<?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-6923598985529242589</id><updated>2011-09-04T16:22:53.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfect Pursuit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-949870423718284059</id><published>2010-06-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:24:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Children's Museum, Part 2</title><content type='html'>While we were at the Children's Museum we mostly took pictures of Atticus since he was the one playing. Esme had fun watching everything but was too small to do hardly anything. In the train room, though, we had great lighting for the first time, so while Atticus played with the trains we had an impromptu photo shoot. Here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first two are so similar, but I can't decide which I like more: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvO_zfj8I/AAAAAAAADVo/CtYTVht4Cho/s1600/IMG_2358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvO_zfj8I/AAAAAAAADVo/CtYTVht4Cho/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvUzRPsqI/AAAAAAAADVw/uJ1SRhbpYQE/s1600/IMG_2359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvUzRPsqI/AAAAAAAADVw/uJ1SRhbpYQE/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera has this nice feature where you can have it just take picture after picture about a second apart. I have &lt;i&gt;hundreds&lt;/i&gt; of shots of Esme from this session alone. I tried to pick out the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvbNELn0I/AAAAAAAADV4/3jm3CYs4Ps0/s1600/IMG_2361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvbNELn0I/AAAAAAAADV4/3jm3CYs4Ps0/s320/IMG_2361.JPG" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvixrHaJI/AAAAAAAADWA/suOy5AZb2tM/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvixrHaJI/AAAAAAAADWA/suOy5AZb2tM/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvoVcT0jI/AAAAAAAADWI/mPV1tsScn9U/s1600/IMG_2377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvoVcT0jI/AAAAAAAADWI/mPV1tsScn9U/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvvG6GV6I/AAAAAAAADWQ/4QB1ON6-B50/s1600/IMG_2410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvvG6GV6I/AAAAAAAADWQ/4QB1ON6-B50/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two are right after each other. Her expression changes so fast!&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkv2wmjmrI/AAAAAAAADWY/Q3RDSeuObMo/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkv2wmjmrI/AAAAAAAADWY/Q3RDSeuObMo/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkv751Va2I/AAAAAAAADWg/gDlYPHRMuDA/s1600/IMG_2422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkv751Va2I/AAAAAAAADWg/gDlYPHRMuDA/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to get rid of all the in-between pictures because if I click through them fast it's like a movie. I love it!&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkwEqAkCEI/AAAAAAAADWo/B-3AwrO5fkM/s1600/IMG_2429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkwEqAkCEI/AAAAAAAADWo/B-3AwrO5fkM/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one's kinda blurry, but it's one of the few where she wasn't looking right at me. I like it a lot. I wish it had turned out better.&lt;br /&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkwOGQsLdI/AAAAAAAADWw/6rTcYMYX9PY/s1600/IMG_2447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkwOGQsLdI/AAAAAAAADWw/6rTcYMYX9PY/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are usually a cool gray/green color, but those overalls really brought the green out. I'm so, so glad I have a decent camera and know a little about how to take pictures. I don't have anything nearly this good of Atticus at the same age. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked the pics! Which is your favorite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-949870423718284059?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/949870423718284059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/childrens-museum-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/949870423718284059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/949870423718284059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/childrens-museum-part-2.html' title='The Children&apos;s Museum, Part 2'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBkvO_zfj8I/AAAAAAAADVo/CtYTVht4Cho/s72-c/IMG_2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-491646494370532552</id><published>2010-06-15T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:39:31.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Children's Museum, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Our library has free day passes to all kinds of fun things including the Children's Museum, so one day a couple months ago we took the kids. After realizing how many pictures I wanted to put up I decided to make it two posts. This first one is all Atticus, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time in the water room first. Unfortunately, the combination of the lighting and my not-so-awesome camera meant almost all of them blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgiOZ-6AtI/AAAAAAAADUw/IiYDwsTt9tg/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgiOZ-6AtI/AAAAAAAADUw/IiYDwsTt9tg/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in the tree reading area:&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgiG5EcOTI/AAAAAAAADUo/Q8-SFROSLAA/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgiG5EcOTI/AAAAAAAADUo/Q8-SFROSLAA/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Justin painting his face. (We took turns. Maybe you think we should have let him do this himself, but you would be wrong.) The green above the eyebrows was my doing, but Justin got to do the crowning achievement -- the &lt;a href="http://www.mcnblogs.com/filmfatale/samjacksonpulp.jpg"&gt;mustache&lt;/a&gt;. I've also got to add that when he looked at this picture just now he said, "Oh, I had paint on. I was just Jesus Christ." Apparently there's a theme going on here.&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgivcDWsAI/AAAAAAAADU4/2Uj7WtNrvJ4/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgivcDWsAI/AAAAAAAADU4/2Uj7WtNrvJ4/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atticus at the bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkGD4OOjI/AAAAAAAADVI/yysuQ8WbjP8/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkGD4OOjI/AAAAAAAADVI/yysuQ8WbjP8/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: 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: 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: 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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgpzTCtsSI/AAAAAAAADVg/KKEwP6ozBms/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgpzTCtsSI/AAAAAAAADVg/KKEwP6ozBms/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's where he spent the most time -- the train table. He &lt;i&gt;loved &lt;/i&gt;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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgj_ZQC-9I/AAAAAAAADVA/Fcm6wQSvbgg/s1600/IMG_2179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgj_ZQC-9I/AAAAAAAADVA/Fcm6wQSvbgg/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkNUVuPpI/AAAAAAAADVQ/l5d0Nv23tiM/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkNUVuPpI/AAAAAAAADVQ/l5d0Nv23tiM/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for good measure, here's what he thinks of you:&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkUxwNfeI/AAAAAAAADVY/S4IPdpaGlJk/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgkUxwNfeI/AAAAAAAADVY/S4IPdpaGlJk/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" /&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/6923598985529242589-491646494370532552?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/491646494370532552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/childrens-museum-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/491646494370532552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/491646494370532552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/childrens-museum-part-1.html' title='The Children&apos;s Museum, Part 1'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBgiOZ-6AtI/AAAAAAAADUw/IiYDwsTt9tg/s72-c/IMG_2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-3042231462995593057</id><published>2010-06-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:40:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks, Rivers, and Bare Feet</title><content type='html'>I think about posting sometimes, but I'm so tired lately. Really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; tired. But here goes. I thought I'd keep it simple to get myself to do it. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the last couple of months. I'll do this in a series. This first set is from a day when we took the kids to the river, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Atticus hoarding rocks:&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWViSw9LlI/AAAAAAAADTw/apFeXHRzFlc/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWViSw9LlI/AAAAAAAADTw/apFeXHRzFlc/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing (or maybe just pulling back for a throw): &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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWVM7kcr5I/AAAAAAAADTo/kCwwzzbKOt0/s1600/IMG_1638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWVM7kcr5I/AAAAAAAADTo/kCwwzzbKOt0/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a weird face:&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWWC7rBPjI/AAAAAAAADT4/CXGgKQ2YUzQ/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWWC7rBPjI/AAAAAAAADT4/CXGgKQ2YUzQ/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is after I told him to go get the mud off his hands. He did a pretty good job! I must admit, something about this pose makes me think of paintings of Christ I've seen. Maybe that's sacrilegious. Whatever.&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWX0pdolII/AAAAAAAADUI/NWMF6TBGs_s/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWX0pdolII/AAAAAAAADUI/NWMF6TBGs_s/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Esme's turn. Here she is with Justin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWW4vI6tHI/AAAAAAAADUA/-y_SCV0CCCI/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWW4vI6tHI/AAAAAAAADUA/-y_SCV0CCCI/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: 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: 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: 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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is checking out the water. She looks kind of suspicious. She probably thinks it's a Communist.&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWX-XsTnwI/AAAAAAAADUQ/KTd0IwL4RFI/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWX-XsTnwI/AAAAAAAADUQ/KTd0IwL4RFI/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWYKALXSKI/AAAAAAAADUY/Dx4Zih4LUq8/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWYKALXSKI/AAAAAAAADUY/Dx4Zih4LUq8/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this last one you can tell she was pretty much ready to go home. Also, she wanted me to know I was the worst person ever.&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWYTiy44ZI/AAAAAAAADUg/ZNDWW8aD35Y/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWYTiy44ZI/AAAAAAAADUg/ZNDWW8aD35Y/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" /&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/6923598985529242589-3042231462995593057?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3042231462995593057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/rocks-rivers-and-bare-feet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3042231462995593057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3042231462995593057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/06/rocks-rivers-and-bare-feet.html' title='Rocks, Rivers, and Bare Feet'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/TBWViSw9LlI/AAAAAAAADTw/apFeXHRzFlc/s72-c/IMG_1820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-82226519094639984</id><published>2010-05-11T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:18:06.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me with Crutches: Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 100% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Last Friday I thought I'd be a cool mom. You know, the kind who plays with her kids instead of sitting at the playground with a book. This turned out to be a bad idea. Lazy moms, you know what you're about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We were playing Lava Monster&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I had been on the lava for almost three sweconds, so I jumped up on a slide to restart my time. As I jumped back down to keep running, I landed pretty badly. The next thing I know I'm laying on the ground in incredible pain. Seriously -- really, really terrible pain. I was losing it until I started doing my hypnobirthing stuff, relaxed, and got my mind of it. It was seriously the worst pain I think I've ever felt. Here's a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So now I can't walk. Luckily Justin's mom had some crutches at her house that she let me borrow. I couldn't put any weight on my foot and couldn't even move it without serious, serious pain for the first 24 hours or so. I'm now to the point that I can rest it on the floor for short periods of time. I'm just hoping to be albe to stand on it and walk around by Thursday, since I have an Enrichment meeting I want to go to and I'll need to be able to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In other news, here's what Atticus did to Esme today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S-nWxkdm35I/AAAAAAAADTc/FCsdLS-andw/s1600/IMG_2548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S-nWxkdm35I/AAAAAAAADTc/FCsdLS-andw/s320/IMG_2548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It could be worse. And yes, he got in BIG trouble. I don't want a pen anywhere near her eyes, espcially not while being held by a 3-year-old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;If 	you don't know what this is you had a terrible childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-82226519094639984?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/82226519094639984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-with-crutches-yay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/82226519094639984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/82226519094639984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-with-crutches-yay.html' title='Me with Crutches: Yay.'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S-nWxkdm35I/AAAAAAAADTc/FCsdLS-andw/s72-c/IMG_2548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-4107579120243448358</id><published>2010-03-20T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:11:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Teeth! or My Brain On Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Okay -- I've been thinking that I should write an account of getting my wisdom teeth pulled. Not only because it was something big in my life and thus belongs on my blog if I want it there, but also because I think others who get their teeth pulled deserve to have accounts to read ahead of time to help prepare them. I'm officially adding my experience to the hundreds that are probably on here somewhere already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We went in and first talked with the oral surgeon for a long time about different things that you will find boring and thus are not included.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then -- and I didn't know this going in -- Justin was not allowed to go with me into the room where they did the actual pulling! Augh! Didn't they know I &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt; him? I wish I had been forewarned on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After going in and sitting down they strapped the heart rate monitor to my finger and put a blood pressure cuff on my arm. This was unhelpful -- it let me know exactly how stressed out I was. I was trying to calm myself down with little success when they put the thing over my nose for the nitrous oxide. I was breathing it in, wondering if it was going to be okay or if I was going to seriously regret this later, and nothing was happening. I asked what percent the gas was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"100 percent," they tell me. Now I know they're trying to kill me for sure. But why am I not feeling anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"100 percent nitrous?" I ask in a disbelieving voice. Then they laugh at me and tell me it's 100 percent &lt;i&gt;oxygen&lt;/i&gt; right now. That makes me feel a little better, but I'm still pretty tense at that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;They turn on the nitrous oxide at a 50/50 mix and it makes me feel unbelievably dizzy. I ask them to turn it down. They proceeded to numb me up and forcibly yank my teeth out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It was a really weird experience, like having two levels in my brain. There was the stupid level that was high on drugs and thinking really dumb things.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then below that was my sane brain -- I was fully aware and could think about how surreal the experience was and how stupid my other brain was being. I spent a lot of the time thinking about what my cognitive limits were and testing myself to see how fast I could think, which wasn't very fast. It was like my brain was slowed down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Also, they kept talking to me like I was an idiot or a child. My high brain was okay with this, but the sane brain was kinda peeved. And it was interesting that while the nitrous oxide made me care less about what they were doing, my hands were still involuntarily clenched pretty much the whole time. My body was still stressed and definitely not relaxed. I remember at one point asking if my pulse was too fast. Every time I almost fell asleep my sane brain wouldn't let me. I know it's irrational, but I felt like if I did I might lose myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After it was all over I left with a mouth full of gauze and no feeling in the lower half of my face. Word of caution -- go straight to the pharmacy for your pain meds. We got stuck in traffic and had to pick the kids up first, so the numbness wore off completely before I got my prescription. It hurt really, really badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The biggest surprise for me was that it took me days -- more than a week -- to feel okay again, No one had mentioned that having your teeth pulled makes you feel like you have the flu. I was lethargic, dizzy, sometimes nauseated, and shaky for days. It was miserable. Add to that not being able to eat anything other than soup and pudding and such stuff and it was not something I would want to do again. I'm glad it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Well, 	not first. First was the x-ray machine that swiveled all the way 	around my head, making me feel like they were deliberately trying to 	give me brain cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Every time they said, "that one's out. We're going to clean now," 	it made my high brain want to say, "I love you guys!" My 	sane brain didn't let that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-4107579120243448358?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4107579120243448358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-teeth-or-my-brain-on-drugs.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4107579120243448358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4107579120243448358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-teeth-or-my-brain-on-drugs.html' title='Goodbye, Teeth! or My Brain On Drugs'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-661749727266989478</id><published>2010-03-17T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:44:05.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Fire Bell" Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We regularly check out movies from the library for Cormack.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time we've got three -- a Curious George film, a Clifford DVD, and a DVD that has two totally awesome shows on it -- one about construction trucks and one about firetrucks and firemen. Today I'm going to talk about the firemen.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It showed how the firemen do lots of things while they have down time in the firehouse -- they cook, eat, wash dishes, play cards, watch TV, etc. Then while they were watching a training video&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bell rings and they all jump up at the same time and briskly head off to save the day. No hesitation -- I don't think they even bothered to turn off the TV. This got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been musing over this all day. What is my personal fire bell?&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What things do I drop everything for -- no hesitation, no questions asked? This is kind of a hard question for me to answer. There are some things that come to mind immediately, but I'm trying to set those aside and truly think about it. I've only been thinking about this for a day or so, so forgive me if it seems like I'm flying by the seat of my pants. I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, my children and husband. It's a standard answer, but after fully thinking it through I can say unequivocally that I would drop everything in a heartbeat for any real need they had that I could fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second -- well, that's the thing. I'm having trouble coming up with more that &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; fit the bill. But here's one that I think I do a pretty good job at: empathizing with others and performing acts of kindness and compassion. I'm by no means perfect, but I have been consciously training myself to drop everything and help others whenever I see the need. This also kind of relates to how I've been thinking a lot about Levinas lately and the face of the other.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not going to go into it in detail, but the idea is that when we see the face of the other, we see their true personhood and have a desire to fill their needs. I love this concept, though I'm botching it. It's this willingness to make the effort to see the humanity in everyone around you -- to see the similarities instead of the differences, if you will, and to let that evoke empathy and action in yourself. I want this to be a "fire bell" thing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you don't mind sharing, what things evoke a "fire bell" response in you? What things do you want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;This 	keeps us sane by regularly rotating the irritating juvenile cartoons 	present in our household. Thank goodness we don't have regular TV -- 	I'd go crazy without all this control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Who, 	in this DVD, all have Brooklyn accents. The perpetuation of the 	stereotype left me feeling weird but smiling along anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Right. 	Like I believe they spend their free time watching training videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Or 	whatever it's called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;I 	know I'm losing a lot of you at this point -- sorry. Go study 	Levinas; he's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-661749727266989478?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/661749727266989478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/fire-bell-response.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/661749727266989478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/661749727266989478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/fire-bell-response.html' title='The &quot;Fire Bell&quot; Response'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-6104231501520257186</id><published>2010-03-02T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:44:09.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally -- Another Post or Not Having Internet Was Driving Me Nuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My internet was down for awhile, but I've got it all fixed up now. It turned out that it was mysteriously one of the antivirus/spyware programs I installed that was blocking internet or something. Totally weird. Sadly, I have not discovered the reason behind our kernel stack errors/blue screens of death. I haven't seen one since yesterday morning. I'm going to cross my fingers and hope for the best.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since that problem was happening before the internet one, I don't think they're related. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In good news, I was at my sister's today and weighed myself for the first time since December 1st when I weighed about 200 pounds. I'm just under 185 now! I've also just barely started fitting into some skirts and jeans I couldn't wear before. I have more I still can't fit into to motivate me to lose more weight. And in case you're interested, here are my reasons for losing weight/living healthier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lot of weight related health 	problems run in my family, so I want to maintain a healthy weight to 	decrease my risk.  	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to fit into my jeans and 	skirts again (and not have a lumpy silhouette).  	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With my old knee injuries it's 	really hard to play with my three-year-old. I know that losing 	weight can help decrease knee pain and I'm tired of living with it. 	I'm tired of being only 25 and having knee pain like this!  	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to be a good example for my 	children and raise them in a home where we have healthy attitudes 	about food and exercise.  	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to prove to myself that I 	can! If I can give birth twice without any pain meds and nurse a 	child for two years, I can do this, too.  	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think the reason I'm having success so far is that I'm not trying to make huge changes, and lots of them, all at once.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been making little changes, replacing things that are unhealthy with things that are borderline, and it's a difference, but it's one I can live with. Once I'm used to that I'll change a little more. I'm trying to drink more water, eat smaller portions of things that aren't as good for me, and eat more things that are both good for me and delicious.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that if I feel deprived I'll quit, so I'm careful to always eat when I want to. If I want something sweet I eat it, but I keep it small and try to not choose the worst thing I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry if you guys are tired of hearing about this stuff, but it's what I'm interested in right now. I promise next time will be about something else.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;And 	look around online for some kind of help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Though 	I was certainly tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Like 	hummus, borscht, and fish. Not at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt; 	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Like 	contemporary Social theory. Watch out what you ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-6104231501520257186?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6104231501520257186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-another-post-or-not-having.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6104231501520257186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6104231501520257186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-another-post-or-not-having.html' title='Finally -- Another Post or Not Having Internet Was Driving Me Nuts!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-4799610251739742624</id><published>2010-02-25T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:00:32.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to See Huge Spiders? Try Youtube. Or Australia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of you may know that I'm not so good with spiders&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've tried really hard to keep my kids form being afraid because I am, but it hasn't quite worked. There are just those times like when I opened my front door to a giant spider hanging down in front of my face that you can't prepare for. I screamed and slammed the door and Atticus, who saw all of this, was terrified and sobbing. No matter how much you talk about how friendly spiders are, things like that mean a lot more than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We got a Crocodile Hunter video from the library for Atticus to watch that we didn't realize had big spiders on it. After that Atticus has been having some nightmares with big scary spiders and I feel terrible for him. I feel like this is mostly my fault. So this evening we got on Youtube and watched some spider videos. At first he totally didn't want to, but I held him and told him how friendly the spiders were and I think maybe we made a little progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCO56iyBXtU"&gt;Here's &lt;/a&gt;a good spider video we watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had to stop&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crvI1SOPavA&amp;amp;NR=1&amp;amp;feature=fvwp"&gt; this one &lt;/a&gt;part way through. This guy was freaking out way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We really liked &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DsaXfNgQZ4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this one.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Potty training is also going pretty well. Definitely not perfectly, but well. I'm excited for the idea that this will all be over in a few months&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and we'll never have to buy diapers again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Esme news, she's now rolling over from front to back like crazy! She also goes from sitting to her stomach to her back pretty fast. She's discovering how cool her toes are. She's also showing definite recognition of things like her pacifier and some of her toys. We think she's pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;And 	those of you who know that much know that that's a big 	understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Give 	or take. I'm trying to find that perfect line between being hopeful 	and being realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-4799610251739742624?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4799610251739742624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/want-to-see-huge-spiders-try-youtube-or.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4799610251739742624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4799610251739742624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/want-to-see-huge-spiders-try-youtube-or.html' title='Want to See Huge Spiders? Try Youtube. Or Australia.'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-4287010198929702774</id><published>2010-02-22T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:46:01.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Use a Lot of Exclaimation Points!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey guys, I need to post more often! Oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've had some great times this last week that I can summarize for you. I know you're eagerly anticipating this, so I'll dive right in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, I've been drinking water and exercising like a fiend and I feel Awesome!&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I did 125 couch pushups and walked down to Spicer Brothers and back!&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way back we passed several interesting people, one of whom was drunk and swerved&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around Atticus. Another was a smoker who told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atticus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to never touch a cigarette. And he almost ran over a laughing woman and her date. All in all, very eventful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4OGCvkKSKI/AAAAAAAADTU/m1j3xUt-GiA/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4OGCvkKSKI/AAAAAAAADTU/m1j3xUt-GiA/s200/IMG_0890.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Church was awesome yesterday. I've been called to be a Relief Society teacher!&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so happy! I'm gonna whip those guys into a frenzy!&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I'm still loving choir. And I finally got visit taught for the first time since Utah, which is beyond great! You guys, I'm making friends in my ward -- finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You might be interested to hear how Lent is going. I'm still up to date on my reading and I totally went kinda crazy with chocolate yesterday. Mmm. I made up for it today with a yummy cucumber sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4OF_b52qeI/AAAAAAAADTM/N9wOVKcOrI4/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4OF_b52qeI/AAAAAAAADTM/N9wOVKcOrI4/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This last picture is from a walk we went on the other day. It was almost dark and I turned off my flash anyway. I'm glad I did -- these pictures were awesome in a totally surreal way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Don't 	fail to notice the capital "A".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;I 	cheated and took the elevator back up. For those of you who don't 	know, it's a killer hill and none too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;I 	honestly can't think of a better word for the way he moved. To be 	fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atticus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and his scooter were taking up a large amount of the 	sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;I 	did mention that it was my favorite calling a few times to the 	people making the decisions. That may have helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Umm, 	reverently, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-4287010198929702774?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4287010198929702774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-which-i-use-lot-of-exclaimation.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4287010198929702774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4287010198929702774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-which-i-use-lot-of-exclaimation.html' title='In Which I Use a Lot of Exclaimation Points!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4OGCvkKSKI/AAAAAAAADTU/m1j3xUt-GiA/s72-c/IMG_0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-5658290111195660758</id><published>2010-02-20T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:19:33.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Water Bottle, Pushups, and Veggies or I WILL Fit Into Those Pants Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I mentioned it before, I think, but I'm trying to eat more healthily and lose this baby weight Esme left me with&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I joined &lt;a href="http://www.peertrainer.com/"&gt;Peertrainer&lt;/a&gt;, a free site where you log your meals and goals and exercise. They have groups that you can join of up to four people each to encourage each other and make you accountable for what you're doing. So far it's helped me evaluate what I eat. I know I have to report it, so I've been drinking more water, not grabbing bites of something sweet in the evening, and trying harder to eat veggies. I'm pretty proud of myself. Now I just need to get a scale so I can see if I'm making any progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I feel weird about this because I've always been kind of anti-dieting. My way of reconciling myself here is that I don't see what I'm doing as a diet -- I'm just making little changes to eat in a more healthy way and trying to add more activity to my day. I feel like I need to do this so I don't end up with health problems. There are a lot of things that run in my family, so I want to be as healthy as I can to try to stay that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I've started doing more pushups with Justin, too. &lt;a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/index.html"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; gives a schedule to get you doing 100 pushups in 6 weeks. If you can only do a couple regular pushups it recommends doing an easier form that's still challenging but possible. Personally, I can't even do three knee pushups, so I had to get creative. I'm doing what I call couch pushups -- My hands are on the part of my couch that's right under the cushions -- about a foot off the floor -- and I do pushups from my knees. With this method I was able to do 26 pushups for my initial test with a straight body and everything&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Then yesterday, on the first day of the actual program, I did a total of 90 pushups! I couldn't believe it. I've only done probably ten knee pushups in my entire life up to this&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and that's not an exaggeration. And 30 of those were in my last set where I did my max. I can't believe I was able to do more in my max after four other sets than I had been able to do the day before at all! I'm pretty proud of myself here&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4A0RAyBNCI/AAAAAAAADTE/xQBDTrlUgQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4A0RAyBNCI/AAAAAAAADTE/xQBDTrlUgQ0/s200/IMG_0851.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My other big goal right now is water drinking. I drink at least 60 ounces a day. So far that's going really well&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm focusing on just that for a week and then I'll add in a new goal. I can't wait to fit into my jeans again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And a quick update on Lent -- I've had no chocolate&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6sym" name="sdfootnote6anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and am caught up on the reading. Yay! And for those of you who wanted a more detailed reading goal, it's about 11.5 pages per day. Sorry, I should've told you that at the beginning. So I've been reading 12 pages a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Kids 	always give the worst presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Justin's 	doing regular pushups. It's putting us on a fairly even level, 	workout-wise. Like, we both do around the same amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;One 	or two at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Although 	along with the pride I also possess a lot of soreness today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;So 	easy with my water bottle! This water bottle and I were basically 	made for each other. When I try to drink my water requirement out of 	a glass I just can't bring myself to do it. From my water bottle 	it's a breeze! You may notice it's not full. That's because I've been drinking from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote6" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6anc" name="sdfootnote6sym"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;Though 	I have &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; been tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-5658290111195660758?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5658290111195660758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-water-bottle-pushups-and-veggies-or.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/5658290111195660758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/5658290111195660758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-water-bottle-pushups-and-veggies-or.html' title='My Water Bottle, Pushups, and Veggies or I WILL Fit Into Those Pants Again!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S4A0RAyBNCI/AAAAAAAADTE/xQBDTrlUgQ0/s72-c/IMG_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-3515918625324945303</id><published>2010-02-16T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:18:39.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Mormon Reading Schedule For Lent</title><content type='html'>Okay -- here's the reading schedule. It's approximately evenly spread out (I rounded to help it end in nice places where possible). The deadlines are all on Sundays for two reasons: first, it ends on Easter this way, and second, Sundays tend to be good days for catching up on reading if you're behind (and you can eat chocolate while doing so!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 21 -- 2nd Nephi&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 28 -- Enos&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 7  -- Alma&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 14 -- Alma 33 (about 80 pages in 33 chapters here!)&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 21 -- Helaman&lt;br /&gt;Mar. 28 -- 3 Nephi 21&lt;br /&gt;Apr. 4  -- Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do get behind one week, don't let it stop you! We can do this, guys! I'm gonna go make a Facebook group now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-3515918625324945303?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3515918625324945303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-of-mormon-reading-schedule-for.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3515918625324945303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3515918625324945303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-of-mormon-reading-schedule-for.html' title='Book of Mormon Reading Schedule For Lent'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-1497300287949331082</id><published>2010-02-16T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:16:33.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderline Sick or Sleep, Ellusive Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night I got the worst night's sleep EVER&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. First I didn't get to bed until midnight, which was my own fault. Then I huddled under the covers shivering for two hours. I kept turning over, tucking myself in tighter, curling up into a ball, thinking that eventually my body heat would transfer to the sheet and three blankets over me enough to let me sleep. Finally at two in the morning I realized that was never going to happen, so I pulled out a sleeping bag and threw it on top of everything else. After shivering for another ten minutes or so I finally fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fast forward to four o' clock or something. Justin brings Esme in to nurse&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I'm so hot I feel like I'm going to die. I feel dizzy, sick to my stomach, and bruised all over. I feel like I've got the flu. Every other time I wake up I feel this way, too, even after I stop using all those blankets and the sleeping bag. Justin was really nice and let me sleep this morning&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I still feel kinda sick today. Not as bad as I did in the middle of the night, but every time I stand up I feel like I'm going to die and I can't stand anyone touching my skin. I feel like every part of me is shaky on the inside. Not the best I've ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So maybe I have the flu or something. I don't know. I don't really care. I just hope I don't give it to anyone else and I hope I get better soon. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And those of you who want to know about the reading schedule thing -- I'll get that up a little later. Right now Justina and Atticus are both being kinda loud and busy and I can't focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Okay, 	maybe not EVER, but it was pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;They 	sleep on the couch in the living room -- suffice it to say that 	everyone gets more sleep this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;	&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Or 	should I say afternoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-1497300287949331082?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1497300287949331082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-i-got-worst-nights-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/1497300287949331082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/1497300287949331082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-i-got-worst-nights-sleep.html' title='Borderline Sick or Sleep, Ellusive Sleep!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-1190805186235801153</id><published>2010-02-15T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:03:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates: Potty Training and Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 100% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember how I said we were going to visit family yesterday? It went better than I'd expected it to. Atticus had one accident&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but other than that did really well. Today he's doing well, too. We've had to go out today, so he's had a pull-up for those times. I wish we could be a little more dedicated about this. I'm glad that he's still going in the potty even though it isn't full time. I feel like we're making progress that isn't going to go backwards here, and that's a huge relief. He's even telling me when he needs to go sometimes now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night when we got home and put Atticus to bed we had a little Valentine's celebration. We had hot chocolate and cookies&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and watched Music and Lyrics. We had a fun time. The previews especially looked like good candidates for Making Fun Of Terrible Movies Night. We try to have one of those like once a week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only a little over a day until Lent! I think I'll draw up some reading benchmarks for each week to help myself not get behind. Thanks for the encouragement, guys, and I'm glad you'll be reading with me, Shiroibara! Can I call you by your real name or is it a secret? And there's nothing too special to know about how to do this. Just no chocolate except on Sundays and read the Book of Mormon by the end of Lent, meaning Easter. To find out more about the history of Lent or how different people decide to ovserve it, there's lots of info online. I think the similarities between Lent and Ramadan are interesting, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edit: I just saw that you're going to read with us, too, Kathryn! This is going to be awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Which 	was our fault, really. We didn't ask him if he needed to go often 	enough and I think he felt really awkward being somewhere other than 	home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Gotta 	appreicate it before Wednesday, right? Plus, I'm only letting myself 	eat dessert-stuff before bed once a week now, so now I've got some 	waiting to do before I get to do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-1190805186235801153?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1190805186235801153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates-potty-training-and-lent.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/1190805186235801153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/1190805186235801153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates-potty-training-and-lent.html' title='Updates: Potty Training and Lent'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-6928833569122803717</id><published>2010-02-13T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:03:47.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training At Last -- Complete With Dino Tattoos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I mentioned over on Facebook that Atticus is doing awesome with potty training. Let me back up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've tried potty training several times with little to no success. There seemed to be two problems. First, Atticus didn't really care if he peed on the floor somewhere. It just didn't bother him. Second, if there was a reward for going pee in the potty he would just sit there and sit there, refusing to budge, until he finally decided he wasn't interested at all. So frustrating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then a few days ago we realized we were running out of diapers and we just could not think of a way to get more without putting it on the credit card, which I adamantly oppose. I decided we were just going to bite the bullet and potty train whether he was ready or not. Now I'm totally glad I decided to do this because it seems to be working really well. First, I told him that if he peed or pooped anywhere other than the potty I would take away his trains&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Second, when he sat down on the potty but obviously had no pee to pee out I told him we could go drink some water, which would then go through his body&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and come out as pee, but he would have to be patient. This clicked for him! So whenever he goes pee in the potty he gets to pick a treat&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, whenever he poops in the potty he gets a little bag of chips, and whenever he pees or poops somewhere else he loses his trains (or something else if those are already gone). Here he is with a dino tat on his forehead. He has more on his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S3eHij9So7I/AAAAAAAADS8/dcNENygwlCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S3eHij9So7I/AAAAAAAADS8/dcNENygwlCQ/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday he went pee in the potty four times and poop on the carpet once. I felt like I had a dog all of a sudden. So he lost his trains but took it pretty well. Today he's gone in the potty about a million times and pooped in the potty once&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He also pooped a little in his underwear, but whatever. We're making progress here. I was mostly just trying out the underwear because we have to go visit family tomorrow and Justin says they won't want him running around naked&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He passed the test as far as pee went, but poop was another story. At least it was only a little and then he told me. It could have been so much worse. Now we can all just cross our fingers for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In other news, I'm now officially losing my pregnancy hair. All over the place. It's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;His 	absolute favorite toy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Insert 	lots of hand gestures here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;We 	have a box with little raisin boxes, cheese and crackers, and 	dinosaur tattoos in it for him to choose something out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;I 	thought of taking a picture to put up here with this post, but I 	thought you probably wouldn't be as excited about it as I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Some 	people are so uptight. Just kidding. To be honest, neither do I. 	This will already be uncomfortable enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-6928833569122803717?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6928833569122803717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-training-at-last-complete-with.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6928833569122803717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6928833569122803717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-training-at-last-complete-with.html' title='Potty Training At Last -- Complete With Dino Tattoos!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S3eHij9So7I/AAAAAAAADS8/dcNENygwlCQ/s72-c/IMG_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-6414296813876942425</id><published>2010-02-13T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:05:09.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Lent, Guys! or My 46-Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P { margin-bottom: 0in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 110% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lent is one of those things that I've always really liked the idea of doing, but never have. I've known other people, usually not Catholics, who have decided to observe Lent in their own way to help them become closer to God and better people. I seriously love that idea. So this year, I'm finally doing it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been mulling over what I want my Lent to be like for several weeks now. I knew immediately that I wanted to give up chocolate&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;postID=6414296813876942425#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Lent and set myself a reading goal from the scriptures. I was thinking maybe the four Gospels or half of the Book of Mormon or something like that, but a couple days ago it hit me -- I know what I need to read for Lent. I'm reading the Book of Mormon. Not half of it. All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll bet I know what you're thinking, and unless it's positive, I don't think I want to hear it. I'm kinda freaked out at the idea myself right now, but I know it's what I need to do. I've been feeling like I need to get myself mentally back on track for awhile now, and this feels like the right thing to do to get me there. I'm planning to set aside pretty much all other reading and focus on this and this alone, plowing through it like I do with novels. If I do that I have no doubt that I can do this. It will require sacrifice and time and motivation -- but that's the point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's the real question -- will anyone commit to do it with me? Will you start next Wednesday (the 17th) and end by Easter? I'll be posting about my progress and thoughts, so we could probably have some good discussion in the comments.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and you should know -- Sundays are feast days&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;postID=6414296813876942425#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so no chocolate restriction for those. I'll keep reading on Sundays, though. That would be a bit backward if I didn't, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;postID=6414296813876942425#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;I've 	toyed with the idea of giving up all sweets, but I'm not sure I 	could handle that one. I'm still thiking about it, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;postID=6414296813876942425#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;At 	least that's what it says on Wikipedia, that fountain of religious 	knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-6414296813876942425?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6414296813876942425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-lent-guys-or-my-46-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6414296813876942425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6414296813876942425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-lent-guys-or-my-46-day.html' title='Here Comes Lent, Guys! or My 46-Day Challenge'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-4213170160589770609</id><published>2010-02-11T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:46:16.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie, My Minivan, and A Lack of Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--  @page { margin: 0.79in }  P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }  P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 100% } --&gt; &lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been thinking about an experience I had the other day. It's been refusing to leave my brain, so I'm going to inflict you with it. Sorry in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday morning I was going over to my friend Letia's for some me time and quilting&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was kinda cold and definitely rainy, so my minivan's tired wanted to slide every time I wasn't totally gentle with the brakes&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I parked in front of her apartment and got all of my stuff out of the car to carry in. As I did I noticed a guy walking down the middle of the street, looking a bit confused, pulling a bag-on-wheels&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; behind him. He asked if he could use my phone, so I let him. He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, smelled like cigarette smoke, and was very polite. As he talked to his friend on the phone it became apparent that he was lost and very far from where he was supposed to be. I couldn't help but think how awful that would be, since he'd be walking with his bag through the rain and apparently had been for quite a while already. He hung up and thanked me, handing back my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sounds like you've got a ways to go," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And suddenly I knew I had to offer. "Would you like a ride?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He looked pretty surprised. I was kinda surprised, too, to be honest. I didn't think I was going to do that until I did. It was one of those things where you suddenly know you need to help. Does that make sense? I had a really strong feeling about helping him, so I flew with it&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I called Justin to let him know what I was doing, shook hands with Charlie, and put his bag in the back. I unlocked his door and he opened it, just standing there for a second. He kind of patted himself down. "I don't have a gun or anything," he said, looking nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry," I said. "I've decided to trust you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that he got in and started thanking me profusely. He asked if he could turn on the heater, then offered to fill up my gas tank, explaining that he didn't have any cash to offer but he had his debit card. I told him not to worry about it. He asked if there was anything at the store I needed that he could get for me. I told him it was fine. Finally he sat back and we started talking. Almost immediately the topic landed on religion. I cleared up some stereotypes for him about the LDS Church. We had a good discussion about acceptance of people regardless of belief and respect for the agency of others to use their reason and figure out for themselves what they felt was true. It was a really good talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dropped him off where he needed to go&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we shook hands again, he thanked me, and I drove back to Letia's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now here's what I can't get out of my head: I know most people would not have offered to give him a ride. Most people would have cited something about how potentially dangerous the situation was as the reason for not even entertaining the idea of giving this guy a ride. But think about it -- people used to hitchhike all the time, and while bad things happened, they were few and far between&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6sym" name="sdfootnote6anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Most people in the world are good people. The risk is actually quite low, though it seems inflated because things like that get over-reported in the news and they stick in our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And here's where I hope I won't lose most of the people still siding with me: don't we have an obligation to our fellow human beings to provide what service we can? Are we not obligated by religion to offer help, sustenance, and succor to those who are in need? I think we are, and I think this situation qualifies. Christ did not exhort us to help others only when convenient. There was no clause about only helping as long as it's risk-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like to think that that act of kindness and the discussion we had helped change something for Charlie in a good way. I think it did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Woo  hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;I'm  starting to seriously hate cars. There's always something wrong with  them. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;For  some reason this phrase makes me think of fast food. What does  Burger King call kid's meals? Something with wheels in it? Maybe I'm  just thinking of Meals On Wheels. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;As  I'm apt to do. Great things can happen on the spur of the moment,  you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Which  was a couple of miles from where we started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote6"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6anc" name="sdfootnote6sym"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;As  far as I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-4213170160589770609?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4213170160589770609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlie-my-minivan-and-lack-of-arms.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4213170160589770609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/4213170160589770609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlie-my-minivan-and-lack-of-arms.html' title='Charlie, My Minivan, and A Lack of Arms'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-3823959096737890873</id><published>2010-02-06T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:38:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Energy Problem or My Secret Identity -- Mel, Actual Human Being!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, go read &lt;a href="http://www.empowher.com/news/herarticle/2009/08/27/things-i-took-granted-i-had-kids?page=0,0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That stuff is so true. Things like showering and running errands and just getting out of the house are so hard with kids. I think of all these fun things I could do, but it just doesn't feel worth the effort most of the time. I mean, by the time I've got the stroller out and muscled through our lousy screen door and I've got the kids fed, into clean diapers, wrapped up in warm clothes, and not screaming, I'm exhausted.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my kids. I love having a place to live and food in my house and a husband who brings home money. Bu what I really want and need on top of these things is ENERGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; And I don't have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I spend all day dozing off and feeling terrible. Every day. I've pinpointed a couple probable culprits for my constant lethargy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, I never get good sleep. Big surprise, right? I mean, I've got little kids, one of whom is a tiny baby. I don't see myself fixing this one anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second, I don't get enough sleep. This is extremely different from the first thing. I'm one of those cursed people who has always needed about ten hours a night to feel like a functional human being, and that's just not going to happen.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Third, I don't eat enough.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I kind of counted calories yesterday for the first time ever, and I didn't even eat enough for someone who's not nursing. I think this is the biggest culprit. I've just gotten used to being hungry. I think of it as normal. Because that list I linked to up there missed one -- eating. Yeah, she says eating warm food. I don't even get that far most of the time. It feels like too much effort to prepare anything to eat in the first place. I get up just long enough to make Atticus a sandwich or some cereal a lot of the time. And I don't even have to do that much work to feed Esme, thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, I'm going to eat more. Fruits and veggies if I can pull it off. Second, I'm going to use the energy it gives me to get more exercise, which should also help. Wish me luck! Let me know if you have suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Let's 	be honest: being exhausted is not something that only sets in after 	doing all those other things. I'm exhausted just sitting here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;I 	have too many other things to do after Atticus goes to bed. I'm like 	the swan princess -- after he's in bed I morph from Strung Out Mom 	into Mel, Actual Human Being. I need to keep that or I'll go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Justin's 	been saying this for years and I'm just now starting to really 	believe him. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-3823959096737890873?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3823959096737890873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-energy-problem-or-my-secret-identity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3823959096737890873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3823959096737890873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-energy-problem-or-my-secret-identity.html' title='My Energy Problem or My Secret Identity -- Mel, Actual Human Being!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-8949159503260441827</id><published>2010-02-04T12:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:37:03.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Esme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my birthday was awesome! I slept in some, helped Justin clean up some,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and had friends over for cake, ice cream, and chatting. I'm now officially mid twenties. Like, exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of you haven't seen me in a very long time and haven't met Esme.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For her real name, go check Facebook or e-mail me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2sq3YugWKI/AAAAAAAADSU/VMwO9VGb9bc/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2sq3YugWKI/AAAAAAAADSU/VMwO9VGb9bc/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She actually has two middle names -- one I picked and one that was traditional in Justin's family.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her second middle name is Marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2ssStjWXkI/AAAAAAAADSs/5BmnQutdioU/s1600-h/IMG_9288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2ssStjWXkI/AAAAAAAADSs/5BmnQutdioU/s320/IMG_9288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She was born with that hair, believe it or not. It was 1 3/4 inches at birth, and this picture was taken that same day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2sru3ZUeqI/AAAAAAAADSc/bV2oB526aU4/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2sru3ZUeqI/AAAAAAAADSc/bV2oB526aU4/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She was born with those gorgeous gray eyes, too, though they're hard to see well in pictures. We're crossing our fingers that they won't change. No naysaying, please -- I hear enough of it from perfect strangers. If I want to be hopeful, I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2ssFdDzcNI/AAAAAAAADSk/rAQTSHGzL3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2ssFdDzcNI/AAAAAAAADSk/rAQTSHGzL3Q/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's got the best smile ever, as I'm sure you can see.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's also been holding her head up since two months and standing from about the same time.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's actually a really easy, cheerful baby. I'm so glad! She also commonly sleeps for 6 hours or more at night -- something Atticus never did. I worry sometimes that I make her sound so much better than him, but she really is a much easier baby. I loved him lots, too, though.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6sym" name="sdfootnote6anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2supqcD4KI/AAAAAAAADS0/0zMwTo_ObqM/s1600-h/IMG_8399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2supqcD4KI/AAAAAAAADS0/0zMwTo_ObqM/s320/IMG_8399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In other good news, I've joined the Portland Modern Quilt Guild. I'm really excited to finally meet other quilters in the area! Plus, Elizabeth from Oh, Frannson! is in it! Could this possibly get better? Yes. If there were free fabric involved it would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And on the quilting note, I'm submitting Esme's quilt to a quilt show in March. It's going to be in Milwaukie and I'm pretty excited.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote7sym" name="sdfootnote7anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I expect everyone who lives near here to go see it. Call me and I'll come with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing. For those of you who have been in suspense over the root canal I mentioned, it went fine. So did the fillings I got today. My face is still half numb, though, so it's a good thing for me that you all can't see me. Just imagine that picture in the top left there. There you go. That's what I look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;And 	had a mini-fight. No birthday is complete without getting angry at 	your spouse and then making up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;I 	know it's important to be able to pronounce what you're reading even 	if it's in your head, and I know some of you probably don't know how 	to pronounce Esme. (I'm not talking to you, Nordquists.) It's 	ehz-may. If I were going to be super precise I would've used the 	accent mark, but here in America that would have been a curse. It's 	just a middle name, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;The 	compromise was that mine got to go first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;Though 	you could say it's a bit drooly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;With 	us helping in the balance department, of course. She's not THAT 	advanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote6"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6anc" name="sdfootnote6sym"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;And 	still do. Quit worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote7"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote7anc" name="sdfootnote7sym"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;And 	nervous. I'm not the best quilter and I think the quilting part 	looks terrible because my machine tension was flipping out. I'm 	secretly terrified that everyone will notice and think I'm a 	disgrace to quilters everywhere! I'll be shamed for life! Ahhhh! But 	I'm still submitting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-8949159503260441827?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8949159503260441827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-esme.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/8949159503260441827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/8949159503260441827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-esme.html' title='All about Esme'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2sq3YugWKI/AAAAAAAADSU/VMwO9VGb9bc/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-2494645257978646815</id><published>2010-02-01T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:31:42.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Buddha Soup In Best Broth! or Justin Amuses Woman With Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't have any pictures today, but that's probably for the best. I have a lot of ground to cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday I went to choir practice after church and it was awesome! It felt good to do something, to be a part of something, just because I wanted to. I realized that I just don't have enough things to do outside of Balloons Made Art and the kids. It was slowly driving me insane. Now that I'm quilting again and am in the choir at church I'm starting to feel a little more like a person with a purpose. The kids are a purpose, I know, but not one where I always feel very motivated or appreciated. You who have kids know what I mean here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today Justin took me out on a date for my birthday.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First we went to this Dim Sum place on Sandy. What we got was really good for the most part, but we didn't get the chicken feet on broccoli or the duck liver pudding or whatever. Sadly, we also passed on the Divine Buddha Soup In Best Broth&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but that may have been a mistake. We decided not to eat the really large fish in the tank next to the crabs, either. It looked lethargic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that we went over to Powell's for some sweet browsing. We nearly bought a calendar featuring Australia for two dollars but then thought better of it. We discovered that David Farland&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sometimes has the same illustrator as Robert Jordan.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The most exciting thing that happened was when we were fighting over who got to put the next nickel into the meter and Justin scrambled around me, slipped, and fell on his butt. In the rain. The lady walking by laughed at us.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sister watched the kids for us, which was super nice -- thanks, Xandie!&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6sym" name="sdfootnote6anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We had a really good time. Now I just have a root canal to look forward to in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Which 	is a little later this week, not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Don't 	quote me -- it was called something amazing like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Read: 	Dave Wolverton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote4"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;And 	all of these covers look hokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote5"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Like 	she's never done that. Okay, maybe she hasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote6"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote6anc" name="sdfootnote6sym"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;I'm 	using your real name because a) you're an adult, and b) you hate 	your middle name and probably don't want me sharing it with the 	world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-2494645257978646815?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2494645257978646815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/divine-buddha-soup-in-best-broth-or.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/2494645257978646815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/2494645257978646815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/02/divine-buddha-soup-in-best-broth-or.html' title='Divine Buddha Soup In Best Broth! or Justin Amuses Woman With Umbrella'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-8698061837800090104</id><published>2010-01-30T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:30:58.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Babies and Sweet Potatoes or The Good Things In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm having one of those rare and special moments right now in my house. It's quiet and peaceful and I don't have a headache. You guessed it -- Atticus isn't here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justin took him out to do errands and I'm home with Esme. It's awesome. I love it when he does this because I get to sit here and relax. The only downside is that sometimes my arm falls asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2S8CnzY41I/AAAAAAAADSE/pzsfLpp0Z80/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2S8CnzY41I/AAAAAAAADSE/pzsfLpp0Z80/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I could put her down, but she's just so precious I can't do it. I want to enjoy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also made one of my favorite things for lunch today. Here it is in all its glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2S8FUYTFFI/AAAAAAAADSM/EOZsvE9-oX4/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2S8FUYTFFI/AAAAAAAADSM/EOZsvE9-oX4/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justin's not a big fan of sweet potatoes.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This has a good side and a bad side. Good side -- they're all mine!&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bad side -- I don't go to the effort very often since it's mostly just for me. I can hear you. You're saying it's pathetic that I see that as effort. Well, you can just -- you -- well -- okay, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;By 	that I mean that he loathes them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;Unless 	Atticus gets back before I finish them all. And Esme gets some 	second hand, I suppose. No, not the way birds do it. You're gross 	for thinking that's what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-8698061837800090104?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8698061837800090104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-having-one-of-those-rare-and-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/8698061837800090104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/8698061837800090104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-having-one-of-those-rare-and-special.html' title='Sleeping Babies and Sweet Potatoes or The Good Things In Life'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2S8CnzY41I/AAAAAAAADSE/pzsfLpp0Z80/s72-c/IMG_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-6744369044555941444</id><published>2010-01-29T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:23:20.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummus, Bloodshed, and, Moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVVYXy5vI/AAAAAAAADRs/SkevQE_IAfU/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVVYXy5vI/AAAAAAAADRs/SkevQE_IAfU/s200/IMG_0779.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday Justin, completely of his own accord and with absolutely no prompting from me, cleaned out the fridge! This is not the first time. He's starting to make me look bad here. It's kind of weird -- I think I can actually see everything that's in there just by looking. Look at how beautiful it is in there! Also, notice my hummus. You can see I'm very snooty. Also, since Justin gets credit for cleaning out the expired stuff, he also gets the blame for not wiping out the fridge. Don't look too carefully at the bottom shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVZE8upaI/AAAAAAAADR0/dg3G3qbAIMk/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVZE8upaI/AAAAAAAADR0/dg3G3qbAIMk/s200/IMG_0777.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In other news, we finally got the paper cutter in the mail! By we I mean Balloons Made Art bought it for cutting business cards. It had great reviews on Amazon and now that we've used it we must agree -- it's pretty great. It obviously knows this, too. I mean, it's glowing red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've never seen a paper cutter with an aura before. This one looks like it's thinking about bloodshed. Good thing for us it's not the guillotine kind, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got out the fabric I'm using for my next quilt today. I know -- it's a little early. I'm excited. I've decided that I'm not doing a postage stamp wall hanging yet like I was planning -- that can be my &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to use these gorgeous fabrics for a sweet circle quilt like &lt;a href="http://www.cluckclucksew.com/2009/12/raw-edge-circle-quilt-tutorial.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. I'm nervous and really, really excited. I usually don't make quilts using only one line like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I kinda don't want to pick out fabric right now. I know. I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVgaxCICI/AAAAAAAADR8/QtbQ27B1z2U/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVgaxCICI/AAAAAAAADR8/QtbQ27B1z2U/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Though 	only on the box. I feel a little ripped off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;You 	know, for after I finish the project I'm working on currently and this one I'm talking about now. I'm 	not obsessed, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt;&lt;div class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Garden 	Inspirations by Moda -- I got two layer cakes off of Ebay forever 	ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-6744369044555941444?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6744369044555941444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/hummus-bloodshed-and-moda.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6744369044555941444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/6744369044555941444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/hummus-bloodshed-and-moda.html' title='Hummus, Bloodshed, and, Moda'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2OVVYXy5vI/AAAAAAAADRs/SkevQE_IAfU/s72-c/IMG_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-3951395292405040806</id><published>2010-01-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:02:16.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best day in a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P.sdfootnote { margin-left: 0.2in; text-indent: -0.2in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 10pt } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 		A.sdfootnoteanc { font-size: 57% } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Today has been a really excellent day for me! First, I got to go hang out with some friends and work on the quilt I posted anout yesterday -- two things I haven't done in months! It felt so good to just be with other adults I know and like without having to worry about being a parent. It felt so liberating!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I made a lot more progress on the quilts than I thought I would. I got all of the squares sewn and I hope to be able to press the seams tonight once Atticus is in bed.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll Wrap Esme up on my back and go. Speaking of ironing, I need to grab my board from Atticus' closet before he goes down.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After I got home I took the kids to the park and gave Justin a break.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was there a few friends from the neighborhood were there with their kids, so I got to spend even more time talking to adults! We stayed there for quite a while. It was cold, but with everyone bundled up it wasn't too bad. One nice thing about wearing Esme is that we get to share body heat that way.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This evening has been pretty good -- Atticus has been listening and Esme's been happy and/or sleeping most of the time. I was required to play the part of the red truck who was friends with the three-car-train&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for about an hour. Overall, this has been head and shoulders above probably every day since we moved here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I didn't take any pictures today, but here's one I like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2EMESY7CYI/AAAAAAAADRk/12AjuN-zdy8/s1600-h/IMG_8494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2EMESY7CYI/AAAAAAAADRk/12AjuN-zdy8/s320/IMG_8494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431635893380909442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote1"&gt; 	&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;25 	minutes and counting . . .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote2"&gt; 	&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;He'd 	had them for hours at that point and the pacifier was lost. Very 	rough. Turned out it was in the couch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sdfootnote3"&gt; 	&lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;Always 	an engaging and strenuous role.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923598985529242589-3951395292405040806?l=imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3951395292405040806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-day-in-long-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3951395292405040806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6923598985529242589/posts/default/3951395292405040806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectpursuit.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-day-in-long-time.html' title='My best day in a long time!'/><author><name>Conifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113425916616273134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfh2omyWP9I/TmQH1VCZlvI/AAAAAAAADX4/zRFqJ7q4hlU/s220/Conifer%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S2EMESY7CYI/AAAAAAAADRk/12AjuN-zdy8/s72-c/IMG_8494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923598985529242589.post-8662347102023974639</id><published>2010-01-26T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:43:58.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know where the refrigerator magnets have been disappearing to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I haven't done any quilting at all since Esme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote1anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; was born and it's been driving me crazy. I keep seeing really awesome projects online and they keep inspiring me to get my machine out and put the pedal to the carpet, but I haven't felt like I had the time. Now that a friend and I are getting together with no kids to hang out and do some sewing I finally had an excuse to work on something!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I really wanted to do was just to forget about all of my old projects and start something new.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote2anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't bring myself to do it, though -- I've got to finish off one of those UFOs. So I picked a quilt I started about three years ago -- the oldest one that I have still unfinished, as a matter of fact. It was supposed to be a queen size quilt for myself, but it's been hiding in the back of my close fort too long and I kinda don't like it anymore. Plus, I don't want to quilt something that big.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote3anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I decided to make it two lap quilts, front and back, instead. Here's what it looks like at this stage. I think I may have laid out the blocks a little wrong. Not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S1-jdpJVHvI/AAAAAAAADRU/QpFVFQY0FXw/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S1-jdpJVHvI/AAAAAAAADRU/QpFVFQY0FXw/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431239405288627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was from a pattern called Streak of Lightning that I found in a book. Unsurprisingly, it looked a lot better in the book.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote4anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote4sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To get an idea of what it should have looked like, see this quilt &lt;a href="http://image59.webshots.com/159/2/25/97/2948225970056981578uDOGnd_ph.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just really didn't have enough contrast between my lights and darks and I used several discount fabrics that I talked myself into and I ended up hating.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote5anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote5sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote6anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote6sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So wish me luck! I'm thinking I'll keep one and, if they turn out okay, I'll try to sell the other. I start work tomorrow, so hopefully I'll have some progress to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And one more thing: when I was taking pictures of the quilt, Atticus was desperate for me to photograph him as well.&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" name="sdfootnote7anc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote7sym"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here he is in all his unbridled glory. Do you still think he's astute and mysterious? Oh, and I know you're wondering -- that's a refrigerator letter magnet. I believe it's "L".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S1-jeBtZtTI/AAAAAAAADRc/A18qfLTV7f8/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Te2FFvGPGiE/S1-jeBtZtTI/AAAAAAAADRc/A18qfLTV7f8/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431239411882374450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote1" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote1sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote1anc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;Justin  was worried about using our kids' names on the internet, so I'll be  using their middle names. They sound even more mysterious and astute  this way, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote2" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote2sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote2anc"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;And  that's not a bad thing. It's pretty much required if you want to be  a quilter. It's like our secret handshake, but not at all. We don't  all ramble this much. Also, I just made all that up. I've only ever  been friends with one other quilter, so I have no idea what we as a  conglomerate are like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote3" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote3sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote3anc"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;That's  why my second-oldest quilt isn't finished. I mean, seriously. I only have a standard machine! You would hate it if you tried it, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote4" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote4sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote4anc"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;This  happens to me way, way too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote5" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote5sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote5anc"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;Like  that stupid lime green polka-dot one. Gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote6" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote6sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote6anc"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;Also,  that was a really long run on sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;" id="sdfootnote7" &gt;  &lt;p class="sdfootnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" name="sdfootnote7sym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6923598985529242589&amp;amp;pli=1#sdfootnote7anc"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;You  can't blame me that my pictures are lousy, by the way. These are  taken indoors under glaring light. 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