEDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Nu1oE4lugN4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRR8pq3QRik/TVmGccSnEDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Nu1oE4lugN4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together...Awe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Luke always naked you ask? He is the MESSIEST eater...too many shirts ruined in my eyes. Too much laundry for this gal.&amp;nbsp; I do keep the socks and Robeez on...cause socks and sandals is cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins managed to find the box of nerds I had bought for Cole for V-day and are "snacking" on them while watching Thomas.&amp;nbsp; A few nerds on their little systems can't make for crazy wired babies right?&amp;nbsp; Cole won't notice a box that looks like a mouse chewed it open...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-day is no longer about quiet romantic dinners and candy presents. A simple "everyone in good mood" day is the best V-day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best V-day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3343595810292007467?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3343595810292007467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-v-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3343595810292007467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3343595810292007467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy &quot;V&quot; Day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRR8pq3QRik/TVmGccSnEDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Nu1oE4lugN4/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1734662515454870984</id><published>2011-02-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:07:06.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to myself?</title><content type='html'>Starts off with me, trying to chill on good old Spiderman couch...with Luke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_ZLdn_Vu8k/TVgO75_flmI/AAAAAAAAAww/IUsQ6ZMlCgE/s1600/P1050697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_ZLdn_Vu8k/TVgO75_flmI/AAAAAAAAAww/IUsQ6ZMlCgE/s320/P1050697.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hold up! Here comes the oldest wanting some of this chillin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlBoNQe2Lvc/TVgPLxboSMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JjzXMCJwlXo/s1600/P1050698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlBoNQe2Lvc/TVgPLxboSMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JjzXMCJwlXo/s320/P1050698.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But wait, we cannot let mom have a moment of peace...we ALL must have a part of her..Kyle included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHgV83dQDp0/TVgPY0LDOXI/AAAAAAAAAw4/PM5dZrFWsoo/s1600/P1050700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHgV83dQDp0/TVgPY0LDOXI/AAAAAAAAAw4/PM5dZrFWsoo/s320/P1050700.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so this is my life, and I wouldn't change a thing. Happy to be such a commodity around this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get to chill...however that may be... in your home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1734662515454870984?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1734662515454870984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/moment-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1734662515454870984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1734662515454870984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/moment-to-myself.html' title='A moment to myself?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_ZLdn_Vu8k/TVgO75_flmI/AAAAAAAAAww/IUsQ6ZMlCgE/s72-c/P1050697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1329835968153571897</id><published>2011-02-11T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:36:49.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A failure to impress</title><content type='html'>I watched the Black Eyed Peas perform at the Superbowl...did anyone else watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I was hoping they would bang it out of the stadium..crank the energy, sound AMAZING....unlike their concert here last summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, they failed to impress, yet again. Sure they're all flashy, a party for the eyes...but the ears were a hurtin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for live concerts, I expect the artist to sound exactly as they do on the CD. Am I really that naive? Yes, Yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would list my yay's and nay's...a concert guide for anyone who's looking at taking one in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake&amp;nbsp; - YAY on ALL fronts...&lt;br /&gt;NKOTB: YAY..whether I am 15 or 35, they still rock&lt;br /&gt;NSync: YAY, per above JT is HOT, enough said&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion - YAY on the voice, NAY on the weird body jerks, hand motions she seems to include&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban&amp;nbsp; - YAY on the voice, NAY on the concert, boring...I should have just listened to the CD&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - NAY, NAY, NAY&lt;br /&gt;Akon - YAY...if you are in your 20's...but that never stopped me from kickin it..&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw &amp;amp; Faith Hill - YAY if you like lovey dovey sappy singing..&lt;br /&gt;Great Big Sea - YAY, I've seen them 4 times now and each time I feel like I'm in a local pub. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith - YAY...I think Steven Tyler is HOTTTT. Don't judge, you think it too.. deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few on my list that I have not seen but MUST see at some point. Help me out. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yay or Nay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U2 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson (I know, this will never happen but did anyone ever see him perform live?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janet Jackson &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who am I missing, who is a MUST see live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1329835968153571897?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1329835968153571897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/failure-to-impress.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1329835968153571897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1329835968153571897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/failure-to-impress.html' title='A failure to impress'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7241661989106992888</id><published>2011-02-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:38:45.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bloggy Award?  Yay!</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't like getting awards?&amp;nbsp; I'm amazed that people actually find my ramblings funny and interesting...interesting enough to give me an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1698902377"&gt;Mom vs the Boy&lt;/a&gt;s (check my fellow Canadian out, she's always got some great giveaways!) presented me with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUS0JcmMTBo/TVNKc6Uh7sI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZYlA9wTCl8g/s1600/versatilebloggeraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUS0JcmMTBo/TVNKc6Uh7sI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZYlA9wTCl8g/s1600/versatilebloggeraward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here's a breakdown of how this award works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell 7 things about yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Award 15 recently discovered new bloggers (ummm I'll try for 3!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact them and let them know they've received the award:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here goes- 7 things about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I eat red peppers whole, like they are apples. People stare, I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;2. I do not wear contacts, these baby blues are just THAT blue. &lt;br /&gt;3.We've moved homes 5 times in 10 years of marriage. &lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite cheat snack is a bowl of milk chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;5. I once tried to get out of a speeding ticket by kinda bending the truth...and I got denied. I obviously don't lie well. &lt;br /&gt;6. I was bullied by a girl from grades 5-7 and when I run into my bully (which I do given her hubby and I are in the same profession, and our city of 700k people is the biggest small town ever!) I time warp right back to elementary school...and I hate that&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; A lady at the gym drooled over my Burberry purse yesterday. I never mentioned it was fake....again, fibbing...is this a pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'll pass this award onto my following new discoveries!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tuccinestingplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/tristan-and-his-train-set.html"&gt;Our Nesting Place&lt;/a&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Living in Hawaii? Dreamy right?? Check her out and drool over the scenery she gets to experience as she spends time in what I think is the most beautiful place on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/2011/02/battle-wounds.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheHungryRunnerGirl+%28The+Hungry+Runner+Girl%29"&gt;The Hungry Runner Girl: &lt;/a&gt;This gal RUNS, and FAST. I love all the questions she poses, gets you thinking, gets you commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcylosesweight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcy's Weight Loss Journey:&lt;/a&gt; Aren't success stories about losing weight simply inspiring...so is this gals photography!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7241661989106992888?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7241661989106992888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloggy-award-yay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7241661989106992888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7241661989106992888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloggy-award-yay.html' title='A Bloggy Award?  Yay!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUS0JcmMTBo/TVNKc6Uh7sI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZYlA9wTCl8g/s72-c/versatilebloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-272789409126688855</id><published>2011-02-04T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:43:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bedbugs have arrived</title><content type='html'>Our fine city has a problem....a bedbug problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A front page newsworthy problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the Board of a daycare and we had a meeting a few weeks ago with the guest speaker being a bedbug expert. Let me tell you...I was fascinated by these little critters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and told Tim and Cole all about them. I'll give you the lowdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One bite will last them 18 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They will hide if a hotel room is not in use, they need a host...a host being you and me as we check into our room on that great vacation!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; They have been found in library books here recently...and the experts suggestion was for everyone to switch to Kindles. Are the days of taking a nice smelly book from the library over and done with?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They like to hang out in the middle seats at the local movie theatres. So sit on the end of the first row (yeah right...and get a cranked neck)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are not like the "old 1920's" bedbugs. Our recent crop are "resistant" to the chemical government allows us to spray to kill them...so heat treatment is best...and costly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Todays paper...bedbug found on local transit bus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can go on and on about this....it freaked me right out....have I freaked you out too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Cole decided that bedbugs only bite people over 65. According to Cole, they can tell the persons age by the size and wrinkles on your hands. Ohhhh the mind of a 6 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we lay in bed chatting, I had a whole slew of questions for him refuting his theories...in the end he ended our conversation like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I don't know why they won't bite us....I am NOT a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific or not, bedbugs are here, and are causing me some anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's making you anxious these days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-272789409126688855?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/272789409126688855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/bedbugs-have-arrived.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/272789409126688855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/272789409126688855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/bedbugs-have-arrived.html' title='The Bedbugs have arrived'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5064512659417209253</id><published>2011-02-01T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:38:46.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to...</title><content type='html'>This great guy is turning thirty something today....in order to avoid a panic attack, I will not say his true age. Let's just say I married a younger man, so his saving grace each year is that I will always be older....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, you look the exact same as when I met you 12 years ago. HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUgLfF2HbjI/AAAAAAAAAv4/i1kBpT2Lej0/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUgLfF2HbjI/AAAAAAAAAv4/i1kBpT2Lej0/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But more importantly you are a wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Cole simply put it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUgMk8ZkH2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/TXZG_3j71Io/s1600/P1050654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUgMk8ZkH2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/TXZG_3j71Io/s320/P1050654.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are the best daddy in the hol wid wruld&amp;nbsp; (whole wide world)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5064512659417209253?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5064512659417209253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-to.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5064512659417209253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5064512659417209253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUgLfF2HbjI/AAAAAAAAAv4/i1kBpT2Lej0/s72-c/DSC_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5947099792763333931</id><published>2011-01-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:22:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a serious addiction</title><content type='html'>Drink? nope&lt;br /&gt;Smoke? nope&lt;br /&gt;Gamble? nope&lt;br /&gt;Shop? Only if I a certain &lt;a href="http://wer4.blogspot.com/2011/01/tv-that-came-to-be.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+The4OfUs+%28The+4+of+Us%29"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; comes into town...&lt;br /&gt;Lululemon?&amp;nbsp; YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Mavi Jeans? YESSSSSS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's insane my friends. It's beyond reasonable here, and I plan on doing NOTHING about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a certain &lt;a href="http://wer4.blogspot.com/2011/01/tv-that-came-to-be.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+The4OfUs+%28The+4+of+Us%29"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; and I&amp;nbsp; went shopping to Lulu...we both spent some dough...but I restrained myself and put away the $100 post run pants...she did not. We talked about instant gratification (her style) and delayed gratification (my style). I can wait to find it online as I thrive on finding the "deal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore those awesome pants the next day and assured me they were comfortable beyond belief. Her butt also looked phenomenal in them...I contemplated heading back to the mall money pit but instead, I checked out my favorite on-line money pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they were, my size, my color, new without tags...for $69! It was a sign, they were meant for me...at least that's what I told Tim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they took 3 weeks to arrive, but they are on me now, and yes my butt looks good in them too..or so said Tim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUcaCoUgZdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Bj2BbseITw/s1600/P1050644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUcaCoUgZdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Bj2BbseITw/s320/P1050644.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and while I was browsing, I came across this Scuba Hoodie for $70. New!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUcaPn3owiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/HfbBa-9hcyY/s1600/P1050647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUcaPn3owiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/HfbBa-9hcyY/s320/P1050647.JPG" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sent a certain someone MANY links to scuba hoodies for $69 on Ebay. Here's hoping she snatches one up, it's well worth the delayed gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you addicted to these days that I may need to check out for myself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5947099792763333931?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5947099792763333931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-serious-addiction.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5947099792763333931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5947099792763333931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-serious-addiction.html' title='I have a serious addiction'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUcaCoUgZdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Bj2BbseITw/s72-c/P1050644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3319595445953060999</id><published>2011-01-27T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:09:04.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You capture - Snow</title><content type='html'>I'm a day late participating in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGT5wmkViI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yBrwADE-uzU/s1600/you+caputure.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGT5wmkViI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yBrwADE-uzU/s1600/you+caputure.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I can't link up, but I had to capture the frost this morning. It's one of the prettiest sights in our long and frigid winters and it doesn't happen very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the deer were playing this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWa2jPGQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/y1shyeIR8yQ/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWa2jPGQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/y1shyeIR8yQ/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frost so thick it looked like each branch was covered in white cotton candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWuAdkStI/AAAAAAAAAvg/k8AF408I-JM/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWuAdkStI/AAAAAAAAAvg/k8AF408I-JM/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our deck post looked like it was sprinkled with coconut flakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGV9-7nrAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qlLfL6VObcc/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGV9-7nrAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qlLfL6VObcc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole's mini tree in the backyard was working hard to hold up it branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWLmOXk5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CtBM_Py6gBU/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGWLmOXk5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/CtBM_Py6gBU/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, while he is not covered in frost, he is covered in tears from mommy leaving him inside while I took pics from our deck..well worth the few minutes of separation anxiety don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGVya8KpTI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rD1sO1e7Big/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGVya8KpTI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rD1sO1e7Big/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the beauty that surrounds you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3319595445953060999?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3319595445953060999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-capture-snow.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3319595445953060999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3319595445953060999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-capture-snow.html' title='You capture - Snow'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUGT5wmkViI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yBrwADE-uzU/s72-c/you+caputure.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-332899687130709605</id><published>2011-01-26T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:17:19.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They said he was mine till 5</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, a wise woman (aka: my mom) told me, as Cole hung onto my leg crying for attention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheryl, enjoy these young years with Cole. He's ALL yours until he turns about 5 or 6, and then he is ALL daddy's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance I thought, the way he clung to me, wiped daddy's kisses from my face, yanked my parents off me when they gave me hugs...he was always going to want me...he will call me mommy forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUBEWhhyYcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Csh4KIPLFvw/s1600/Picture+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUBEWhhyYcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Csh4KIPLFvw/s320/Picture+044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, my mom was right. First he switched to calling me MOM. It still stings when I hear it.I miss MOMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also not clinging to me anymore. He enjoys the "drop off" at school, a kiss in the car and he's out the door to join his friends in line. Sure he NEEDS me. He wants my hugs, kisses, smiles, praise....but in the end the same question gets asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, when is dad done work? Mom, when can dad take take me skating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mom, dad and I already started the movie! Oh mom, dad and I are making a pizza! Oh mom, dad and I are playing Wii hockey...I don't think you can play that game...it's hockey! Oh mom, friday night is daddy/Coley night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just not spend 5 years of undivided attention nurturing this young pup only to be tossed aside for someone with a much deeper voice who enjoys a game of tackle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted my time is significantly tied up nurturing the other 2 young pups in this family.....I rarely get a chance to sit down alone with Cole and just BE...the two of us. A simple game of old maid takes a half hour from 2 foot tall interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it really be that he doesn't need ME as much as he needs daddy right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get him back at some point or has our relationship changed forever? Maybe I need to read a manual on proper TRANSFORMER play, or maybe I'll brush up on my star wars trivia. Problem is these activities simply don't interest me as much as they do Tim.&amp;nbsp; I try, but it's never quite "right" in his baby blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like it or not, this weekend I have a date night, with a 6 year old. I'm thinking dinner and a movie..and maybe, just maybe, for a few hours.... he will be all mine again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-332899687130709605?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/332899687130709605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-said-he-was-mine-till-5.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/332899687130709605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/332899687130709605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-said-he-was-mine-till-5.html' title='They said he was mine till 5'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TUBEWhhyYcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Csh4KIPLFvw/s72-c/Picture+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-885251964601191208</id><published>2011-01-22T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:01:48.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FF, double F, whatever you want to call it, I got it</title><content type='html'>I had the flu all week. BUT,&amp;nbsp; I've been calling it the "FF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The functional flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last Monday 3am, I awoke to that turning of the stomach, the cold sweats happening and I remember saying out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooo, please no puking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am, 5am, 7am, puke, puke, puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the twins sensed I was ill...maybe the fetal position on the floor gave it away, but they played nicely together ALL day...well sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy (says Cole), Kyle is playing with your IPOD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....says I...here's hoping my 14 month old is better with technology then me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all week I've been slightly "off" in the stomach/ joints/energy department, not to the point of laying in bed, hence the "functional" aspect of this flu.&amp;nbsp; Never mind the complete loss of appetite which has taken place, and remains ongoing. Let's just say that peanut butter may not be consumed around here for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever puked peanut butter?&amp;nbsp; I wish that on noone. Truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, being sick gave me lots of time to practice pics with my new 50mm F1.8 Nikon lens.. check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2079261216"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2079261217"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrtvUoj-pI/AAAAAAAAAus/YZoa6_-Mg5s/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrtvUoj-pI/AAAAAAAAAus/YZoa6_-Mg5s/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTruMANzw7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/xwXeZh5G07E/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTruMANzw7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/xwXeZh5G07E/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrwqeVbwTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/CmuxxpGO6MQ/s1600/DSC_0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrwqeVbwTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/CmuxxpGO6MQ/s320/DSC_0041.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrwdFDKXsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Yg_t49D-KV4/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrwdFDKXsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Yg_t49D-KV4/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Umm yeah, Luke managed to find my tanning cream in my purse, little munchkin.. no worries, no lotion was consumed, I managed to get my FF butt off the floor and snag it. Even sick, a mommy must be on her game. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to an FFF (Functional Flu FREE) house this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-885251964601191208?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/885251964601191208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/ff-double-f-whatever-you-want-to-call.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/885251964601191208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/885251964601191208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/ff-double-f-whatever-you-want-to-call.html' title='FF, double F, whatever you want to call it, I got it'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TTrtvUoj-pI/AAAAAAAAAus/YZoa6_-Mg5s/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5666345391214842285</id><published>2011-01-16T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:03:54.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my name..just as it is</title><content type='html'>At least once a year Tim asks me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you changing your last name this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first and second year of marriage I said no, I wanted to finish my Chartered Accountancy in my maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd and 4th year I said no, I had too many clients that knew me by my maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth year I said I would, once we got settled into our new city...and then I got pregnant and life just got busy again.  It's tough work changing ALL your ID you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year after that something has happened to suggest that taking his name may be easier on me...for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The customs dude at Las Vegas Airport asking Tim HOW ON EARTH I could NOT have my wife take his name??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ER nurse at Childrens asking if I was a single mom since Cole has a different last name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blockbuster video rental dude who will not let me use Tim's card to rent movies, even though we have the same address&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The phone calls I get before every wedding asking whether I want to be listed by my maiden name or married name on the invite and place setting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my name...just as it is. I'm not saying I don't like Tim's name, our kids all have his name. It's a great name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I simply like the thought of holding onto something I was born with.  Maybe I'm being stubborn, selfish, non-traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyphens, combining names, moving my last name into my middle name are not options for me. All or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's like the couples who never marry because they think the label of "marriage" will ultimately break them apart?  We are happily married 10 years now....would a simple "name change" really make our marriage better?  Would Tim realize he is officially "stuck" with me if I finally did the "honorable" deed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've know women to jump at the chance to change their name, others who eventually change theirs, and those, who see it just like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individually unified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Given the chance, would you still change yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5666345391214842285?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5666345391214842285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-my-namejust-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5666345391214842285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5666345391214842285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-my-namejust-as-it-is.html' title='I like my name..just as it is'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2915057114026911554</id><published>2011-01-15T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:03:49.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tank is walking!</title><content type='html'>One day short of his 14 month b-day and Lukey "aka: Tank" decided to up and walk..right into the arms of big bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4739f9d8e20c7e2" 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://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4739f9d8e20c7e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D0D0EC35DEF61BBC60C294FAD16596AF5B786C.1097DD103E2F26D3F087B70DD0FF14253ECC0D0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4739f9d8e20c7e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLnC7KPcB_hn54v1t8U_bUcYIbF0&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://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4739f9d8e20c7e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D0D0EC35DEF61BBC60C294FAD16596AF5B786C.1097DD103E2F26D3F087B70DD0FF14253ECC0D0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4739f9d8e20c7e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLnC7KPcB_hn54v1t8U_bUcYIbF0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 walkers now, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Cole walked, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kyle walked I laughed, thankful that he could stop whining and up and get that toy he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Luke walked...I cried.  Likely the last time I will see that "first"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First steps...truly a sight to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2915057114026911554?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d4739f9d8e20c7e2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2915057114026911554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/tank-is-walking.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2915057114026911554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2915057114026911554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/tank-is-walking.html' title='The Tank is walking!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7722431636525236589</id><published>2011-01-13T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:24:06.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about friendship</title><content type='html'>She walked into my firm's training course over 7 years ago...super tall, super blonde and super intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked right on over to my table at break time and introduced herself. Maia was her name (MAY-YA)..pretty, just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she only lasted a few months at my firm (her choice!) , we became friends for what I hoped would be a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Cole, she had Halle and we named our Monday playdates during mat leave "Muffin Mondays" (she bakes a MEAN healthy muffin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with conceiving number 2 and even though she was busy with her second girl, not once did she dismiss my fears, insecurities and overall anxiety about my infertile future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Winnipeg....a visit here and there would allow us to fall right back into eachothers lives. By now I knew she was a keeper. Moving away truly tests a friendship and while I had resorted to emails and texting, she maintained good old fashioned communication... a weekly phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, after reading my blog she called to chat. A half hour of me venting about the negativity in my life, she barely got two words in...except to say that it is my life and it's about time I start doing things for me...and be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh...so true. I needed to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the doorbell rang and the UPS man handed me a package from amazon. Inside were 2 books, Simple Abundance and The Happiness Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are a wonderful, beautiful woman Cheryl, live YOUR authentic life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me, that is what friendship is all about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TS-m0Z6T0YI/AAAAAAAAAto/uKluCBDL7kw/s1600/me%2526maia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TS-m0Z6T0YI/AAAAAAAAAto/uKluCBDL7kw/s320/me%2526maia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561847484064715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7722431636525236589?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7722431636525236589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-about-friendship.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7722431636525236589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7722431636525236589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-about-friendship.html' title='Talk about friendship'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TS-m0Z6T0YI/AAAAAAAAAto/uKluCBDL7kw/s72-c/me%2526maia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6253406288056667454</id><published>2011-01-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:45:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///Users/cherylzealand/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-8.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/cherylzealand/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-9.png" alt="" /&gt;This morning on the today show there was a feature on a new trend...boys dressing in girls clothing. They have labeled one little guy "&lt;a href="http://news.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474978869749"&gt;the princess boy"&lt;/a&gt;. His mom lets him wear whatever he wants and he chooses to wear pink dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking...how would I feel if  my sons traded in Transformers for Barbies, Star Wars for Littlest Pet Shop?  A bedazzled pink shirt instead of blue turtlenecks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about an easy bake oven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the last one is easy to answer. After requesting such an oven for over a year, Cole received one from his auntie for  x-mas. Tim's eyebrow raised when he saw the box, I squealed in delight...FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blue....but would it matter if it were pink? Cole helps me bake all the time in the kitchen. Mind you, we use generic spatulas, metal bowls and electric mixers. If we now place an "easy bake" label on this activity, does it suddenly become a "girl" type thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter that the box and website has, and ALWAYS has promoted the easy bake oven as a girls toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKUktLHdtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/j_mHkAvkZz4/s1600/A68BC88A5056900B1026E0473E4C7501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKUktLHdtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/j_mHkAvkZz4/s320/A68BC88A5056900B1026E0473E4C7501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558168248451036882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried out the "process" today.  My thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icing in a small little pan occurred with the same concentration as placing cookies onto a big cookie sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKPSsA4dSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qbAgK_Mt2Go/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKPSsA4dSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qbAgK_Mt2Go/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558162441343890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The anticipation was as high as ever. Whether it's my oven or his...staring at the door will always make the cookies bake faster. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKPnW1OvNI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SLbg8zWM4FM/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKPnW1OvNI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/SLbg8zWM4FM/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558162796435127506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when the goods were baked and it was time to eat, the delivery method did not matter, the experience was the same. The smell of cinnamon pretzels even drew Tim away from his home office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKQgu0bxFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9co8FYoDzY8/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKQgu0bxFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9co8FYoDzY8/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558163782126781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My example is small and likely ridiculous as Cole is not wearing a pink dress as he bakes pretzels in his easy bake oven. But would that matter?  Would I be as patient and forthcoming as the Princess Boy's mom?  Is she hoping this "phase" will pass? Is she at all questioning why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she long for snips and snails and puppy dog tails?  Is "pretty in pink" no longer for only the Molly Ringwalds of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we, as a society, ready to accept conflicting genders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a 5 year old boy and his supportive and understanding mother leading a crusade for gender acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sold just yet...and deep down I really don't want to be faced with "buying in" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Lightsabre battles tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6253406288056667454?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6253406288056667454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/princess-boy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6253406288056667454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6253406288056667454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/princess-boy.html' title='The Princess Boy'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TSKUktLHdtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/j_mHkAvkZz4/s72-c/A68BC88A5056900B1026E0473E4C7501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8161784973214162197</id><published>2010-12-24T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:52:06.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness Santa arrives during the night</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when the twins see Santa... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRV4JbpjWjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/B2xqQTdFyJE/s1600/The%2BBoys%2BChristmas2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRV4JbpjWjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/B2xqQTdFyJE/s320/The%2BBoys%2BChristmas2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554477818867571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all my bloggy friends out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8161784973214162197?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8161784973214162197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-goodness-santa-arrives-during.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8161784973214162197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8161784973214162197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-goodness-santa-arrives-during.html' title='Thank goodness Santa arrives during the night'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRV4JbpjWjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/B2xqQTdFyJE/s72-c/The%2BBoys%2BChristmas2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2056516943088230332</id><published>2010-12-21T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:50:23.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 37th year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the start of my 37th year. I am truly closer to 40 then 30 now...not freaking out at all.....ok, maybe a little but it's more the fact that the kids are getting older, which means I am too...  I think 37 will be a fantastic year and I have lots to be proud of and appreciative for...so I'll minimize my complaining for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my bday?&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started it off at 5:30 am for a hamstring &amp;amp; tricep workout and when I came home at 7, Tim and Cole were up waiting, coffee on, presents lined up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I got 12 pound dumbells!&lt;br /&gt;YES! I got the 6-pack bag..in pink!! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRERW7UMQDI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kMNnY8yhdSI/s1600/small-pink1__93895_std.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRERW7UMQDI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kMNnY8yhdSI/s320/small-pink1__93895_std.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553238901101707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus an added bonus...a new pair of weight training gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last year I squealed when I got a dumbell rack. This is just as good, if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mommy friend brought by fresh flowers for me, my neighbor dropped off some MAC lipgloss (is she telling me something?), Tim's mom and my parents brought over LULULEMON gear and my sister dropped off a blouse from RW &amp;amp; Co and a "bedazzled" tank from Jacob. Never mind the LULU gifts cards I received in the mail from friends and family out of town....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I THAT predictable? LULU is the best best present ever. Hugs to everyone who knows me so well...I ordered a pair of crops and a running top online...they ship free overnight TODAY ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I ended the b-day with a movie - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0947798/"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/a&gt;. My choice. Great movie...I recommend it to anyone who like a psychodrama.....we contemplated a stop at our favorite restaurant for a glass of wine...but the power of a good night's sleep won us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me..what does 37 have in store for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2056516943088230332?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2056516943088230332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-37th-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2056516943088230332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2056516943088230332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-37th-year.html' title='my 37th year'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TRERW7UMQDI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kMNnY8yhdSI/s72-c/small-pink1__93895_std.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2996159921635081424</id><published>2010-12-17T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:41:02.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday- progress pics</title><content type='html'>Today was shoulders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 sets of each exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbell Shoulder press&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Presses&lt;br /&gt;Front Plate Raises&lt;br /&gt;Side Lateral Raises&lt;br /&gt;Bent over reverse flies&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes on the treadmill alternating minute walk minute sprint...and I'm spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing much changes from the front...maybe shoulders are rounding out a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQvI1tFsIRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w-hAPBHSmjE/s1600/P1050549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQvI1tFsIRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w-hAPBHSmjE/s320/P1050549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551751790626349330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My back is definitely getting thicker and fuller, I nice v-taper making the waist look smaller. I'll post my back workout next week.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQvJM5U5lTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PfOE4b1rwjo/s1600/P1050547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQvJM5U5lTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PfOE4b1rwjo/s320/P1050547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551752189048362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I saw my trainer Paul (read my last post, he wrote some fantastic and inspiring words) and I had a record squat (12 reps at 205 lbs) and leg (press 12 reps at 405lbs).  To say my legs are shaky today would be an understatement. A good session of power shopping with my sister tonight will cure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push a bit more this weekend ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2996159921635081424?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2996159921635081424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-progress-pics.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2996159921635081424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2996159921635081424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-progress-pics.html' title='Fitness Friday- progress pics'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQvI1tFsIRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w-hAPBHSmjE/s72-c/P1050549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3760890878194805774</id><published>2010-12-10T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:23:37.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday - Food and UGGS!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to think that our whole house "eats clean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosca Reno has a great cookbook called the &lt;a href="http://www.eatcleandiet.com/food_and_recipes/clean_recipe/eat-clean_egg_salad.aspx"&gt;Eat Clean diet&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out, it's worth it. My friend Maia told me about the delicious egg salad recipe she tried from this book.  It was a HIT all around. I can make it with full fat cottage cheese for the boys and no fat for Tim and I.  I can use all whole milk and eggs for the boys and mostly egg whites for Tim and I.  Try it out this weekend and let me know your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup / 60 ml fat-free cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;• 1 Tbsp / 15 ml skim milk&lt;br /&gt;• 1 tsp / 5 ml mustard• 4 hardboiled egg whites, diced&lt;br /&gt;• 1 hardboiled yolk&lt;br /&gt;• 2 Tbsp / 30 ml chopped green onion&lt;br /&gt;• 2 Tbsp / 30 ml chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;• Dash curry powder&lt;br /&gt;• 1/4 tsp / 1 ml sea salt &lt;p class="subTitle"&gt;Preparation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol class="listSpaced" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="listText"&gt; Whip cottage cheese and milk until smooth in medium-sized mixing bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="listText"&gt;Blend remaining ingredients except egg whites with cottage cheese   mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="listText"&gt;Add diced egg whites to cottage cheese mixture. Mix well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Calories: 170&lt;br /&gt;Calories from  Fat: 30&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 3.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Trans Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Carbs: 18g&lt;br /&gt;Dietary  Fiber: 3.5g&lt;br /&gt;Sodium: 528mgCholesterol: 106mg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides food, I seem to have an UGG addiction. Either you love em or you hate em...I love em... I cannot bring myself to spend $270 on the new 3 button style out there this winter...so I ordered a pair from China, www.manynike.com. Likely NOT real, but man they arrived today (with a box included and tags on!) and for $45 I will wear them loud and proud. Take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQKKBjqmCWI/AAAAAAAAArs/fvGChMUfl_Q/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQKKBjqmCWI/AAAAAAAAArs/fvGChMUfl_Q/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549149450232269154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am ordering UGG slippers and flip flops as soon as I get paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weight gain front...not great news..I lost 2 pounds on my weigh in this week, putting me at 122.5. Body fat remained at 11.9%. That pound of muscle I worked for disappeared as fast as you can say FLU BUG!. On the upside, I feel 100% back to normal physically, my back measurement went up which means my lats are popping out a bit more. Mentally, I'm excited to hit it hard the next few weeks and grow...The plan is to choose ground beef over chicken at least once a day and get in at least 3 protein shakes per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my treadmill workout from this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incline 9: 3 minutes walk at 3.5mph, 2 minutes run backwards at 3.0mph&lt;br /&gt;Incline 10: same as above&lt;br /&gt;Incline 11: same as above&lt;br /&gt;Incline 12: same as above&lt;br /&gt;Incline 10: Side shuffle 30 sec one way, 30 seconds other side, 3.0 mph, repeat until 4 more times&lt;br /&gt;10 minute light jog, incline 1, 5.5mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ON MY IPOD THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More - Usher (remix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check it out - Will I Am &amp;amp; Nicki Minaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have a fit and fab weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3760890878194805774?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3760890878194805774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-food-and-uggs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3760890878194805774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3760890878194805774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-food-and-uggs.html' title='Fitness Friday - Food and UGGS!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TQKKBjqmCWI/AAAAAAAAArs/fvGChMUfl_Q/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8528972861610980884</id><published>2010-12-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:09:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 5 years..and 18 before that and likely NEVER AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who lives in another country. I'll call her Noni.  5 years ago she contacted me on facebook. The last time we had seen eachother before that was 18 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived one street away from my house growing up. She moved to Winnipeg from Toronto with her mom, dad and younger sister. She saw me standing at the bus stop one day and said "I must be friends with her".  A week later she registered for the same swim club and we became inseparable.  We rode the bus to school, hung out at recess, swam behind eachother at swim practice and mixed in sleepovers, shopping and of course boys. We were 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14 she told me she had to move back to Toronto. Her dad was being transferred. The day she pulled away from my house, the van packed to the roof and her hanging out the window crying was tough on this 14 year old. I had invested ALOT of time into her and she was leaving me. She was going to be someone else's best friend and I was left here, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents felt bad and sent me to Toronto that summer for swim camp.  Noni and I picked up where we had left off. It had only been 6 months.  I went back the next summer, and things were great, but we were changing. Time apart at 15 years old was not fostering best friend qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me from a far away country the day of my wedding in 2000. It had been 11 years since we had spoken. She was crying, happy for me, sad for not being able to attend the wedding....she dropped a bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a son.  It was a one night stand and she wanted it to work with the father but he chose to return to his girlfriend.  She was broke, miserable and now a single mom. We ended the conversation with a vow to keep in touch and meet up one day soon, in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day came 5 years later. I was living in Calgary and she was going to be in Toronto and given Canada is not ALL that big, she would book a flight from TO to Calgary and visit me, Cole (1 year old) and Tim.  I remember standing at the airport waiting for her, nervous and excited, happy and scared..you name it. She came out of the doors, we hugged, cried and laughed. I thought to myself...see? after all this time you can still be close, even if you are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day into her 4 day visit and I was ready to boot her little bottom back across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh, yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire trip was her therapy session, and pampering extravaganza. I played the role of both therapist and sugar mamma.  The father of her son married his girlfriend and wants custody of their son. She is never allowed to move. She is stuck "there". She dropped out of school and can't hold down a job (insert bite of expensive piece of steak she ordered at our dinner - courtesy of Tim, oh and don't forget the 4 drinks in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we do massages? Sure, why not...and while we're at it, this gal on maternity leave (unemployment wages) will take care of that $200 tab. Here is where we insert the story of how she slept with a groomsmen at the wedding in Toronto and now he refuses to call her back...on the cell phone her dad is paying for..which is almost dead...so she can't talk to her son....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go shopping! Suuuuuuurrrre!!!!! Let's spend money we do not have!! In fact, after I buy lunch, she will go and buy a $60 belt from Banana Republic and then proceed to LEAVE the belt at another store shortly thereafter.  The solution being that I return to the mall (with 1 year old in tow) and search for the belt...and then mail it to her far across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home that day with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. It was not supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a reunion I would cherish forever.  Our lives had taken very different paths, but deep down I thought those 12 year old best friends were in us somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 years since her visit. 5 years since we have spoken. She must have felt the same way as I did given we have not made the effort to keep in touch. I often wonder how she is, what she's doing, if she's in a better place now. If she's standing on her own two feet, confident and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll decide to find out...maybe in another 18 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8528972861610980884?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8528972861610980884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-5-yearsand-18-before-that-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8528972861610980884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8528972861610980884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-5-yearsand-18-before-that-and.html' title='It&apos;s been 5 years..and 18 before that and likely NEVER AGAIN'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3876457807836284868</id><published>2010-12-08T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:57:41.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas me Some MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>I was stalling the Christmas Tree "putting up" event.  I love my tree, I want the ornaments to remain intact...you know...free from 20 little fingers grabbing at them all day.  I asked around for baby proofing ideas and my boss told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap a bunch of presents (empty boxes even) and place them around the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked! I thought Kyle the climber may begin a journey to the top of the tree but he has stayed away, content to sit and look at the lights.  Luke swats at the lower branches...that's about it.. so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were putting up the tree I played my favorite Christmas CD...which is The Barenaked Ladies - Barenaked for the Holidays.  My favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elf's Lament. Take a listen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qixiv080feg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me search for a comparable CD. Fun for both adults and kids. No luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you listen to at Christmas time? What makes you dance and smile and feel the true spirit of Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3876457807836284868?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3876457807836284868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-me-some-music.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3876457807836284868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3876457807836284868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-me-some-music.html' title='Christmas me Some MUSIC!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1239709044345851254</id><published>2010-12-03T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:52:50.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday- Make that Flu Bug Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm usually inspired on fridays to post some great workout for everyone.  Today, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the cold sweats, stiff as a board and that old "hangover" feeling I have not had in YEARS.  I told Cole last week during our house of illness phase that mommies can't get sick. Who would take care of the kids? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it goooood.  I admit, I take on ALOT of stuff.  This weekend alone I have 2 photo shoots for friends, 20 papers to mark, 2 hockey games and a sister's b-day. Luckily my course is 2 weeks away from being done. Christmas card picture requests will die down and December birthdays are half of what November looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this body shut down today and spent most of it in the fetal position on the floor as the twins played nicely...phew.  I napped when they napped..something I have not done since they were newborns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who were hoping for a workout, my apologies.  Make me a promise to simply get some cardio in this weekend. I will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1239709044345851254?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1239709044345851254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-make-that-flu-bug-friday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1239709044345851254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1239709044345851254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/fitness-friday-make-that-flu-bug-friday.html' title='Fitness Friday- Make that Flu Bug Friday'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1085906321005627235</id><published>2010-12-01T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:54:28.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning in numbers</title><content type='html'>10: number of times I asked Cole to eat, get ready, pack lunch, put boots on, put jacket on...you get the picture. Amazing we made it to school on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: number of times Kyle threw his food over the edge of his highchair before he actually ate something...and we wonder why he is so skinny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: number of times Luke threw a hissy fit when I picked up Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: number of times Kyle threw a hissy fit when I picked up Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: number of diaper changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: number of times I have swept the floor already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: number of times Kyle has climbed up onto the coffee table by moving an object over to use as a step (sneaky little twirp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: number of coffees I have already had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: number of times I have actually sat down (one would be to write this post while 15 minutes of Thomas occupies their little minds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: number of loads of laundry I managed to get done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine my numbers for this afternoon..one thing is for sure..90 will be the number of minutes these two munchkins nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you momma's out there at home with the kids......what's your numbers looking like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1085906321005627235?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1085906321005627235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-morning-in-numbers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1085906321005627235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1085906321005627235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-morning-in-numbers.html' title='My morning in numbers'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-581665402896017977</id><published>2010-11-29T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:07:47.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent yet present?</title><content type='html'>Where o where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;Fitness friday came and went. I know. Sorry. I will get back on it this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list everything that's been going on but for the sake of not boring you, here is the shortlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke = croupe&lt;br /&gt;Kyle = bad cold&lt;br /&gt;Cole  = ear infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke + Kyle + Cole ALL cranky and begging for attention...from me. Only me. No one else would do.&lt;br /&gt;This meant I was unable to even get off the floor to work during the day...unless I wanted 2 screaming babies and a whiney 6 year old after me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..I have been reading the blogs, and I thank you for all the laughs and interesting information you have all provided during my week from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's freezing here so outings are "out" of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off. I was told this weekend that I seemed "upset"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was not Tim who said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my balancing act does not include sick kidlets. Apparently I look upset after not sleeping for several days and trying to maintain peace in the house all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently...I will have to try and smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and got a cut and color and threw on some makeup and smiled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TPQVJT_rL7I/AAAAAAAAArk/_zNREHJuPlM/s1600/DSC_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TPQVJT_rL7I/AAAAAAAAArk/_zNREHJuPlM/s320/DSC_1151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545080290930274226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done..and done.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a healthy week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-581665402896017977?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/581665402896017977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/absent-yet-present.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/581665402896017977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/581665402896017977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/absent-yet-present.html' title='Absent yet present?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TPQVJT_rL7I/AAAAAAAAArk/_zNREHJuPlM/s72-c/DSC_1151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6349288779437524844</id><published>2010-11-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:28:59.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking out</title><content type='html'>It's cold here. We're talking really cold, a bundle me up in a parka, ski pants and balaclava cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Winnipeg, how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one child, I could easily do it. With 2? Not so much. By "it" I mean venture outside. I have errands to run my friends.  I have photos at Costco and the cupboards are bare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the past week, me and the boys have been hanging indoors. They have plenty of new toys from the big birthday to keep them entertained...but nothing is quite as exciting as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TO04JKlILbI/AAAAAAAAArU/nP3ihaxqJJ8/s1600/DSC_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TO04JKlILbI/AAAAAAAAArU/nP3ihaxqJJ8/s320/DSC_1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543148446473006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times a day we sit in the front room and look outside. For me, it's simply cold snow and the fact that I'm stuck inside. For Luke and Kyle, I'm sure it's white, fluffy and looks like fun...how amazing it is to see them stare and smile as the snow falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cars and neighbors walk by. I'm sure the sight of these two staring out the window creates many of their own memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TO08JDJPRUI/AAAAAAAAArc/tHgHTSC94Dg/s1600/DSC_1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TO08JDJPRUI/AAAAAAAAArc/tHgHTSC94Dg/s320/DSC_1164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543152842523493698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom had tears when she saw them...she said it reminded her of her time at home with my brother and I, and how it feels like yesterday that we were standing at the window, making handprints on the glass...staring, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold weather can continue on...I'm good inside...looking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6349288779437524844?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6349288779437524844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/looking-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6349288779437524844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6349288779437524844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/looking-out.html' title='Looking out'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TO04JKlILbI/AAAAAAAAArU/nP3ihaxqJJ8/s72-c/DSC_1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3928672402188217542</id><published>2010-11-23T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:49:32.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The POWER of Oprah</title><content type='html'>The multi-million dollar talk show host has done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has cost me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not buy anything this time.  I sold something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she has that show every November called "Oprah's Favorite Things"....I like to watch it to see what goodies are hot ticket items in her mind. I also get a bit jealous of those in the audience, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Tim and I were looking to sell some stock. We decided our lululemon stock was a good choice. It was set to reach it's 52 week high, so we sold it at 49.50. A decent profit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN IT HAPPENED...SHE SAID THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'I've got to tell you, anything that cuts your butt in half should be your favorite thing too!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was referring to the Lululemon Relaxed Fit Pant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOwZ2LnJW6I/AAAAAAAAArM/Mru0G3xS_30/s1600/LW5666S_static_charcoal_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOwZ2LnJW6I/AAAAAAAAArM/Mru0G3xS_30/s320/LW5666S_static_charcoal_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542833660006849442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe viewers could miss her saying that...but then she brings out a bunch of models wearing the dang pants and has them turn around to flaunt off the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have heard me yelling at the TV.....NOOOOOO, Off the stage people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe viewers don't really care about butts looking half their size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stock jumped to $55 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of Oprah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3928672402188217542?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3928672402188217542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-oprah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3928672402188217542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3928672402188217542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-oprah.html' title='The POWER of Oprah'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOwZ2LnJW6I/AAAAAAAAArM/Mru0G3xS_30/s72-c/LW5666S_static_charcoal_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5240422251557306410</id><published>2010-11-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:38:04.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid...Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOnHYiJ3F8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/D8aox56UZpc/s1600/6576.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it rains, it pours weddings around here..&lt;br /&gt;Tim's brother just proposed to his girlfriend of a few years while vacationing in Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how the SECOND a girl gets engaged, the brain starts planning.. the wedding switch flicks to "on"  and away we go...I was the same, aren't most girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid round 3 for me....I've got this honor down to a science now.  No Problemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I met up with the lovely bride to watch her dress fitting. Yes, she had her dress within 3 days of being engaged. A gal who knows what she wants. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to one bridesmaid dress store and less then 2 hours later, all 5 of us were fitted, deposits paid and done. DONE..done. Can I say I LOVE my dress? Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOnHq-7ukoI/AAAAAAAAArE/Lam5HMOmC-I/s1600/BLUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOnHq-7ukoI/AAAAAAAAArE/Lam5HMOmC-I/s320/BLUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542180357718053506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's comfy, fun, cute and perfect for me. While I did not choose this dress at first, the second I saw it on another girl I had to try it.  I'm still learning to NOT judge a dress by the hangar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old Winnipeg Wedding Social will be next on the list. For those who are scrunching their face in confusion....Winnipeg is known for it's winter wedding socials.  It's a big party where you sell tickets for $10 and you rent a community centre, a DJ, provide cheap booze and some food and you have local businesses donate prizes for everyone to bid on. Tim and I made $5,000 at our social and paid the deposit on our first condo with it.  This social thing has been attempted in other cities, with no luck.  I don't get it, but I get it...you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also talk of a stagette in Vegas. Score!! Finally, a trip for me! Anyone wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention a date for the wedding has yet to be set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5240422251557306410?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5240422251557306410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/bridesmaidround-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5240422251557306410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5240422251557306410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/bridesmaidround-3.html' title='Bridesmaid...Round 3'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOnHq-7ukoI/AAAAAAAAArE/Lam5HMOmC-I/s72-c/BLUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6738493229201384223</id><published>2010-11-18T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:43:54.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday - Weigh In Week</title><content type='html'>124.5, up a pound in 3 weeks. Body fat remained at 11%, waist shrunk .5 inch but legs and arms grew .5inch. That 1 pound is all lean muscle...YAY.....here are my latest shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOXnPp52jNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/F5bhedZ86AY/s1600/P1050537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOXnPp52jNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/F5bhedZ86AY/s320/P1050537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541089172681821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased were my trainers. Pleased am I.  Feels like my muscles are popping out a bit more, less lean/skinny looking and more "fit" looking.  Can I say my boobies are back! Double yay!! Only took a year and some serious chest work but I managed to pump them up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOXoBHuPipI/AAAAAAAAAqU/zg7DipHesos/s1600/P1050538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOXoBHuPipI/AAAAAAAAAqU/zg7DipHesos/s320/P1050538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541090022499781266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can we say a tan is needed?  Yikes! Winnipeg Winter White in full effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of oblique work these past 3 weeks and the results were good.  Some definition on the side came through. Given my waist is pretty small, we don't expect huge changes there, just more definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in night means CHEAT MEAL NIGHT!  Tonight I was ALL OVER the chocolate from halloween, I have been saving it until now! As I sit here,  I feel ill and will likely have a headache from the sugar but it was well worth every little aero, kit kat and coffee crisp in my belly. Back on track tomorrow I go. Round 2, another 3 week program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked DANG hard for that pound, heavy on the weights, lighter (ie:45 minutes a day) of cardio and ALOT of food.  Amazes me how hard it is to gain muscle mass, I was worried I may get too big...not likely at the rate I'm going. We are switching to 5 days of weights now. I find my recovery time is not enough on a 6 day split. With my already active lifestyle with two babies at home, I need at least 2 days of active recovery. This will include yoga or light walk but no weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping trip to Costco tonight included:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ground Beef&lt;br /&gt;Veggies of all sorts..except carrots and peas, too high in carbs&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Cottage Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Whole grain bread&lt;br /&gt;Quinoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll spend the wee hours prepping and cooking while the babies play and the house is quiet. Approx. 16 weeks out from competition. 4 more weeks of eating like this and then we will start cutting it down to get lean. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ON MY IPOD THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give a little more -Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Big Bang - Rock Mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiggle Wiggle  - Fulanito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fit weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6738493229201384223?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6738493229201384223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/fitness-friday-weigh-in-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6738493229201384223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6738493229201384223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/fitness-friday-weigh-in-week.html' title='Fitness Friday - Weigh In Week'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOXnPp52jNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/F5bhedZ86AY/s72-c/P1050537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8546815422354346668</id><published>2010-11-15T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:07:51.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days Later</title><content type='html'>This was me just about a year ago..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH1n75sKhI/AAAAAAAAApM/gJopC0VIFw4/s1600/P1030530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH1n75sKhI/AAAAAAAAApM/gJopC0VIFw4/s320/P1030530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539979083085785618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were celebrating Cole's 5th birthday, knowing I was about at the end of my "pregnancy" rope...what you don't see is the extreme pain on my face from the pressure in my groin as the twins were both head down..and more then 6 pounds each....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog as a way to journal my infertility and IVF attempt. I was tired of everyone asking the same questions and I was tired of not having any answers. All I knew was that after Cole I stopped ovulating..nothing seemed to restart the cycle. Anger, frustration and sadness were part of my life.And then...we got these two...the only two that survived...how cute are they!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH2x3tZrOI/AAAAAAAAApU/Drqykc0-81Y/s1600/embyros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH2x3tZrOI/AAAAAAAAApU/Drqykc0-81Y/s320/embyros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539980353270820066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week after implantation I felt different...things felt off...I remember laying on the table at the clinic and the doctor placing the ultrasound wand to my belly. I couldn't look, I was scared of seeing nothing....but nothing prepared Tim and I for this sight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH35KwbiaI/AAAAAAAAApk/4ZTw9O91zOs/s1600/seven%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH35KwbiaI/AAAAAAAAApk/4ZTw9O91zOs/s320/seven%2Bweeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539981578154510754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and after 37 weeks of carrying those embroys, watching them grow, feeling them move inside my belly, on this day, one year ago, Luke and Kyle arrived into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH5enTtq6I/AAAAAAAAAps/SOymil3Rd6A/s1600/pics%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH5enTtq6I/AAAAAAAAAps/SOymil3Rd6A/s320/pics%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539983320985480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left the house as a family of 3 and came home as a family of 5. Sure there have been struggles along the way, sleepless nights, endless days of crying and whining...but Tim and I seem to manage through anything..supporting eachother and recognizing that some days are just tougher then others. Noone said twins was easy and they were right. Twins is double the work...but double the fun too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we struggle this week through a case of the croup for both twins, we will celebrate the big day on the weekend with family and close friends...double the cake and double the mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle took his first steps yesterday and Luke is finally skootching around to keep up with little brother.  The best part of the day is when I lay down on the floor and they crawl all over me, fighting for my attention, wanting to be close to mommy...will I always be so special in their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop and stare at them at least 20 times a day. They fascinate me. They. Are. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKrmOAcPpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yTtoYn1aJsI/s1600/DSC_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKrmOAcPpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yTtoYn1aJsI/s320/DSC_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540179164702457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKsJu3Np1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/87gsV_h7k5g/s1600/DSC_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKsJu3Np1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/87gsV_h7k5g/s320/DSC_1159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540179774817544018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you...thank you...thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st birthday my boys...you are everything daddy and I had hoped for...and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKqzT6E_RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g4KYFJeAFF0/s1600/DSC_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOKqzT6E_RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/g4KYFJeAFF0/s320/DSC_1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540178290113051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8546815422354346668?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8546815422354346668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/365-days-later.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8546815422354346668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8546815422354346668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/365-days-later.html' title='365 Days Later'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOH1n75sKhI/AAAAAAAAApM/gJopC0VIFw4/s72-c/P1030530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7430162744802113335</id><published>2010-11-12T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:29:10.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fitness wish list</title><content type='html'>We are interval training this week. Try this one out..basically you run for 5 minutes, walk for 1 minute, run for 4, walk for one...yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Set 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;0-5 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Warm up with a &lt;strong&gt;5 minute&lt;/strong&gt; jog. Speed 5.6 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;5-6 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Slow it down for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt;. Speed 5.3). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-10 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Increase the pace and run for &lt;strong&gt;4 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Speed 6.0. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;10-11 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Take a breather for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt; by walking Speed 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11-14 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Increase the pace and run for &lt;strong&gt;3 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Speed 6.5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;14-15 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Slow it down for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt; by walking Speed 4.0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15-17 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Increase the pace and run for &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Speed 7.0. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;17-18 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Slow it down for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt; by walking Speed 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18-19 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Increase the pace and run for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt;. Speed 7.5 or higher. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;19-20 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Slow it down for &lt;strong&gt;1 minute&lt;/strong&gt; by walking  Speed 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Set 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPEAT Set 1&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Finish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;41-46 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; tempo run. Speed 5.8 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;46-50 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Cool down with a &lt;strong&gt;4 minute&lt;/strong&gt; walk. Speed 3.5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My b-day is around the corner and I'm dropping ideas left and right. Last year I got a dumbell rack! Yay! (seriously..it made me happy). This year I'm begging for this little number....I present to you the 6-pack bag!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3Lby-UpGI/AAAAAAAAAos/SSLRnmnUVVA/s1600/6-pack-utility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3Lby-UpGI/AAAAAAAAAos/SSLRnmnUVVA/s320/6-pack-utility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538806795135657058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy me...a spot for ALL my crapola I carry around all day...It comes in grey and pink too....eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3NZZQeErI/AAAAAAAAApE/siSxjxgUT0Q/s1600/large-bag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3NZZQeErI/AAAAAAAAApE/siSxjxgUT0Q/s320/large-bag.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538808952895967922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, per my Athletic Therapist, I should also be spending some quality time on a foam roller...me..not as giddy about this option...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3Lw_MPteI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rjJ9MRGOqOU/s1600/foamroller-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3Lw_MPteI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rjJ9MRGOqOU/s320/foamroller-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538807159192532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, I need a set of these babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3M0Lww6WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/K7OiM4JoR8Y/s1600/P11553639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3M0Lww6WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/K7OiM4JoR8Y/s320/P11553639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538808313618164066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;according to Tim I can just use my 10's or 15's but I really need the 12's....I really do..so if you're reading this Tim...pleeeeeeese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My fitness wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7430162744802113335?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7430162744802113335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fitness-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7430162744802113335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7430162744802113335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fitness-wish-list.html' title='My fitness wish list'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TN3Lby-UpGI/AAAAAAAAAos/SSLRnmnUVVA/s72-c/6-pack-utility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3304719094927668431</id><published>2010-11-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:16:07.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life revolves around hockey</title><content type='html'>I swore I would not be a hockey mom.  I swore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what..I am a hockey mom and Tim is a hockey dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we watch hockey on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Nope (shhhh...it's one of the reasons why I married Tim...sports do not consume his time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we attend any Flames games when we lived in Calgary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;So why on earth would we put Cole into hockey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause every kid needs to play hockey" ....or so said my good friend ( who happens to play girls hockey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone takes you by the shoulders and stares into your eyes and tells you so....you tend to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after 2 years of skating lessons, we ventured into the world of hockey. How bad can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money for ice time is flying out of our pockets...weekly games and 1.5 hour practices for 5-6 year olds means an exhausted cranky pants Cole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have gone from "what are we going to do?" to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll depend on when Cole plays hockey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim never learned how to play when he was little, he remembers thinking it was too expensive and not wanting to put his parents out...deep down, every winter when the guys play a "pick up game" at a local community centre, my hubby becomes sad...it's pathetic. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hockey rink lures me by providing free Tim Hortons coffee...the babies will learn to skate through osmosis from spending so much time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cole? He is taking this gig seriously. He "trains" everyday with me, push ups, pull ups, rides the stationary bike..he wants to be Sidney Crosby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's face it..it's pretty hard to say no to this cuteness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNly43XiN7I/AAAAAAAAAok/QmiGWSvZpTM/s1600/P1050472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNly43XiN7I/AAAAAAAAAok/QmiGWSvZpTM/s320/P1050472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537583538089637810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I do not know how to put on all that gear...like I said, the free coffee is my gig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3304719094927668431?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3304719094927668431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-revolves-around-hockey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3304719094927668431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3304719094927668431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-revolves-around-hockey.html' title='My life revolves around hockey'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNly43XiN7I/AAAAAAAAAok/QmiGWSvZpTM/s72-c/P1050472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-748816762361977870</id><published>2010-11-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:50:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday - Crank that incline</title><content type='html'>This week's treadmill workout is simple. Walk it out...but pretend you are in San Fran where the roads are not flat...&lt;br /&gt;Get on that treadmill and crank it up high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mine, that means a 10 incline. If yours goes higher...by golly today is your lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-5 minutes incline 3, speed of 3.7mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-15 minutes, incline 10, speed 3.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-20, incline 4, speed 3.8mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-30 incline 10, speed 3.3mph&lt;br /&gt;30-35 incline 5, speed 3.9mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35-45 incline 10, speed 3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45-50 cool down, incline 1, speed 3.5mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to switch it up from always running...the incline will help tighten up that butt..play with the speed but do not change the incline I have suggested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tip I found this morning, thanks to my trainer..if you want to get ultra low on your pushups, place a set of large dumbells on either side of you (25's and up). Chest gets low to the ground and you WILL feel it.  He graciously snagged a pic as I was cursing under my breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNMF_Rq8Q1I/AAAAAAAAAns/sGj668hZ_08/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNMF_Rq8Q1I/AAAAAAAAAns/sGj668hZ_08/s320/photo-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535774951601881938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour getting manhandled by my Athletic Therapist this morning...my running injury was acting up a bit and my heels were sore...apparently I'm all out of whack..nothing major, just regular kinks cause by volume training.  I've added him to my team...a weekly visit to him will keep me injury free...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New on my IPOD this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuttin Nuh Go So: Notch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bumpy Ride: Mohombi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Stay Fit this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-748816762361977870?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/748816762361977870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/fitness-friday-crank-that-incline.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/748816762361977870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/748816762361977870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/fitness-friday-crank-that-incline.html' title='Fitness Friday - Crank that incline'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNMF_Rq8Q1I/AAAAAAAAAns/sGj668hZ_08/s72-c/photo-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2027713418183842674</id><published>2010-11-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:19:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 going on 16</title><content type='html'>Coley Bear turned 6 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I chatted a bit about the day he was born...how different things are now....we have lost loved ones...we have gained new loved ones...our own and extended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blink and your monkey goes from a toddling 2 year old..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIi8bFYNpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKjlv7zIvI/s1600/Sept+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIi8bFYNpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKjlv7zIvI/s320/Sept+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535525313449571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To a 6 year old little man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIjOSaTDOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aC3NADH-qhM/s1600/DSC_1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIjOSaTDOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aC3NADH-qhM/s320/DSC_1034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535525620359040226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sent a little note in his lunch today...reminding him that at 11:30 he was officially 6 and that we loved him...simple things like that note made me smile.  Nothing like your child's birthday to make you realize just how lucky you are to even be a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey, Nintendo DS, The Wii, Math, Reading Star Wars books consume his life..so Tim and I decided to get him a magic set! He spent the evening learning new tricks and impressing the family...he is one funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's mom made a great cake which looked exactly like his hockey jersey....complete with his name...only grandma's have that kind of patience to make black icing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIj-7RQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1CGnpkAqtzI/s1600/DSC_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIj-7RQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAnk/1CGnpkAqtzI/s320/DSC_1042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535526455960719842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We dined on sushi and homemade pizza..special requests from the birthday boy....we opened gifts..we laughed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I sit here, writing this post, listening to my 6 year old as he sings to himself in his bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me...Happy Birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Fete a moi...Bonne Fete a moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, who taught him the french version?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Cole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2027713418183842674?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2027713418183842674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-going-on-16.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2027713418183842674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2027713418183842674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-going-on-16.html' title='6 going on 16'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TNIi8bFYNpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tMKjlv7zIvI/s72-c/Sept+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6150131799598404066</id><published>2010-11-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:18:50.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO- We broke 500 kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8-DkOnvCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jh4ej9NBp5M/s1600/P1060763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8-DkOnvCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jh4ej9NBp5M/s320/P1060763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710698047159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengo Fett, Darth Vader, a Walrus, a Monkey and I...the Spider Witch enjoyed one heck of a Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 kids was the tally last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 bucks in candy (and that is at wholesale price)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 people at our Halloween Howl Open House...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food, including meatloaf hand, snake bites and Ghost Pines Wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8_ktzxrnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8PG9fEsayrE/s1600/Meat-Loaf-hand-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8_ktzxrnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8PG9fEsayrE/s320/Meat-Loaf-hand-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534712367066230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8_wtlFLhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3AMM3T7RV-k/s1600/pa1b09_snake_bites_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8_wtlFLhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3AMM3T7RV-k/s320/pa1b09_snake_bites_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534712573163023890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fantasticly (is that a word?) insane...Tim projected a movie in the front window to "spook" the kids..and once the youngsters were done at 7pm, I changed and stood out on the driveway looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM89lVSEcvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_9cqi4PsD8M/s1600/P1060769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM89lVSEcvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_9cqi4PsD8M/s320/P1060769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710178639016690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the older kids..you know the ones who pretend to be all brave...I scared em...good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this may become a tradition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6150131799598404066?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6150131799598404066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/boo-we-broke-500-kids.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6150131799598404066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6150131799598404066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/11/boo-we-broke-500-kids.html' title='BOO- We broke 500 kids'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TM8-DkOnvCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jh4ej9NBp5M/s72-c/P1060763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6460377801443024488</id><published>2010-10-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:21:49.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday -Speed Training &amp; ABS</title><content type='html'>Training hard these days...as I'm sure you all are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've increased to lifting weights 6 days a week and 45 minutes of cardio per day.  Caloric consumption is 2062 cals. I weighed in at 123.5 last night which was fine as we want to stay between 125-130 prior to the diet down phase. Body fat was down .5% so we're watching that to ensure I do not get lean now..instead of during the diet down phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When on earth do I do all this AND work 25 hours a week, and run the house with 3 kids? You'd be amazed at what you can do with proper planning and communication. I'm at the gym at 5:30 am for weights and I run during the morning nap. I work during the afternoon nap and in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep the treadmill interesting or I'll get bored. So this week I'm giving you all some speed training - as usual you can speed it up or slow it down to tailor to your level of fitness, below is simply a guideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interval&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;Warm up&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;5 minutes - walk/slow jog at 3.5 MPH, at a 7% incline. &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;One mile&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Run at 6.0 MPH.&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;Rest Set&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Slow it down to 5.0 MPH and run for 3 minutes.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt; Work Set &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt; Speed up to 6.8 MPH for 30 seconds.  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt; Rest Set &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt; Go back to 5.0 MPH for 3 minutes. &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt; Rest/Work Sets &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt; Keep repeating the 3 minute/30 seconds intervals until the clock reaches 25 minutes.  &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;One mile&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Run at 6.0 MPH for another mile. &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;Cool down&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Slowly jog or walk for 5 minutes at 3.5 MPH at a slight incline (5% to 7%). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're done I want you to do 3 sets of the following:&lt;br /&gt;10 crunches, rest 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;9 crunches, rest 9 sec&lt;br /&gt;8 crunches, rest 8 sec&lt;br /&gt;7 crunches, rest 7 sec&lt;br /&gt;6 crunches, rest 6 sec&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea...all the way to 1 crunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this does not BURN you are doing the crunches wrong, really focus on belly button in, nice and slow crunch, give a little extra squeeze at the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New on my IPOD this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chori Chori  - Aneela (it's a song from Zumba...remember the old "informer" song by snow?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stereo Love - Mia Martina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Buble -Hollywood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6460377801443024488?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6460377801443024488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/fitness-friday-fartlek-workout-and-abs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6460377801443024488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6460377801443024488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/fitness-friday-fartlek-workout-and-abs.html' title='Fitness Friday -Speed Training &amp; ABS'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6552563786989499359</id><published>2010-10-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:46:22.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday - Hill Training Treadmill</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I'm taking to the hills today...treadmill style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim has been away ALL week...5 days as single mom and things went pretty well. A few meltdowns, pukes and sniffles along the way...I do miss getting outside of the house for a workout though...especially with the gorgeous fall weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do treadmill running, you want to ensure you up the ante every now and then. No course is completely FLAT so running on a "0" incline is not representative of the real road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this simple hill workout this weekend to get those hip flexors working and the heart pounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly jog for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 minutes steady pace at 4% incline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 5% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 6% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 7% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 6% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 5% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; 2 minutes steady pace at 4% incline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Recover (easy pace) for 2 minutes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Slowly jog for 5 minutes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New on my IPOD this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay Sean  -2012&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Kingston - Letting Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shake - Jesse McCartney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; 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Read just one more chapter or go to bed...Make dinner or order in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundane, I know, but lately I find myself wondering ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brains or beauty?&lt;br /&gt;2. Love or money?&lt;br /&gt;3. Public or Private school?&lt;br /&gt;4. Hockey or no hockey?&lt;br /&gt;5. Yoga or Pilates?&lt;br /&gt;6. One best friend or several "good" friends&lt;br /&gt;7. One more baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wondering about these days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6646682977325982241?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6646682977325982241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-often-sit-and-wonder.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6646682977325982241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6646682977325982241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-often-sit-and-wonder.html' title='I often sit and wonder'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1210187266174951979</id><published>2010-10-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:08:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUDE!</title><content type='html'>Is it me, or has society become a bit more rude? I know I posted last year on my pet peeve about elderly people taking the baby parking spot at Costco or the mall...that was a first glimpse into what I believe is a society of disrespectful, rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's harsh.  You don't have to agree with me,and by all means I do not mean ALL people are rude...just many more then I can ever remember... Today's rudeness was the straw that broke the camels back for me. In the last week..this is what I would consider "rude" behaviour towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An older lady (mid 70's I guess) at the gym accuses me of being "drunk" as she laughs with her friend that I could not find my gym card for my locker. I swore I had placed the generic card you get from the front desk into my locker and when I turned around the lady was using my locker. I kindly took the card away and noted I would move lockers...and then she snagged the card out of my hands exclaiming it was HER card.  Blah Blah, hee, hee, she is drunk, or maybe she got up too early were her words about me to her friend...When she lifted her purse up, there was MY key...I looked her straight in the eyes and said..in my motherly tone..."you were extremely rude to me, I did not deserve that from you, and at 6 in the morning the least you could have done was help me try to find my key" Still, no apology from her...she walked away mumbling "it was just a joke".  I was offended..would she have treated a fellow "older" lady that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  At the gym, I need 15 pound dumbells, none on the rack. Trainer next to me and her client have MANY dumbells around them...none of which are being used as they are too busy chatting and laughing...as her client starts pressing 20 pounders, I ask if I could snag the 15's for a set.&lt;br /&gt;"NO, she says...we are using them". Then she looks around as though another set should miraculously appear before me.  So, I used 17.5's and gave her my hairy eyeball look for the next few sets...since when are we unable to share...I thought that was a 2-4 yr old behaviour issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Running errands today, a twin in each arm, a parcel to return hanging from my shoulder, I struggle to open the door to the store...I get in and 2 men are staring at me and one says "wow, you have your hands full..."I place the container on the floor and kick it up to the front desk, stand in line, make my return, you would think someone would have helped me...place the parcel on the counter for me? Nope... get the door for me on the way out? You would think the 2 men STILL standing at the door would help out and push it open for me. NOPE. They stopped talking though to watch me struggle. If I was not sweating from lugging the boys and standing in line for 5 minutes to get $11 back I likely would have thanked them for being so helpful...the sarcastic woman in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while these 3 events are mere blips in time, and maybe I'm in a grumbly mood..but I hold doors open for people, I don't park in handicap spots or baby parking if I have help with me..I let people work into sets on the machines with me, heck, I've even paid for an elderly man's parking at the gym when he forgot his parking pass...I certainly do not take pride in someone else's discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry is defined as  "pride aspiring to beauty, and formalized pride gives rise to a conception of honour, which is the pole of noble life". I'm not asking for chivalry my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice will do, just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we all just get along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1210187266174951979?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1210187266174951979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1210187266174951979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1210187266174951979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude.html' title='RUDE!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5978864005319554531</id><published>2010-10-17T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:08:59.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st haircuts</title><content type='html'>In preparation for the upcoming one year celebration, Tim and I decided it was time to get rid of Kyle's old man comb over and Luke's out of control tuft..The following photos will explain just how different my boys are....Kyle...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLuef8wbv1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/W806PK4rV6A/s1600/DSC_0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLuef8wbv1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/W806PK4rV6A/s320/DSC_0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529187239249821522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun, fun, loved every second of the clippers...took all of 2 minutes to achieve a nice trim do.  The kid does not sit still for ANYTHING...except the clippers...who knew. Smiles all around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLue3xhY9NI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8oZVcQF80T4/s1600/DSC_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLue3xhY9NI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8oZVcQF80T4/s320/DSC_0940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529187648550794450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming before those clippers even touched him...Look at that face...my heart breaks! Thank goodness we did it ourselves, the poor hair stylist who would have had to endure that!!!! The kid sits still ALL day...barely moves....but he turned into a wiggly snake when those clippers came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another milestone is done...and let's just say I pray their hair grows EXTRA slow and another such event will not occur for many months to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5978864005319554531?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5978864005319554531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircuts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5978864005319554531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5978864005319554531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircuts.html' title='1st haircuts'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLuef8wbv1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/W806PK4rV6A/s72-c/DSC_0936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-525355628752000954</id><published>2010-10-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:35:45.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11 months my boys</title><content type='html'>The little men are 11 months. Crazy, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue to get busier ever day. I think I sat down once yesterday..and that was forced on me by Tim, he knows when a headache hits, I need an hour of dark, quiet, uninterrupted time.  Good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukey Dukey...you continue to greet anyone who enters the room with the biggest, most gentle smile...you eat sand and grass like it's a delicacy...pebbles are not your thing..likely since your brother is eating them all....You're sensitive, hate loud noises, and require some alone snuggle time before naps and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say mama and my heart melts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLsih222NvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uSaiqGEr8RA/s1600/DSC_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLsih222NvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uSaiqGEr8RA/s320/DSC_0999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529050932584003314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have one question...When are you planning on crawling? Not that I'm rushing you, you seem to want to crawl, you rock back and forth...and then give up. Take the plunge my dear, you can chase your brother around and have more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Wiley...while still fiesty, you seem to have calmed down a bit now that you can crawl, pull up, stand and let go, and climb stairs....the house is fort knox because of you! You say mama, you wave bye bye and you shake your head no...you watch me talk and I swear you are trying to mimic me...you are gentle with Luke, even when he swats you away...keep trying Kyle, he'll come around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLsklpNcuDI/AAAAAAAAAmM/258SLYYkUws/s1600/DSC_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLsklpNcuDI/AAAAAAAAAmM/258SLYYkUws/s320/DSC_0997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529053196663437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole is having a blast with you after school each day playing "chase me" around the main floor of the house..he will sit and play blocks and entertain you boys while mommy preps dinner. Cole is my little helper and makes my life much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11 months my boys...how I adore you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLslR20bydI/AAAAAAAAAmU/XPCHxPFEI74/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLslR20bydI/AAAAAAAAAmU/XPCHxPFEI74/s320/DSC_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529053956230859218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-525355628752000954?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/525355628752000954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-11-months-my-boys.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/525355628752000954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/525355628752000954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-11-months-my-boys.html' title='Happy 11 months my boys'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TLsih222NvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uSaiqGEr8RA/s72-c/DSC_0999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5089995799032953833</id><published>2010-10-14T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:02:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official - Masters here I come</title><content type='html'>I have officially decided to compete in 2011. The competition will be the Masters Figure (35 and over only...all you young pups are NOT allowed!) March 19, 2011, right here at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.bodybuilding.ca/"&gt;here for more info&lt;/a&gt;.....in case anyone wants to come cheer me on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enlisted some help. My nutrition/weight training/posing/supplement gal &lt;a href="http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/fitness-friday2-days-late.html"&gt;Jewels.&lt;/a&gt;..and my CRAZY AWESOME ..and darn right cool athletic trainer &lt;a href="http://precisionpowerfitness.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-workout-or-should-i-recover.html"&gt;Paul.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is on board for styling and her best friend Sommer for hair and makeup. Tim, my parents and all my friends are ready for support when needed....that means NO temptations ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the first clue about what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this been in my bucket list since I was in my early twenties?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, my biggest fear is that I get on stage and I'm that girl that everyone looks at wondering why she is there...you know like those bad singers on Idol....someone should tell them they can't sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, part of this process is for me to grow in confidence in my own determination and abilities. I know I can diet, I know I can put the hours in at the gym and still manage work and a house of kidlets....I just have to truly BELIEVE in myself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; the process. If I step on that stage looking the best I possibly can, knowing I gave it 100% then the end result will not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted every few weeks on what's happening..diet, training and "other" stuff (posing clinic starts in January). For now, the next 2 weeks will focus on settling into a new diet, 2000 calories (up from 1500) and 5 intense weight training days per week as well as 30 minutes minimum of cardio per day. Many late nights are in my future, but for this night owl and early riser, I say BRING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's on your goals for 2011, have you revisited your "fitness" bucket list and will leap with me   into unknown territory? A half marathon? Triathlon? 10km walk? Committing to exercising at least 5 days a week? Whatever it is, it is YOUR GOAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: comments are truly appreciated my friends...I am reaching out for support here and I know I will get some lovin from ya! Stay fit and fab this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5089995799032953833?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5089995799032953833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official-masters-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5089995799032953833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5089995799032953833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official-masters-here-i-come.html' title='It&apos;s Official - Masters here I come'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5229108609529720843</id><published>2010-10-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:16:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG - I'm it - Get to know me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your daily routine like? What time to you get up, go to bed, dinner routine, etc.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Most mornings the twins dictate my rise...generally at 6:30 and I wake Cole at 7:30. Breakfast at 8, I bundle the crew up at 8:30 and we walk to school with Cole for 8:50, home by 9am. Babes down for a nap at 9:30 and I get in my cardio in my home gym or I dash to the gym (Tim works from home so he is with the twins while they sleep). Get twins up at 11, lunch at 11:30, bath for the twins, run an errand with them if I need to, and they are back down at 1:30ish for a nap and I work online. Pack up the twins at 3:10 and walk to school and stay and play at the playground until 4:30. Home at 5, dinner 6, play, bottle, bed for twins by 7, Cole in bed at 8:30 and I work again online until 10:30 (this is when Tim gets in his workout)...Tim and I relax till 11:30 and it's bed time.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are things you do with your family for fun.  And for those of you with children, what fun things to you like to do with your kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Family walks are huge in our house, we have friday night movie night, and we love heading to the lake and exploring on the beach. Unstructured fun is something I have learned to embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your FAVORITE holiday traditions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We just had thanksgiving at the new cabin and it was AMAZING. I'll do a post on it soon. Otherwise I am not a huge tradition girl, odd for my type A personality, but I'm floored that people put so much pressure on certain days of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do when you want to relax and have some "me time" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My "me" time is working out. I do have a girls running group every week and that's a great way to socialize and stay fit all in one. I did notice at the lake though I HAD to relax as I had no internet, it was my day off from training...so I read a trash mag and had a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is one of your favorite books you've read so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet. I also really enjoyed the Andre Agassiz Bio..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your biggest guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Food wise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chocolate and pies, pumpkin pie for sure...I indulge in my pleasure at least once a week! Otherwise, I am guilty of watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; too much reality TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....teen mom, jersey shore..plain old junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does it make it any better if I say I watch these shows while on the treadmill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Miranda at &lt;a href="http://hanginloosewiththetuccis.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-dogs-2-kids-and-us.html"&gt;Hangin' Loose with The Tucci's&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me...check her out, she does fantastic blog and website design work! She lives in Hawaii!!! Can you imagine!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5229108609529720843?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5229108609529720843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/tag-im-it-get-to-know-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5229108609529720843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5229108609529720843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/tag-im-it-get-to-know-me.html' title='TAG - I&apos;m it - Get to know me!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2724261487736063843</id><published>2010-10-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:18:25.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday Is Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent stats:Weight remains stable at 122lbs and 9.9% body fat! Goal attained and I'm in muscle building mode.  When I began this journey to shape up post twins, I started Dec 1st at 149 lbs and 23 % body fat.  Feels great to have my body back!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TK9tyR6Bg7I/AAAAAAAAAl8/fOPXQ4QWlA8/s1600/P1050424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition weight should come in about 115lbs so this weight is completely maintainable for the off season.  I meet with Miss Fitness 2008 next week for an overall assessment of what we need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been slow as I recover from my 10 mile run. I managed a 6 miler today as well as a zumba class Tuesday, a back and chest workout wednesday, shoulders and arms on thursday and tomorrow I'll hit the legs. I try and get 45-60 minutes of cardio in each day, rain or shine, inside or outside, to me, no one cardio is better then another, just move it each and every day. Pick something you like and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoy running outside, but on the days when I can't, I need to motivate myself on the treadmill. So here is a great workout, adapted to both the runners as well as my walkers out there. Try it this weekend, or twice if you plan on indulging in a Thanksgiving day treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARM UP 5 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 314px; height: 381px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl28" style="border: 0.5pt solid windowtext; height: 25.5pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" rowspan="2" height="34"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl29" style="border: 0.5pt solid windowtext; width: 59pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" rowspan="2" width="78"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="font5"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mph/incline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl29" style="border: 0.5pt solid windowtext; width: 59pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" rowspan="2" width="78"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="font5"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mph/incline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5:00-9:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4 / 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9:00-11:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4 / 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;11:00-16:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.5 / 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5 / 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;16:00-21:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.5 / 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6 / 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;21:00-22:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.0 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;22:00-23:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.5-4.8 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;23:00-24:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.0 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;24:00-25:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.5-4.8 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;25:00-26:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.0 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;26:00-27:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.5-4.8 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;27:00-29:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.5 / 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5 / 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;29:00-31:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.6 / 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.2 / 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;31:00-33:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.7 / 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.4 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;33:00-35:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.8 / 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.6 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;35:00-38:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;38:00-40:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.0 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl24" style="background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5.5 / 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 12.75pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;40:00-45:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3.5-3 / 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4.5-3.5 / 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2724261487736063843?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2724261487736063843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/fitness-friday-is-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2724261487736063843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2724261487736063843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/fitness-friday-is-back.html' title='Fitness Friday Is Back!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5763661587260425811</id><published>2010-10-06T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:01:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pregnancy has traumatized a 6 yr old</title><content type='html'>As I maneuver myself through this thing called being mom to a grade 1'er, I am once again at a loss for words....guidance from all you seasoned moms is needed here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picking up Cole from school, minding my own business when a mom came over and asked if I was Cole's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My daughter was in Cole's class last year....and she said she asked you if you had a baby in your belly and you said you had 2 babies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I remember her asking me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, she has been traumatized ever since...to the point where when she sees you she hides her face, she refused to go to any parties that you would be bringing Cole too...and I asked the teacher if anything happened last year that would have caused this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure I stood there with my mouth open, wondering how to respond! I asked her to bring her daughter over to see me when she came out and she didn't...I asked her to ask her daughter again what is causing her such trauma...I also asked why she is bringing this up a year later AND our kids are not in the same class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and yet a bit saddened that this has been placed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5763661587260425811?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5763661587260425811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pregnancy-has-traumatized-6-yr-old.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5763661587260425811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5763661587260425811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pregnancy-has-traumatized-6-yr-old.html' title='My pregnancy has traumatized a 6 yr old'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7186553302525338438</id><published>2010-10-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:34:30.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts in plus 23 degree weather</title><content type='html'>You heard right. It's plus 23 degrees here in the PEG.  Between the sun, the fresh air and the amazing fall colors, I can barely contain my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we do not live in frigid cold weather year round. No we do not travel by sled and live in igloos (a man once asked me that...I will not say where he was from....let's just say faaaaaar south and must have lived under a rock himself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a mess...unpacking for 5 people is a bit more work then I anticipated...The babes are cranky pants from 4 days of missed naps and so-so night sleeps in a hotel. Never mind the fact that I stifled Kyle from crawling for 4 days. He was a kid in a candy store this morning when he saw wide open spaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole was dragging his feet to school, bags under his eyes from 4 days of Nickelodeon fun at the MOA.  Never mind the junk lunch I packed for him given we had no groceries. If the lunch mom at school does not call and ask WTH was that, I will be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside...I am done work for 2 weeks until I start up again teaching another on-line course.  Oh the plans I have for the next 2 weeks....none of which will get done if this weather keeps up!  I will make an effort to read more blogs and comment as I miss it! Life has sped by these past few weeks and it's nice to just sloooooow right down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will enjoy my coffee here (Seattle Best from the Tassimo...love the US selection!) and enjoy the peace and quiet of babies napping......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back on my fitness friday this week and post a new workout! Lots of requests for more detail on my training so maybe I'll post a weight training workout...any suggestions on bodyparts you most want to work on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7186553302525338438?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7186553302525338438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thoughts-in-plus-23-degree.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7186553302525338438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7186553302525338438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-thoughts-in-plus-23-degree.html' title='Random thoughts in plus 23 degree weather'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-897493608784362487</id><published>2010-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:10:42.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...it wasn't 26.2 miles...</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me a text this week which read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While it's not a full marathon, hope you have a personal best on your race!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I could dwell on that text (I assume it was well intentioned?), I chose to not obsess that my dream of being a marathoner was not happening, and simply head to Minneapolis and enjoy myself and guess what...I have had a fantastic time PLUS...a personal best on the 10 mile race...1:26:21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this....I RUN FOR MYSELF AND ONLY MYSELF.  Ditch the competitiveness if you want to truly enjoy running. When you turn it into a competition, you take out the fun, the freedom. Be tough on your own personal goals but don't judge others for theirs. Ok, lecture over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gal Shawna, who continued to train without me when I got injured in July, finished in 4:08. She is truly amazing. 3 kids under 6, a Partner at a big CA firm and a bum knee, she found the time to crank out the required training schedule and finish this beast of a run!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the nicest courses I have ever run...including the 7 hills! At almost a hill per mile, this prairie gal is not used to that kind of incline and the hip flexors are paying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright and early start with a plus 4 temp...my faithful running bud...Dad...my gloves which I bought at the expo here say JUST ONE MORE MILE...ain't that the truth? Mine really should have said I RUN FOR COFFEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjAj60eOSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZMk8xm_ZJo0/s1600/DSC_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjAj60eOSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZMk8xm_ZJo0/s200/DSC_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523876666287208738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We said goodbye and headed to our corrals. That's me with the 2 water bottles. Me and 6000 other runners!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjB8D-XHcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/LQUOOWJrEbc/s1600/DSC_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjB8D-XHcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/LQUOOWJrEbc/s200/DSC_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523878180573093314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool dry-fit shirt for the finishers! Well worth the $65 entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjCsScKfaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/WjoeDtGOyi8/s1600/DSC_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjCsScKfaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/WjoeDtGOyi8/s200/DSC_0968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523879009089912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would I do post-race? Massage, eat, stretch...nope..I headed for the Caribou Coffee stand and dosed myself up...Did you really think there was any other option for me? I run for coffee remember?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjEDEHU0sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sKiljFuMNW4/s1600/DSC_0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjEDEHU0sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sKiljFuMNW4/s200/DSC_0977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523880499893031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This city is patriotic...I was like a fish outta water eh? Can't say I've ever run a race where there was a gigantic Canadian Flag hanging from massive cranes near the finish line. Go big or go home right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjE79OeA-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/FlLK0TZreKQ/s1600/DSC_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjE79OeA-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/FlLK0TZreKQ/s200/DSC_0972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523881477296489442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I ran through the streets of Minneapolis and my legs felt light, my lungs full of fresh beautiful fall air, I was truly thankful that my injury was at bay, and that I was simply able to run again..one foot in front of the other, with my family proudly waiting at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjF-py8l3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/HUx-dyE9WHc/s1600/DSC_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjF-py8l3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/HUx-dyE9WHc/s200/DSC_0980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523882623132014450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-897493608784362487?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/897493608784362487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/wellit-wasnt-262-miles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/897493608784362487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/897493608784362487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/wellit-wasnt-262-miles.html' title='Well...it wasn&apos;t 26.2 miles...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKjAj60eOSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZMk8xm_ZJo0/s72-c/DSC_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1713987400804958494</id><published>2010-09-30T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:46:55.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheeri-O</title><content type='html'>This post is just cause...just cause I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios are a staple around here, 3 boxes are in the pantry right now, all different flavors (me= whole grain, Tim&amp;amp; twins = multigrain, Cole = plain jane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We inspired Kyle to crawl by using cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take them in tupperware on every shopping trip to entertain the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all over the floor some days...and then this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKS6gitOkYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gwHzzkF7o3o/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKS6gitOkYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gwHzzkF7o3o/s200/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522744111298154882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle slapped one on his head (he's like a squirrel...packing them away for the winter)...why would he not carry it in his hand????? That would slow him down way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the staple cereal in your place...any funny cereal stories to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1713987400804958494?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1713987400804958494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheeri-o.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1713987400804958494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1713987400804958494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheeri-o.html' title='cheeri-O'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKS6gitOkYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gwHzzkF7o3o/s72-c/DSC_0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3284299836775582644</id><published>2010-09-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:50:55.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology and me = oil &amp; water</title><content type='html'>Heads up....do not buy me electronics. EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do...you will regret it as chances are I will ruin it within the year. Maybe sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not intentionally...it's just me and always has been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember these..&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJBQ4sueNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/1IwMqANDecU/s1600/71ahfry6t7l-_sl500_aa280_-gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJBQ4sueNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/1IwMqANDecU/s320/71ahfry6t7l-_sl500_aa280_-gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522047851463342290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yup, I had not one, not two..but three of them between the ages of 13 and 15...every time my parents would buy me a new one...they would plead..."please Cheryl take care of this one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJDQdbmahI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4DCgDkuMywE/s1600/sony-cyber-shot-dsc-s980-entry-level-camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJDQdbmahI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4DCgDkuMywE/s320/sony-cyber-shot-dsc-s980-entry-level-camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522050043167009298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh...I had ALL THREE of these babies with a flippin year and a half. Let's revisit the demise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera #1....death as a result of ingesting breastmilk&lt;br /&gt;Camera #2...death as a result of ingesting Maui sand (at least it was Hawaii sand)&lt;br /&gt;Camera #3...death as a result of dropping onto a patio in hopes of saving Cole's fingers from being slammed by a patio door. (yes I saved his fingers...)&lt;br /&gt;Tim put his foot down and refused to buy me (aka Dr. Destructo as he calls me)  anymore cameras......tough love at its finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 10 months ago just after the babes were born and my cell phone plan was coming up for renewal Tim caved and presented me with a lovely blackberry...with a disclaimer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, I did NOT buy you the warranty plan...as the plan does not cover water, breastmilk or sand damage...so it's useless for you" PLEASE take care of this phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink blink my baby blues......Ok, no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry met water (potentially drool if the twins had it..) last week.  Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim phoned the cell phone company... $600 to replace the phone since I'm only 10 months into a 3 year contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim said nothing...he simply shut his office door for a few hours while I tip toed around the obvious. He emerged.....filled a tupperware with rice, placed the battery into the rice and let it sit on the cable box for 3 days...while of course we avoided talking about the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He baked the blackberry at 100 degrees for a bit...and voila, I'm back in action with $600 still in my pocket.  No lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think that this was pretty much expected...has Tim become immune to my destructive technological tendencies? Likely not...pretty sure I avoided one unhappy hubby....and for that reason I have taken it upon myself to purchase this from Etsy.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJGW7D5-pI/AAAAAAAAAks/ywa_vSfgTdo/s1600/il_fullxfull.148407029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJGW7D5-pI/AAAAAAAAAks/ywa_vSfgTdo/s200/il_fullxfull.148407029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522053452734790290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND padded...&lt;br /&gt;AND waterproof....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3284299836775582644?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3284299836775582644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/technology-and-me-oil-water.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3284299836775582644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3284299836775582644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/technology-and-me-oil-water.html' title='Technology and me = oil &amp; water'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TKJBQ4sueNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/1IwMqANDecU/s72-c/71ahfry6t7l-_sl500_aa280_-gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-9095173816430814831</id><published>2010-09-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:51:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tissue Balls...How to DIY</title><content type='html'>Lots of requests to share how I made these &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/article/pom-poms-and-luminarias?backto=true&amp;amp;backtourl=/photogallery/paper-and-fabric-flowers#slide_4"&gt;tissue balls&lt;/a&gt; for my sisters wedding shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJ5C2zQXAVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q7uriAOkkH0/s1600/IMG_3363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJ5C2zQXAVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q7uriAOkkH0/s320/IMG_3363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923702442000722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/cherylzealand/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/cherylzealand/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /&gt;http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/article/pom-poms-and-luminarias?backto=true&amp;amp;backtourl=/photogallery/paper-and-fabric-flowers#slide_4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw them at a small bridal shower at a friends condo. The "pop" of color was fun and the lightness of the decor made me feel happy....I HAD to make them! Her color was apple green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJ5EFqwMiNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Vi7CDKSBPXQ/s1600/DSC_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJ5EFqwMiNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Vi7CDKSBPXQ/s320/DSC_0938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520925057369278674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are REALLY easy to make, trust me...coming from this non-crafty person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only suggestion is to splurge and by the $2 tissue paper, not the dollar store stuff as it seemed to tear easily.  I bought flower wire from Walmart for $2 (for 10 pieces, which I cut in half) and I used clear string to hang.  The total per ball was about $2.20...cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tissue ball took about 10 minutes to make. We made 25 for the shower and reused them again the week after for a friends wedding reception. After that they were "wilting" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play around with color and and patterns for a fun birthday theme! If you make them I expect some pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-9095173816430814831?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9095173816430814831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-tissue-ballshow-to-diy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/9095173816430814831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/9095173816430814831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-tissue-ballshow-to-diy.html' title='My Tissue Balls...How to DIY'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJ5C2zQXAVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q7uriAOkkH0/s72-c/IMG_3363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5220766054209838326</id><published>2010-09-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:06:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink &amp; Be Pregnant?</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine emailed me asking my opinion. She's a news reporter and is thinking of doing a story on the potential "switch" in our views of pregnancy and alcohol.  She's done her research and feels there is something happening...enough dirt to write a news story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some countries pregnant women DO drink a glass of wine every now and then....not here in North America...signs are plastered everywhere "With Child, Without Alcohol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shunned when I heard this....and then it occurred to me...I DO know of women who have consumed alcohol while pregnant. Some knowingly...and some unknowingly.  When I was 7 months pregnant an older lady offered me a glass of wine...I must have given her the hairy eyeball and she quickly said..I had wine while I carried my kids.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had several drinks during her pregnancy..once the first trimester was over she said there was no harm....I find that hard to believe.  Something about seeing a pregnant girl with a glass of booze frightens me.  So does a cigarette for the record....smokers are not off the hook in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago for my sisters stagette, a friend came out and drank..and drank..and drank somemore.  She prayed to the procelain gods that night...and then last week texted my sister to inform her she could not make her wedding...she was 7 weeks pregnant and too sick to make the 2 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a more relaxed attitude towards alcohol and pregnancy these days? Do you have a strong view on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink and be pregnant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5220766054209838326?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5220766054209838326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/drink-be-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5220766054209838326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5220766054209838326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/drink-be-pregnant.html' title='Drink &amp; Be Pregnant?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8004865800976791553</id><published>2010-09-15T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:48:11.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you choose your babies eyes color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJEbKMUbJhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DXZS7i_Fcxw/s1600/DSC_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJEbKMUbJhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DXZS7i_Fcxw/s320/DSC_0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517220880425100818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo color was not touched..the exposure was brightened a bit, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babes have blue eyes. They are truly THAT blue, and if they wear blue..watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one person a day stops me to comment on their blue eyes.  My mom said this happened to her all the time with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that I as well have bright blue eyes...since I see them everyday...and most days they don't look blue...they just look tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl at the park commented yesterday what pretty blue eyes the boys have....and then she frowned and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mine are just hazel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how pretty hazel eyes were, especially HER hazel eyes...my compliment was futile..she shook her head no and said....not as pretty as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cole was a baby, I remember a little boy at gymboree sitting in front of Cole and all of a sudden his little finger reached out toward Cole's blue eyes and poked him...right in the eye. The mom quickly apologized and said "your son has such blue eyes....my baby likely has never seen such eye color"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder....what's the interest in blue eyes? A quick search on google provided some fascinating facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, the stereotype of someone from the U.S. is usually a blond and blue-eyed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yahoo answers, a girl posts.."the stereotype is all boys prefer blond hair and blue eyes and tan skin,  but i have black hair, green eyes and olive skin, that's pretty too,  right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy....let's just add to a womans already low self esteem shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! ...has having blue eyed babies become an obsession by some? One would hope not. Should we not just love what we get. Our kids are a product of us...of our mate..of our history...why mess with nature? Do we honestly think blonde-blue eyed children have it better then those lucky enough to sport brown hair and green eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor who has specialized in &lt;a&gt;sex selection&lt;/a&gt; at his fertility clinics in Los Angeles and New York has announced a new offering to clients: &lt;a&gt;hair and eye color selection&lt;/a&gt;. He plans to use in vitro fertilization, combined with preimplantation  genetic diagnosis (PGD) to select for embryos with desirable traits.  He  offers an 80% probability of delivering parents' choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8004865800976791553?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8004865800976791553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-you-choose-your-babies-eyes-color.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8004865800976791553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8004865800976791553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-you-choose-your-babies-eyes-color.html' title='Would you choose your babies eyes color?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TJEbKMUbJhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DXZS7i_Fcxw/s72-c/DSC_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3932529785957487124</id><published>2010-09-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:05:21.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One standing...one sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuG5HYmvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZJ5ULBqgXOo/s1600/P1050383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuG5HYmvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZJ5ULBqgXOo/s320/P1050383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515650484438220482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my life this week...one stander and one sitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuHKZr-E7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/F5hqBToynKM/s1600/P1050390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuHKZr-E7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/F5hqBToynKM/s320/P1050390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515650781409055666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He may be small but he is sprite! I will likely have a walker in the next month...given his crawling to standing stage lasted all of 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuHbuOapVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QlkkNGmWMzQ/s1600/P1050396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuHbuOapVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QlkkNGmWMzQ/s320/P1050396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515651078980019538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke remains perfectly content sitting and watching his younger brother run circles around me.  Amongst all the toys, playing with baby wipes is a favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first fight this week. Luke smacked Kyle for taking away a toy carrot...Kyle looked back at Luke and gave him a head butt...and so it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe I forgot my camera for Cole's first day of grade 1? Yup, I sure did!. Will grab a shot this week as he begins his first FULL week of grade 1...he's very happy NOT to be the youngest in the school anymore..do 5 year olds really care about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3932529785957487124?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3932529785957487124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-standingone-sitting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3932529785957487124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3932529785957487124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-standingone-sitting.html' title='One standing...one sitting'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TIuG5HYmvsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZJ5ULBqgXOo/s72-c/P1050383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5614451905909021274</id><published>2010-09-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:01:44.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter of apology to Tim</title><content type='html'>Saturday AM I was determined to run 9 miles. As I prepped, I told Tim I would be out for 6 miles FOR SURE...maybe 9, if my leg held up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also promised to stay on the "loop".. the loop being a 3 mile path around our neighborhood. Easy to find me in case of an emergency.  "Supposedly" last summer there was a flasher nearby...no biggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started out..the sun was shining, it was 8am...lots of runners out and about..I began the "loop" and then my body simply wandered towards the nature park nearby...my legs were dying for some trail instead of concrete, my mind was aching for something other than houses and streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone in the bush...it was damp, cool, a runners dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a gravel road, about 3 miles long...I turned and I ran...knowing I should NOT be on that road. But. It. Felt. So. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 miles down and I was back on the "loop" but my leg was feeling fantastic...so I thought "what's another few miles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 miles, 12 miles....oh why not just run a half already......my excitement got the best of me, it's been so long since I've ran without pain I wanted to savor this run, savor this feeling, the runners high that was consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended at the house, 13 miles and 2 hours later...and a HUGE smile on my face. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked inside and saw Tim with his jacket on...the babies packed and ready for a car ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A search and rescue mission....a FIND MOMMY mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one hour run had turned into 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lectured like a teenager..and I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the shock on Tim's face turn to anger and then turn to relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain...it felt so good! My leg has no pain! I did 13 miles! But all I could see was the panic in his eyes, the pacing he must have done as he waited for my return...minutes seemed like hours I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I was already in the doghouse, I thanked him for being so concerned...but that his efforts to find me would have been futile, given I strayed from the "loop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never be allowed out again...if there is such thing as a runners grounding, I may have to self impose...no run is worth a worried hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Tim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I carry a cell phone next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead everyone....lecture me...I deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5614451905909021274?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5614451905909021274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-of-apology-to-tim.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5614451905909021274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5614451905909021274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-of-apology-to-tim.html' title='A letter of apology to Tim'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2445145338827272192</id><published>2010-08-24T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:12:33.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness  Friday..4 days late..oops</title><content type='html'>Forgive me, time is escaping me this week, wedding events are in full effect, but of course I'm never too busy to fit in a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I post pics from the front. But the "rear" is just as important. We tend to focus on getting nice abs, lean legs but let's not forget about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and train back at least once a week.  A nice v-tapered back makes the waist look teeny! Let's not forget about that back fat...you know, the stuff that pops over your bra straps. If you want that gone, get busy on that back.  Seeing yourself from the back can help pinpoint those problem areas so never be afraid to see what others are seeing when they walk behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/THO9S2OEmrI/AAAAAAAAAiA/onCTv6ufr1o/s1600/P1050161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/THO9S2OEmrI/AAAAAAAAAiA/onCTv6ufr1o/s320/P1050161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508954900694080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to grow those lats of mine...so pull ups are high on the list and I'm at 8 full pull ups now..unassisted. I have a long way to go and I'll be honest, back workouts are a struggle for me and always have been.  I just don't enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week try out the renegade plank row. Killer strength and it gets that heart pumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/THPAYSjIPBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EFWLgc-BXLA/s1600/0901-ufp-renegade-row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/THPAYSjIPBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EFWLgc-BXLA/s320/0901-ufp-renegade-row.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508958292732820498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To perform a Renegade Plank Row, get into pushup position with a  dumbbell in each hand (or you can do as the picture and . Feet should be spread the width of your hips.  Starting with your right hand, raise the dumbbell until your elbow is  higher than your body and then return it to the ground. Alternate the  same movement with your left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ON MY IPOD THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rhythm of love - Plain White T's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dynamite (remix) - Taio Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Stay fit and fab!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2445145338827272192?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2445145338827272192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/fitness-friday4-days-lateoops.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2445145338827272192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2445145338827272192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/fitness-friday4-days-lateoops.html' title='Fitness  Friday..4 days late..oops'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/THO9S2OEmrI/AAAAAAAAAiA/onCTv6ufr1o/s72-c/P1050161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2743548483495046277</id><published>2010-08-19T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:26:21.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently my children are underweight</title><content type='html'>By underweight I mean BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle has done a horizontal growth in 3 months...ie: fallen OFF that stupid growth chart they scare us moms with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, my so called TANK, also moved horizontally on it...falling from 50th percentile into the 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chart is my nemesis. I hate that thing yet I am ruled by that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More food was the doctors orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was how? They eat 3 meals a day plus snacks and 20 oz of formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the request is that I pack their meals full of fat. Full fat cheese, egg yolks, creamy sauces..you know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this health nut...the word full fat frightens me. I have been trying to get full fat into them through avocados, toast and butter, cheese, yogurt...but my efforts have obviously been futile. Apparently a burger and fries would also do according to the doc.  I think not missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on MISSION FAT this next month (good fat) as the doc MUST see us in 4 weeks....I think she finished off the appointment with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat = Growth = Brain Development...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she stared at me like I'm an idiot and making my kids dumb with each morsel of low fat food I serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love a challenge, so BRING IT doc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see these two lean machines they will have chunked out for ya!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TG2EmBBX_8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhELTBzCoys/s1600/P1050108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TG2EmBBX_8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhELTBzCoys/s320/P1050108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507203707988082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me out my fellow readers and moms...what will make my two monkeys fill out and ride that growth curve onward and upward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2743548483495046277?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2743548483495046277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently-my-children-are-underweight.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2743548483495046277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2743548483495046277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently-my-children-are-underweight.html' title='Apparently my children are underweight'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TG2EmBBX_8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhELTBzCoys/s72-c/P1050108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5147839192999516939</id><published>2010-08-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:17:15.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My guilt...over camp..</title><content type='html'>I sit here, the house is quiet, babies napping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something being my energetic 5 year old who I have "shipped" off to camp this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports camp...for the "energy" in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I HAVE GUILT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never done camp before, I certainly never thought I would have the need to send Cole to camp this summer given all the stuff I had planned for us!  Swimming, biking, exploring, board games, fusion beads, coloring...the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these twins put a damper in his "fun" somedays. The two 2 hour naps I get from the twins is a mothers dream...and a 5 year olds nightmare. We are stuck in the house, using our "inside" voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Cole seemed a bit bored so I asked him about camp. NO WAY was his answer...until he chatted with a pal who had been to sports camp...all of a sudden it was YES, CAMP!! The peer pressure of 5 year olds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 9-4 each day he is busy playing sports, making crafts, conducting science experiments and hopefully making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a laundry list of errands to run this week for my sisters shower, stagette and wedding, and I know I should enjoy this time to get things done and possibly take some time for myself when the twins nap but I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up camp moms!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5147839192999516939?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5147839192999516939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-guiltover-camp.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5147839192999516939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5147839192999516939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-guiltover-camp.html' title='My guilt...over camp..'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5233281645772340925</id><published>2010-08-15T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:46:18.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months in...9 months out</title><content type='html'>Can you believe  my little dudes are 9 months today? They have been on this earth as long as they were inside my belly....funny how fast we forget what that's like. The kicks, the movement, the pain.....Lately I get stopped alot and asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far apart are your kids (eyebrow lifted, confused look on strangers face)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes..I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? Twins? Ohhhhh. HE is SO MUCH BIGGER. He being Luke. Our tank.&lt;br /&gt;I realize Kyle is "petite", fine featured...potentially mistaken for a girl sometimes...but it would still be impossible for me to have kids that close together..Come on general public, think before speaking ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukey Dukey. You are my gentle giant. Your smile lights up the room..you rarely complain, you're patient and kind. Small complaint though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to start moving...mommy can no longer tend to your every need. You can roll to get your bottle or toy. I know it may be tough given the girth you are carrying.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGgXhUFQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FdJsjE3qc68/s1600/DSC_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGgXhUFQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FdJsjE3qc68/s320/DSC_0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505676405554337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle...oh my. Let's just say you are HIGH maintenance. You are so small, and so fiesty. You melt down in frustration about 100 times a day with a loud squeal.  Your smile is adorable, when I actually see one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg7lqvDtcI/AAAAAAAAAho/agK0TKR6yhs/s1600/DSC_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg7lqvDtcI/AAAAAAAAAho/agK0TKR6yhs/s320/DSC_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505716062773294530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are rolling to a sitting position, you are on all fours trying to crawl, you do the dead soldier crawl to get to that toy...you are determined. You.Want.To.Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both entertain eachother. Luke surprises Kyle by the occasional squawk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg6wIaW2kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zWzI-7tRzqY/s1600/DSC_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg6wIaW2kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zWzI-7tRzqY/s320/DSC_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505715143026596418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle makes funny faces...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg7K-vEFGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zmnsyeCbo6Y/s1600/DSC_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg7K-vEFGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zmnsyeCbo6Y/s320/DSC_0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505715604285559906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall you both kinda like eachother and show your affection with an occasional tap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg8FFmpNKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-dA8aLHCfNg/s1600/DSC_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGg8FFmpNKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-dA8aLHCfNg/s320/DSC_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505716602561705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you both go to bed, the house is calm, the evening is for Cole, who simply adores you. He helps me in more ways then you can imagine and I hope one day you will read this and know what a great big brother he is. Gentle and sweet and funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGgVTeQtlqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wKuxPO2ocpU/s1600/DSC_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGgVTeQtlqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wKuxPO2ocpU/s320/DSC_0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505673968745289378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9 month birthday my little blue eyed beauties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5233281645772340925?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5233281645772340925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/9-months-in9-months-out.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5233281645772340925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5233281645772340925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/9-months-in9-months-out.html' title='9 months in...9 months out'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TGgXhUFQ1vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FdJsjE3qc68/s72-c/DSC_0952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7817773182415312394</id><published>2010-08-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:43:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday - Treadmill CRAZY VIDEO</title><content type='html'>2 pounds up in the last 3 weeks. I blame San Fran and my lack of control for that. Although lean muscle mass stayed the same so likely just water retention from all that booze I consumed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how hard you have to work to take off 2 pounds and in 4 days of indulgence it comes right back on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm posting a video I found. He is my hero. He is what I want to be...he is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1N2sW5TXHUs"&gt;Crazy Treadmill Guy.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to try at least one thing on the video each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm crazy like that...you know I will master this....it may take a year but come on, how cool is that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the running: I managed three 3 mile runs and I head out for 6 miler tomorrow...the leg is holding up nicely with my new running form. I am working hard with my therapist, practicing the drills he gives me and keeping a positive attitude about it all. Seems to be paying off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New on my IPOD this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3NwJF28wjU"&gt;Inna - Amazing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fit weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7817773182415312394?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7817773182415312394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/fitness-friday-treadmill-crazy-video.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7817773182415312394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7817773182415312394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/fitness-friday-treadmill-crazy-video.html' title='Fitness Friday - Treadmill CRAZY VIDEO'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6620890383159274086</id><published>2010-08-11T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T05:09:54.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop till you drop...San Fran style</title><content type='html'>San Fran has some of the best shopping I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any store you can imagine is within a  5 block radius. Everything I cannot afford is right there in every store front.....oozing with style and class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I end up buying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/personalized-kids-star-wars-apron/"&gt;Star Wars Apron &lt;/a&gt;for Cole (well I can wear it too and look all cool....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3095184?cm_cat=datafeed&amp;amp;cm_pla=shoes:women:pumps&amp;amp;cm_ite=steve_madden_%27disobey%27_peep_toe_pump:298389&amp;amp;cm_ven=shopping&amp;amp;mr:referralID=1eca3aa9-a53f-11df-b8fb-001b2166c62d"&gt;these...&lt;/a&gt;in turquiose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not disappointed in my purchases...I was hoping to find more unique stuff. Like what? I have no clue...maybe the lululemon store should have carried different hoodies then we have... maybe Louis Vuitton should have had a 75% off sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized is that shopping may just not be my thing anymore....apparently I managed to find plenty of food and booze that I liked in San Fran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, jaws off the floor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is short and sweet as there aren't 10 pictures showing me in various stylish outfits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was fun to walk and shop and try on something here and there, in the end, what I need is right here in good old Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever scored an item on vacation that stays with you all these years?  Something that you wear and people ask "where did you find that fantastic shirt?" and you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this? I bought this on my trip....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6620890383159274086?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6620890383159274086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/shop-till-you-dropsan-fran-style.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6620890383159274086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6620890383159274086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/shop-till-you-dropsan-fran-style.html' title='Shop till you drop...San Fran style'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3765452140544630103</id><published>2010-08-04T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:41:58.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about FOOD</title><content type='html'>Our journey through San Fran's finest would have to include FOOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vacation for me means my regular meal plan is on hiatus...bring on the food!  Not the junk, but real good old fashion meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake Factory...seared tuna and salad, with a balsamic dressing. Missing from this pic is the bread basket Tim and I inhaled prior to this meal.  While I rarely eat bread, again, vacation means bread and the resulting consequences (ie: bloat, tired, crabby).  If you've never tried seared tuna, go for it, serious protein and serious flavor, melt in your mouth kind of tuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo7HVZlWyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sDA0SG61Mw4/s1600/P1050034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo7HVZlWyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sDA0SG61Mw4/s320/P1050034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501774891976055586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's head on down to a fantastic place called The Butterfly. This contemporary gem is at Pier 33 and a perfect place to kill an hour before heading to Alcatraz. Not only did this place have breath taking views of the Bay, the service was amazing (you know the kind where you water glass is always full and you never see the waiter fill it?).  I found the US portion sizes a bit big so I stuck to an appetizer...&lt;br /&gt;Smoked salmon and strawberry lettuce wraps with some sort of spicy dip. Me and seafood. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo8-HFqfNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_wyVUWOwDUc/s1600/DSC_1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo8-HFqfNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_wyVUWOwDUc/s320/DSC_1018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501776932538842322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across the Golden Gate bridge is a quaint little down called Sausalito. It reminded me of Banff, AB. Lots of tourist, not commercialized. Unique restaurants and boutiques. Windsails restaurant caught my eye as they offered this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs Florentine...I minused the hollondaise sauce and Tim ate the fries. This left me with an english muffin topped with steamed spinach and poached eggs. Oh, and about 10 cups of coffee in the smallest coffee cup ever...the waiter dude wouldn't leave me the carafe so he earned his tip running back to refill my cup every 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo9-LdbpBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UCrZvJCTm8Q/s1600/P1050088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo9-LdbpBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UCrZvJCTm8Q/s320/P1050088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501778033223902226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least...there was this fine establishment, a MUST when in the US...&lt;br /&gt;Did I eat an In-And-Burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but this fine fellow did, and loved every single bite of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo_A_SQxqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tZp_jvD5zgs/s1600/DSC_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo_A_SQxqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tZp_jvD5zgs/s320/DSC_0964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779181007062690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enjoyed watching this dude play with quarters in his knuckles...and sing "spare change or buy me some food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo_ppTC03I/AAAAAAAAAg4/j6ntJcGgR9k/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo_ppTC03I/AAAAAAAAAg4/j6ntJcGgR9k/s320/DSC_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779879479399282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would you do? Offer him money or food?  Based on his sign, chances are he may use the money to buy his own "food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my food tour, San Fran style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3765452140544630103?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3765452140544630103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-talk-about-food.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3765452140544630103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3765452140544630103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-talk-about-food.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about FOOD'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFo7HVZlWyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sDA0SG61Mw4/s72-c/P1050034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5013113146038463990</id><published>2010-08-03T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:24:28.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk alcohol</title><content type='html'>This may shock some..&lt;br /&gt;I like to drink. Actually, I used to REALLY like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my CA articling I was a permanent fixture at the friday 5:05pm drink table down the street from the office. When I passed my CA exams, I started to drink at 11 am and finished at 2am...I outdrank hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I gained 15 pounds and I earned every pound..me and the sweet taste of shooters and beers every weekend were best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Cole and there was just no time to drink! Then I "tried" for 4 years to have more kids so alcohol was not allowed...then the twins happened and while some days they may drive me to drink, most days it's just me and my coffee (rarely spiked with baileys..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But given the right circumstances...ie: on vacation, alone with Tim and no kids waking me at 6am...well...Bring on the drink!  Ahem...I mean Drinks!&lt;br /&gt;So of the many drinks I consumed in San Fran, here are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Pear Martini....I started off sweet....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifDbFJT3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2JFTDrMogsQ/s1600/P1050028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifDbFJT3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2JFTDrMogsQ/s320/P1050028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501321825990823794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dirty Martini with 2 blue cheese stuffed olives....cause I'm hardcore like that... notice I'm letting my hair down....yeah I was flirting with my date. He was buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifb_ygHhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qLWSpj9yHLY/s1600/P1050036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifb_ygHhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qLWSpj9yHLY/s320/P1050036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322248161598994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the classier side in me...yeah you heard me...CLASSY Drunk...A nice glass of Mark West Pinor Noir...direct from the Napa Valley...when in rome right???  Dang this wine was gooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFigmp1ERFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o8p4J8d14Is/s1600/DSC_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFigmp1ERFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o8p4J8d14Is/s320/DSC_1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501323530756965458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's head on over to the Giants game...and only one thing is allowed consumption at a baseball game...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFihjKufSrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1iI1h7KKWNE/s1600/P1050061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFihjKufSrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1iI1h7KKWNE/s320/P1050061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501324570379897522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oy..that last shot is showing my droopy eyes...but I was not about to pass up a good old Amercian beer...light of course, watching those calories you know... I will not include pics of the 3 additional pints of Blue Moon (yummm!) I consumed AT the game....Orange wedge included, for the healthier side of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour me on back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in San Fran, high end Italian dinner required more wine.  We upped the c-l-a-s-s again and had a Cabernet Sauvigon...of which I cannot remember the name nor region...it all jumbles together at this stage.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFilA0IbafI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GBuVwJDT4QI/s1600/P1050101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFilA0IbafI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GBuVwJDT4QI/s320/P1050101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501328378245638642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I drank enough to last me a year. Easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is mad at me and punishing me through bloatation and a 2 pound weight gain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it...every last sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifb_ygHhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qLWSpj9yHLY/s1600/P1050036.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5013113146038463990?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5013113146038463990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-talk-alcohol.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5013113146038463990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5013113146038463990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-talk-alcohol.html' title='Let&apos;s talk alcohol'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFifDbFJT3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2JFTDrMogsQ/s72-c/P1050028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6191683888589161506</id><published>2010-08-02T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:32:50.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my vacation to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFdTHJBkH9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8yJDEo_YDd4/s1600/DSC_1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFdTHJBkH9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8yJDEo_YDd4/s320/DSC_1125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500956852003020754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Fran was our anniversary destination and it was fantastic, amazing, relaxing, tiring...all in one.  I have lots of say about the trip, from dining, drinking, shopping and sightseeing...and what I returned to at home after being away for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine what grandma had done...&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days twins are now sitting...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFdVeE1aYpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AqPclTg8vCo/s1600/P1050735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFdVeE1aYpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AqPclTg8vCo/s320/P1050735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500959445038555794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's posts will be dedicated to San Fran. Tomorrow...we drink our way through my trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6191683888589161506?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6191683888589161506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-from-my-vacation-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6191683888589161506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6191683888589161506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-from-my-vacation-to.html' title='Back from my vacation to'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TFdTHJBkH9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8yJDEo_YDd4/s72-c/DSC_1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3648341714799064272</id><published>2010-07-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:56:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying high</title><content type='html'>Remember a few weeks back I said that Tim gave me a gift of planes ticket?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we are using them NOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days, no kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished a coffee and read a chapter in a book without interruptions.....ahhhh small pleasures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destination will remain a secret...I will take some pics when we arrive to reveal. &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/6703206038257334510-3648341714799064272?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3648341714799064272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/flying-high.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3648341714799064272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3648341714799064272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/flying-high.html' title='Flying high'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-5094390345797583152</id><published>2010-07-26T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:01:33.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like the following questions answered please</title><content type='html'>It's a simple set of questions.  In my world of black or white, I need to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Why is Cole nudey when I walk past the washroom. Must he remove all his clothes to poop? Is this a "boy" thing...or is it a 5 year old thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him what the heck was going on he simply answered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get hot when I have to poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why must he talk ALL day...even the neighbor noticed the amount of questions Cole asks in any given afternoon in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what color is the moon? Mommy, how far until Aug 3rd. Mommy, when did you learn how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all in one train of thought...I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Why, and this does not only relate to Cole, must the kids at the playground ALL stop playing and come over to the stroller and poke and laugh and poke at the twins until they are all fussy...only to run away to play again and leave ME with fussy kids. Better yet....why do the mom's not advise the kids to leave the babies alone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for today. I feel better.. even without any answers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-5094390345797583152?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5094390345797583152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/id-like-following-questions-answered.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5094390345797583152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/5094390345797583152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/id-like-following-questions-answered.html' title='I&apos;d like the following questions answered please'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3847759783164588619</id><published>2010-07-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:43:47.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday..BIRTHDAY CARDIO TRY IT!</title><content type='html'>Not to sound pessimistic but I'm pretty sure my marathon goal is out. That was short lived now wasn't it! Seems as though my athletic therapist is NOT a miracle worker. While we're not sure what is causing the severe leg pain when I run, I am able to walk, bike, jump, pretty much do everything else. This was good news and as I head into the rest of summer, I am loving being with my family and NOT in the bush for 3 hours running each weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a weigh in week for me. Down 3 pounds and another half percent bodyfat. So close to my 10% bodyfat goal.  Now that I'm not running alot, we are switching gears and focusing on building muscle. I need to grow some delts if I want to compete next year.  This is music to my ears as I would rather weight train then run for 3 hours!! Abs are filling out nicely but  we are working on making them "pop"...which means changing up the food a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a month ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TEmOVcXNF0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mYbl5Ztr268/s1600/P1040456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TEmOVcXNF0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mYbl5Ztr268/s320/P1040456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497081319224317762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TEmNdTX2BwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XSosQoya-a4/s1600/P1040962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TEmNdTX2BwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XSosQoya-a4/s320/P1040962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497080354738407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some minor changes but overall leaner. Can I say THANK YOU to all my friends who email me and call me to support my training goals? U R THE BEST! Please keep emailing me and commenting on my blog as it truly motivates me to remain focused and on track for competition next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the sweat in that last pic....yeah that was after Birthday CARDIO! I'm bringing it back since I can't run much right now...this cardio gets you moving, heart rate up, interval training and burns some serious calories!!  Promise me you will try this weekend, you can do it on a treadmill or outside, who cares who is watching, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked 3 birthdays. I walked for 2 mins after 1st birthday, then jogged for 5 mins before I did the next one. So here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;0 = toe taps off the treadmill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 = pop squats (squat jumps) on or off the treadmill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 = side shuffle on treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 = run backwards on the treadmill (be sure to hold on if you are new at this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - 9 = run or walk according to the number (4 = 4miles per hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I warmed up walking fast for 5 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bday: 12201973&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 min of pop squats, 2 min of side shuffle (changing up direction ever 30 sec), 1 min toe taps off treadmill, 1 min pop squats, run at 9,7 and then 1 min run backwards .... then I walked at 4.0mph for 2 mins and jogged at 5.0mph for 5 mins. Now start with your 2 birthday! Keep going and cool down with a 5 min walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ON MY IPOD THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;HWOOD: Could it be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY and stay fit this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3847759783164588619?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3847759783164588619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitness-fridaybirthday-cardio-try-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3847759783164588619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3847759783164588619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitness-fridaybirthday-cardio-try-it.html' title='Fitness Friday..BIRTHDAY CARDIO TRY IT!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TEmOVcXNF0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mYbl5Ztr268/s72-c/P1040456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6034635574587842517</id><published>2010-07-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:52:52.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Manny</title><content type='html'>No, I have no help coming in on a regular basis. Do not feel for me, I love staying home with the kids and being uber busy...it's my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish I had a part time nanny, someone who could come in and play with Cole while I did some housework or worked at a normal hour of the day. When the twins nap, my focus becomes Cole and this can get tiring. Not any nanny would do though, not every nanny knows how to "play".  I've seen this nanny thing...some stand and watch, making sure the child is safe, but not really "involved" ....Playing to me means getting into the game, playing the hide and seek, playing the humming game (don't ask, it's a new thing around here), playing zombie tag (again don't ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago, a good friend of ours came into town from NYC for the whole summer!! Some may say oh no, but I say Oh yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,  this friend is super duper fun. When you suggest seeing a movie...my hubby pics Predators....and our friend pics Despicable Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday nights, a convertible pulls up at 5:30pm and off Tim and Cole go to beach volleyball followed by dinner at Earls patio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we suggest hanging out, the friend hightails it over here to swim with Cole.....all day. Every now and then I watch from the kitchen window and there he is with Cole, hanging out on the pool deck, playing a game, making up stories, laughing, eating, hanging out just like 6 year olds want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High five, up high, down low.....cut the pickle? GET A TICKLE...&lt;br /&gt;High five, up high, down low.....look in the mitt, YOU SILLY GIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here so often helping me out with Cole that I started to call him my Manny (man+nanny). I asked how much I owe him for all this playtime...a simple hot dog and "man" beverage was all he required at the end of his "shift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a disclaimer thrown in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't do babies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries Manny, I got that covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6034635574587842517?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6034635574587842517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-manny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6034635574587842517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6034635574587842517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-manny.html' title='My Manny'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3643663798946511821</id><published>2010-07-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:01:30.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unicorn emerges...with pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDy0iFInvzI/AAAAAAAAAew/1TMJOaMg9ak/s1600/P1040907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDy0iFInvzI/AAAAAAAAAew/1TMJOaMg9ak/s320/P1040907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493464143072050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What?? Can it be real? Is that a unicorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...believe it or not...those gams belong to.......yours truly...look quick as they may head back to darkness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDy0v_u1UeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yDP-PvZrWXo/s1600/P1040908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDy0v_u1UeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yDP-PvZrWXo/s320/P1040908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493464382139879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad as it may seem, these legs have not seen shorts in over 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Ask any of my friends...even my trainer...not an ounce of skin has seen the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask why, we all have our insecurities about certain parts of our bodies. Showing that much leg makes me nervous. It makes me feel insecure. It makes me wonder if any "junk" is showing...and believe me EVERY girl has junk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure it's time to just get over it and embrace what I have.  Let the junk jiggle if it needs to! I will never have long thin legs...I have muscle which I love and at 36, staying cool (yes I have hot flashes) is more important then worrying about my silly legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been asking about my marathon training, I was doing great until my 16 miler..the run itself was fantastic, but my amateur running came into full effect afterwards. I did not stretch and cool down enough and I "tweaked" my hips which in turn "tweaked" the outside of my knee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an athletic therapist today and he popped me back into place and prescribed a slow 6 miler tonight. Here's hoping for a quick recovery. While I would not be upset if I have to shelve the marathon training...I hate being injured at all...I'm placing my faith in the professional that it's nothing serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3643663798946511821?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3643663798946511821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/unicorn-emergeswith-pain.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3643663798946511821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3643663798946511821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/unicorn-emergeswith-pain.html' title='The unicorn emerges...with pain'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDy0iFInvzI/AAAAAAAAAew/1TMJOaMg9ak/s72-c/P1040907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-74956432245003055</id><published>2010-07-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:41:52.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday...6am wake up call</title><content type='html'>My gal &lt;a href="http://wer4.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-summer.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+The4OfUs+%28The+4+of+Us%29"&gt;Kami&lt;/a&gt; is in town visiting (ie: shopping with me) and working....yes we will have to spend the weekend marking exam papers... indoors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, anyone who knows me well, also knows that a trip to stay with me will include some type of fitness. Pack your runners when you come or go home. It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trooper Kami woke up at 5:15 to join me at boot camp. For a gal who does not get up that early most days, I am honored that she chose to join me and feel the wrath of &lt;a href="http://precisionpowerfitness.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-we-begin.html"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;. So try this next time you are out at the park with hubby/friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel barrel...one person on all fours, other person grabs your feet and you walk those arms until you can walk em no more. Switch partners.  Hello shoulders and abs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great workout, breakfast and coffee, twins down for a nap and Cole safe and sound at Grandmas....Kami and I indulged in.....what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDeJLDCmycI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0tjudJ2fnqs/s1600/P1040894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDeJLDCmycI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0tjudJ2fnqs/s320/P1040894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492009093489412546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pool time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, an evening full of shopping, dinner and an early morning 10 miler awaits us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to come visit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend! Stay Fit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-74956432245003055?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/74956432245003055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitness-friday6am-wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/74956432245003055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/74956432245003055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitness-friday6am-wake-up-call.html' title='Fitness Friday...6am wake up call'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDeJLDCmycI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0tjudJ2fnqs/s72-c/P1040894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1617046144863097336</id><published>2010-07-08T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:44:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am LOVIN my Norwex shwag!</title><content type='html'>Or should I say my Norwex rags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are hardly rags....I would consider them amazing, stink free wash cloths and towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed.  Listen up, cleaning is my friend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my dear friend hosted a Norwex party at my place. Not sure what Norwex is? Take a peek on &lt;a href="http://www.cleanerwithnorwex.com"&gt;Brenda's website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun is getting together a bunch of gals for food and drinks....and cleaning supplies!  Turns out I was as excited about the cleaning supplies as I am shoe shopping....and I LOVE shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me run down the list of stuff I purchased (and or got as a hostess gift)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviro cloths: I have been using them for 5 days now at the sink to clean up etc...and there is NO STINK to them. Brenda warned me of this and I did not believe...but it's very true, these cloths are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea Butter:  Poor Kyle, he has dry skin. Cole flares up with every mosquito bite. The solution according to Brenda was Norwex Shea Butter. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH......Cole grabs the butter himself now to put on each bite. No sting, no swelling. Life outside is good again for my monkey. Kyle's skin is softer and getting better with each application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry Pre-Wash: Yup, this stuff gets the stain out...a couple sprays on the stain, into the laundry and voila, those baby food stains around the collar of the sleepers are gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry detergent. Ok....1000 loads for $27? Are you kidding? I believe this as you only need a tablespoon of detergent for each load.  Clean as can be without the perfume scent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to move towards a chemical free home and lifestyle. I admit, this is tough for me. While I'm still using VIM in the bathrooms (I like the smell!) I will continue to attend Norwex parties and try out their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried Norwex? Do you have any favorite items?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you want to order &lt;a href="http://www.cleanerwithnorwex.com/products/product_index.html"&gt;product&lt;/a&gt;, feel free to email Brenda at the link...she is a stay at home mom to 4 kids aged 7 and under and she's one special gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1617046144863097336?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1617046144863097336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-lovin-my-norwex-shwag.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1617046144863097336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1617046144863097336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-lovin-my-norwex-shwag.html' title='I am LOVIN my Norwex shwag!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1569030647586707303</id><published>2010-07-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:41:43.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years... going strong</title><content type='html'>July 1st was our 10 yr wedding anniversary.  Our anniversary will always be a holiday (Canada Day) and will always include fireworks. Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning hanging out and then the doorbell rang. My mom and dad surprised us with brunch. They brought everything, including the milk and eggs...and Tim Hortons coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had me at the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cooked up a storm and then went on with their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon enjoying a swim and bb-que with friends and once the twins were in bed, we snuggled up with Cole and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago, we were partying up a storm, excited to be husband and wife, respectful of one another and planning a future together. I blinked and 10 years passed us by. 5 houses later and 3 kids added to the mix...I can honestly say, nothing has changed. Respect, love and laughter fill our home and our lives daily. No gifts were needed, no evening out, no card to file away...the way Tim looks at me, and the way I feel about him is our gift to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDOFW9eIovI/AAAAAAAAAeg/43Rq2mFsKEc/s1600/P1050443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDOFW9eIovI/AAAAAAAAAeg/43Rq2mFsKEc/s320/P1050443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490879000199340786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10 years Tim, all my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: he did surprise me with a fantastic gift...it includes airline tickets and no kids! Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1569030647586707303?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1569030647586707303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-years-going-strong.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1569030647586707303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1569030647586707303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-years-going-strong.html' title='10 years... going strong'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TDOFW9eIovI/AAAAAAAAAeg/43Rq2mFsKEc/s72-c/P1050443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-866196154655472135</id><published>2010-06-30T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:30:53.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all fired up!</title><content type='html'>It pains me to even have to write about this story but I must vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/local/tow-truck-driver-destroyed-after-five-year-olds-death-97370984.html"&gt;A 5yr old boy &lt;/a&gt;was killed this week when a tow truck ran him over while he biked.  Apparently the tow truck blew the stop sign in a residential area. Investigation is pending...(cell phone? texting? simple human error and distraction? who knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news has been all abuzz with pointing fingers at the tow truck driver, the lack of speed bumps on the street (apparently running the stop sign is common and the residents are well aware of this), etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I stop here for one second.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAS A 5yr OLD RIDING A BIKE WITHOUT ANY ADULT SUPERVISION?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the article, it states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We actually do not have very many adults who have witnessed this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of our witnesses to this incident are small, very small, children or young adults"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you let your 5 year old head out for a "bike ride" with other kids...alone? 5 year olds can barely tie their shoes, never mind practice road safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving to a party last weekend and as we turned onto the street we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCtrcOdablI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EonY98iM8Hg/s1600/41pRbwA16zL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCtrcOdablI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EonY98iM8Hg/s320/41pRbwA16zL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488598703543053906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we slowed right down, as the 3 kids were busy playing on the street...and then the 3 year old started to run towards our car and stuck out his tongue at us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, NO PARENTS IN SIGHT.....the kids sauntered back to their garage, which was open.....but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PARENTS IN SIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does placing a simple sign outside your driveway give you enough comfort that motorists will actually see it and slow down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are WE not watching our kids at play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-866196154655472135?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/866196154655472135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-all-fired-up.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/866196154655472135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/866196154655472135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-all-fired-up.html' title='I&apos;m all fired up!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCtrcOdablI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EonY98iM8Hg/s72-c/41pRbwA16zL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-333201665779583441</id><published>2010-06-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:10:36.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarden is DONE</title><content type='html'>YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole did it! Last day of school was full of hugs and a few tears (some kids are moving or heading to private school). The last day deserved a special hat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo1SwiF6SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/37awQVZvvUw/s1600/DSC_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo1SwiF6SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/37awQVZvvUw/s320/DSC_0882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257692286183714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school deserved one more crack at mastering those monkey bars... PS: he did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo2Ees5pSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ll4szVfPhnc/s1600/DSC_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo2Ees5pSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ll4szVfPhnc/s320/DSC_0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258546493138210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's smile says it all...let's have a fantastic summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo2l7f1tSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aKe76o2V2Zc/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo2l7f1tSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aKe76o2V2Zc/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488259121158665506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool party this afternoon down the street, sushi for dinner and Star Wars In Concert tonight!!. Could I jam any more fun into the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-333201665779583441?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/333201665779583441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarden-is-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/333201665779583441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/333201665779583441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarden-is-done.html' title='Kindergarden is DONE'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCo1SwiF6SI/AAAAAAAAAdw/37awQVZvvUw/s72-c/DSC_0882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-1956942885874360048</id><published>2010-06-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:22:17.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water babies...I think not</title><content type='html'>Last summer we bought a house with a pool.  I was pregnant and loved floating around. This summer, I am down the slide, off the diving board and tanning on my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to get the twins into the pool, they will love it...I'm sure of it!  I was seriously hoping Luke and Kyle would feel the water and become water babies...well..... I will let the pictures say it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle..he loves the bath so it should be an easy (mind you much cooler) transition to the pool right?  Oh my...this lasted the entire swim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCalHPYnYxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fgjLLeDABv0/s1600/DSC_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCalHPYnYxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fgjLLeDABv0/s320/DSC_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487254739804971794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke......he hates the bath. Fuss fuss in the warm water, who knew I just needed to put him in a massive bed of cool water.   This lasted the entire swim too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCaldpi0aeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W9oFEb7xEaE/s1600/DSC_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCaldpi0aeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W9oFEb7xEaE/s320/DSC_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487255124784212450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this dude...he is water wing free and swimming under water, even touching the bottom of the shallow end with his hand....a significant milestone so early in the swimming season. Who needs lessons!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCamk52lYdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zF5d2pIrqCU/s1600/DSC_0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCamk52lYdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zF5d2pIrqCU/s320/DSC_0899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487256348932792786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuss or no fuss, my goal is to get the twins in the water each sunny swim day. There is at least 60 more days of swimming weather and hopefully not 60 more days of crying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-1956942885874360048?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1956942885874360048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-babiesi-think-not.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1956942885874360048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/1956942885874360048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-babiesi-think-not.html' title='Water babies...I think not'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCalHPYnYxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fgjLLeDABv0/s72-c/DSC_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6170034964212112520</id><published>2010-06-25T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:52:25.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Friday...my faves</title><content type='html'>Today I am giving my favorite exercises...I see these every week, in variations to keep it fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs: Lunges. &lt;a href="http://www.abc-of-fitness.com/info/walking-lunge.asp"&gt;Walking lunges&lt;/a&gt; in particular.  Add in a dumbell and your butt will tighten up in no time.  Pop lunges, reverse lunges, smith machine lunges...you cannot go wrong and these should be part of your leg workout each and every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest: &lt;a href="http://www.exrx.net/WeightExercises/PectoralSternal/DBBenchPress.html"&gt;Dumbbell Bench press.&lt;/a&gt;  You know that little pooch of skin that sticks out on the side of the bra, near the armpit...yup you know it...this exercise helps. Go heavy (I pressed 50 pound dumbells this week for 8 reps), use a spotter and watch those pecs tone up.  You will not bulk up, unless you're shootin some funky meds...women are not built to get huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders:  &lt;a href="http://www.shapefit.com/shoulder-exercises-front-plate-raises.html"&gt;Plate raises.  &lt;/a&gt;Those little muscle fibres twitch away on this one.  No need to go heavy, it's not a cabre toss, no momentum should be used to raise that plate up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triceps: &lt;a href="http://www.health24.com/videos/fitness/TricepDipBenchBall.asp"&gt;Dips&lt;/a&gt; with bench and ball. Add a plate (10 pounds?) onto your thighs, prop those legs up on a bosu ball and dip away. You will hate/love these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back: &lt;a href="http://www.exrx.net/WeightExercises/LatissimusDorsi/CBFrontPulldown.html"&gt;Lat pull downs.&lt;/a&gt;  Vary the grip (narrow, wide, palms turned in) and vary the pull to the front, back or alternate. So many choices!!! Did you know V-taper backs make your waist look really small? Get pulling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biceps: &lt;a href="http://www.shapefit.com/biceps-exercises-spider-curls.html"&gt;Spider Curls&lt;/a&gt;. I love the extension at the bottom of this one....ahhhhh and then a strong curl to the top. Slow down, explode up and hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs: &lt;a href="http://www.ab-core-and-stomach-exercises.com/hanging-leg-raises.html"&gt;hanging leg raises&lt;/a&gt;. For all the moms out there carrying some baby weight in the lower abs, this will help tighten that area. Go slow...feel the burn on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what are some of your favorite exercises and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6170034964212112520?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6170034964212112520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/fitness-fridaymy-faves.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6170034964212112520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6170034964212112520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/fitness-fridaymy-faves.html' title='Fitness Friday...my faves'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-8055101410781481358</id><published>2010-06-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:24:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteering is done...sniffle...</title><content type='html'>3 days of school left for Cole.....he's upset and I'm excited. He'll miss his friends but I'm thrilled to have him all to myself for 60 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to undo all the junk behavior he picked up this year....and have a fun summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my last morning of volunteering in his class yesterday...here we are walking to school. Notice the massive smile Cole has...the most excited I see him is the night before I volunteer.  Can I freeze that emotion and make it last forever? I won't miss the tedious tasks I get to do while volunteering (color? shelve books?) but I will miss watching the kids draw pictures, attempt kid printing...did you know "because" is actually "bekose" in Cole's world...and seeing my munchkin stare at his teacher as though she is the love of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCOqpwmBMbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GRbhbIMBTmc/s1600/P1040804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCOqpwmBMbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GRbhbIMBTmc/s320/P1040804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486416405463118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as a side note, Cole dresses himself now and I try not to make a big deal about his choices. I want his to feel confident in his ability to get ready in the AM...but the long sleeve shirt on a hot day, matched with brown socks AND black runners was too much to bear...I packed a short sleeve shirt for him...and sandals. I changed him once we got to school when he realized how hot he was....meltdown avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double side note...I like getting dressed up for volunteering, I'll miss that part too....for those interested (and I know you will email me) Dress is Max Studio from Winners ($50), Purse from Winners ($30), Jones NY sunglasses from Winners ($15) and flip flops from Aritzia ($16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a fantastic summer break, full of sun, swimming, beach, park, ice cream, late nights and most of all... memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-8055101410781481358?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8055101410781481358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/volunteering-is-donesniffle.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8055101410781481358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/8055101410781481358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/volunteering-is-donesniffle.html' title='Volunteering is done...sniffle...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TCOqpwmBMbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GRbhbIMBTmc/s72-c/P1040804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-3030016494022944879</id><published>2010-06-21T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:39:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a twin dad?</title><content type='html'>When I found out I was having twins, I signed up for a multiples society.  Everyone said I HAD to register with this particular society...so I agreed....I really only wanted the coupons and first dibs on any "sales" of 2nd hand gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started getting newsletters, invites on facebook for "multiples" outings, support group info etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my cup of tea. Just because I have 2 at once does not mean I need to surround them with another 100 sets of multiples. Maybe because they are fraternal and look nothing alike, I truly see them as individuals, separate personalities, and I rarely ever dress them the same.  I had twins, I did not give birth to something that requires a "society".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder, do many twin parents find comfort in these groups. Are many of them first time parents? I never had anyone suggest I become a member of a first time parent society?  If ever I needed a support group it would have been with baby #1. If ever I needed outings, connection with other moms, it would have been when I only had one child that I could easily tote around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few weeks ago we were stopped, and a lady asked Tim if he was a "multiple" dad.  I stood back and observed as I'm usually the one being stopped, this was all new for Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim looked at her confused??? She pointed to the twins....A "multiple" dad!!!  I'm a twin mom she said...grinning ear to ear....and then she waited....like she was waiting for fireworks to begin.....for a jumping and hugging fest? Whatever she was waiting for...she was not getting it from Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah they're twins..and he (pointing to Cole) is 5...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor woman looked as though we had burst her twin bubble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why we are not renewing our membership to the multiples society....we are a family with 3 kids, 2 of which happen to share a birthday. I'd like to think that I was simply lucky enough to have 3 kids with only 2 pregnancies. We get stopped enough, pointed to enough, and whispered about enough in public....it doesn't phase us...stare away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be a mom again, and Tim just wanted to be a dad again, joining the multiples society only labels us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label us simply....a family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-3030016494022944879?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3030016494022944879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-twin-dad.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3030016494022944879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/3030016494022944879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-twin-dad.html' title='Are you a twin dad?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-7518118004906817808</id><published>2010-06-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:07:39.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm obsessed....again</title><content type='html'>5 years ago I was obsessed with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalee_Holloway"&gt;Natalee Holloway&lt;/a&gt; case. Every night I watched &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/nancy.grace/"&gt;Nancy Grace&lt;/a&gt; to see the "breaking news".  She was counting the days the girl had been missing. New leads, pleas from her family, suspects arrested, and then released. It was an all consuming roller coaster ride for me.  Every night I kept hoping she would be found...alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole was just a baby. I panicked at the thought of him EVER going on a school trip....like I ever went to Mexico with my friends.....never...and pigs fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim would roll his eyes, "they will never find her" he would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 5 years later, my obsession is back.... Nancy Grace is on every night, Tim's eye rolling is in full effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joran Van Der Sloot is back in the headlines.....you can look him up if you want, I would NOT waste my time though. He is a media hungry psycho who has confessed to killing Stephany Flores.  Why? Because the poor girl found an email linking him to Natalee Holloway.  So he killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is not the first person to murder someone and head to prison, WHY is he being given SO MUCH media attention. WHY must I turn on the TV and see a story on how he spends his days in prison, what his cell looks like.  Video of him signing papers, posing for pictures with his prison chains on and most disgustingly, details of HOW he killed Stephany. As a parent I feel sick that we are so focused on him as news worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock him away and get him to tell authorities where Natalee's body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock him away and let the families mourn their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock him away, lock him away, lock him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my obsession be put to rest once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a news story ever gripped you so much that it has stayed with you throughout the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note that this is simply MY opinion based on my limited knowledge of the law and the case itself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-7518118004906817808?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7518118004906817808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-obsessedagain.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7518118004906817808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/7518118004906817808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-obsessedagain.html' title='I&apos;m obsessed....again'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-2798547908399479922</id><published>2010-06-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:35:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7 months my Twins!</title><content type='html'>A mom at school asked me this morning how old the twins were....I realized that today they are officially 7 months! So in honor of your monthly b-day (can I get away with that for a few more months?)....here are my thoughts in your 7th month of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lukey...you adore your big brother Cole. When he is around, your eyes smile. You may love him as much as you love me!.....maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmEWsLxMbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EHDLaA9En8Y/s1600/DSC_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmEWsLxMbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EHDLaA9En8Y/s320/DSC_0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483559546652799410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting less lazy these days...by that I mean you jump in the jumparoo more than one jump at a time....but still less then 10 jumps...and you will attempt a rollover...if there is something you MUST have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a gigantic big toe.... just like Cole. (PS: that is water, not pee that gigantic toe is stepping in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBl_OyGWwkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PTJwRXbCMhE/s1600/DSC_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBl_OyGWwkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PTJwRXbCMhE/s320/DSC_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483553913243615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My peanut Kyle. Where are you putting all the food you eat? Do you have a hollow leg? How is it with 2 jars of food per meal...you are still such a tiny little monkey?  My hope is that you have been blessed with a fast metabolism which will remain with you through life! You will eat anything in sight.. You roll, you jumparoo like a madman...you bounce in the exersaucer...you never sit still...unless you are eating...or knawing on a hard piece of plastic that has been drooled all over by your brother. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmBK2_bsTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VJxs7tfsvMQ/s1600/DSC_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmBK2_bsTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VJxs7tfsvMQ/s320/DSC_0903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556044860535090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy can read you like a book now. Only 2 things show me it's nap/bedtime...the infamous ear tug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmGh-IyiiI/AAAAAAAAAco/NOnD2RzF95Y/s1600/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmGh-IyiiI/AAAAAAAAAco/NOnD2RzF95Y/s320/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483561939473959458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, plain and simply falling asleep while standing. Yeah, it's not rocket science with you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmHQ6J0U0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/wAy19vPatWg/s1600/DSC_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmHQ6J0U0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/wAy19vPatWg/s320/DSC_0898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562745858380610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are full of snuggles and smiles, kisses and laughter...I am so lucky to have you...and you are so lucky to have these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmJlMJ3otI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IoNwWkv198s/s1600/DSC_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmJlMJ3otI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IoNwWkv198s/s320/DSC_0896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565293311075026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-2798547908399479922?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2798547908399479922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-7-months-my-twins.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2798547908399479922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/2798547908399479922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-7-months-my-twins.html' title='Happy 7 months my Twins!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TBmEWsLxMbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EHDLaA9En8Y/s72-c/DSC_0883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703206038257334510.post-6022776711793274730</id><published>2010-06-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:43:56.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with hubby...</title><content type='html'>Once a year Tim shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop at least once a month (maybe more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to enjoy shopping alone, no kids, just me and the racks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My store of choice? Winners (equivalent to TJ Maxx for my US friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having everything in one location...kids, home, beauty, jewelery, shoes....I browse it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim walks into Winners...and walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my surprise last friday...we took the kids and headed to Winners. It was bedtime for the twins and magically they chilled in the stroller...Cole snagged a "where's Waldo" book and sat searching for that infamous character. Already this was going well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...magic happened...I see Tim with a pile of stuff to try on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf shorts, golf shirts, running shorts, shoes, jackets, you name it..he had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could NOT contain my excitement....this gave me free reign to go ahead and shop for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundresses, blouses, running stuff, shoes...the 6 item limit was broken in about 2 minutes. I was like a wild animal searching for something, anything...sales, no sales, it did not matter, I wanted it alllllllllll.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours later (yes you read that right) we were at the till..the damage was done, I wore my new blouse to a party, I am wearing my new sundress to soccer tonight and I will likely wear my new running shorts for the half marathon this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His clothes are hanging in the closet...with the tags still on....and him comtemplating returning it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I thought we were making progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703206038257334510-6022776711793274730?l=tubaltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6022776711793274730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping-with-hubby.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6022776711793274730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703206038257334510/posts/default/6022776711793274730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping-with-hubby.html' title='Shopping with hubby...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013429267019966644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJVGMpf2F9k/TOcqPBVA2gI/AAAAAAAAAqc/D0PT_2Z9w6Q/S220/374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
