<?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-295823944879092337</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:35:37.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling June Cleaver</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3952788836835930255</id><published>2012-01-25T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:09:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting with Love and Laughter...</title><content type='html'>And the hope that one day in the near future I will be able to indulge in a large glass of wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you all thought I was lost at sea, or had gone mad, or just plain forgot how to type. Fear not, for I am here.&amp;nbsp; I have finally put down the head size maple glazed cinnamon roll* long enough to think up a new blog post!&amp;nbsp; I know your happy.&amp;nbsp; Now stop cheering and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;I hope my Doula** is not reading this but since she is my sister in law and huge fan of mine she most likely is...so in that case the head size maple glaze cinnamon roll has 40 grams of protein in it and is equivalent to 32 ounces of water.&amp;nbsp; My figures may be off a bit. And I only eat them while practicing my squat position or doing prenatal yoga.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there is truth in there somewhere.&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;i&gt;For those of you who don't know what a Doula is she's my labor couch, and birth class instructor. Since The Duke spent Ally's birth texting my progress to family members I decided I might need a bit more support this time around.&amp;nbsp; Here is her website for more info...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%09%20http://www.intrinsicbirthing.com"&gt;  http://www.intrinsicbirthing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the Astrix and on to the meat of the post.&amp;nbsp; Parenting with Love and Laughter. It's a parenting book.&amp;nbsp; It should be titled, Parenting with Love and Laughter, and a stocked Wine Rack.&amp;nbsp; Ally gives me plenty of reasons to love her, and lots of opportunity to laugh, both at her and with her.&amp;nbsp; Every day is a blessing, it truly is, but my goodness is every day a challenge too!&amp;nbsp; I've said it before, I'm saying it again.&amp;nbsp; Three is not an easy age.&amp;nbsp; I know there are some parents who say differently.&amp;nbsp; They are lying.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's my hormones.&amp;nbsp; In the course of 5 minutes I can go from yelling, to crying because I yelled, to showering my little turd with kisses. Pretty sure she thinks I'm a lunatic.&amp;nbsp; I know alcohol is not the answer, but oh how it would be a perfect end to a very long day if I could have just one bottle, I mean, glass of wine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy Duke is due in 2 months.&amp;nbsp; And I know that in two months things are just going to get easier. Ally will suddenly start to listen better, be a great helper, sleep without fuss or fight, and the whining will automatically stop.&amp;nbsp; The baby will sleep through the night from day one and will be perfectly happy and healthy.&amp;nbsp; And if I believe any of this then I truly am a lunatic.&amp;nbsp; Truth is&amp;nbsp; I know things are not going to get easier, but it is those moments of love and laughter that get me through the moments when I want to scream. Or run far far away and join a traveling circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...I'm gearing up for a natural birth, but I wonder if an IV drip of red wine is acceptable?&amp;nbsp; Red wine because it's better for your heart.&amp;nbsp; See, I'm health conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fymhdCfBF7o/TyAxMA0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uMljQEveFqI/s1600/0116121208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fymhdCfBF7o/TyAxMA0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uMljQEveFqI/s320/0116121208.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of those moments of extreme love and laughter!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3952788836835930255?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3952788836835930255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2012/01/parenting-with-love-and-laughter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3952788836835930255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3952788836835930255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2012/01/parenting-with-love-and-laughter.html' title='Parenting with Love and Laughter...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fymhdCfBF7o/TyAxMA0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uMljQEveFqI/s72-c/0116121208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3459328832237098568</id><published>2011-11-29T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:52:57.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying...</title><content type='html'>Being sick stinks.&amp;nbsp; Being sick while pregnant stinks even more.&amp;nbsp; I never realized that I was addicted to NyQuil when I had a cold until I couldn't have it, And tylenol just isn't doing the job.&amp;nbsp; This is what my nightstand looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkYundGyR4k/TtT6v3WKRmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/S7mwM91JXFY/s1600/Fall+2011+215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkYundGyR4k/TtT6v3WKRmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/S7mwM91JXFY/s320/Fall+2011+215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cleaned up the snotty kleenex for the picture.&amp;nbsp; I ran out of kleenex at 2:35 this morning. I wept. Toilet paper is not soft like kleenex.&amp;nbsp; I've had the jar of Vicks Vapor Rub for 10 years.&amp;nbsp; Not kidding. It's moved with me 3 or 4 times.&amp;nbsp; The Bible is for when I'm awake at 2am and praying to God that he will clear my nose and let me sleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a few randoms...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you have a nice big glass of ice water and a clean shirt on, you take a drink and the ice gets in the way and makes the water splash all over your nice clean shirt.&amp;nbsp; I hate that. I hate it even more when the water is replaced with pop and the clean shirt is white. Man that really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate when I realize I have eaten the entire fun size pack of 3 Musketeers bars I just bought yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize I'm pregnant and the baby is hungry and craving chocolate so it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT hate this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTa1_zSF-iM/TtT8BjGQ5FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hcB6WyIHYms/s1600/Fall+2011+196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTa1_zSF-iM/TtT8BjGQ5FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hcB6WyIHYms/s320/Fall+2011+196.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby teaching my baby to use a laptop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Or this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7Rj-QDH718/TtT8Ysk1S5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nqFbZsMUORY/s1600/Fall+2011+211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7Rj-QDH718/TtT8Ysk1S5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nqFbZsMUORY/s320/Fall+2011+211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daddy (yes, I still call him daddy) and my baby at Disney on Ice.&amp;nbsp; She loves her Papa, and oh does her Papa love her!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Final thought... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to have my mother in law pick up Ally tonight so I can surprise The Duke with a romantic evening, just the two of us.&amp;nbsp; Let your minds wonder where they will.&amp;nbsp; Since our nights have been filled with sweatpants (me), tv, and a demanding but loveable 3 year old I thought we could use some time alone.&amp;nbsp; I want to look pretty when he comes home from work, but being sick I will actually probably look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnI97gQ6wpQ/TtT936WCBLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DGmvn7UD-aw/s1600/thumbnail.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnI97gQ6wpQ/TtT936WCBLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DGmvn7UD-aw/s1600/thumbnail.aspx" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At least I have better hair than this lady.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the red nose will be accurate.&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping for a good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you on the flip side :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3459328832237098568?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3459328832237098568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3459328832237098568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3459328832237098568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-saying.html' title='Just saying...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkYundGyR4k/TtT6v3WKRmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/S7mwM91JXFY/s72-c/Fall+2011+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6987157972712529645</id><published>2011-11-22T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:08:52.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things that make me smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSF1sIaDYHQ/TsvCZqoPaPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/18TsModW9PQ/s1600/Fall+2011+188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSF1sIaDYHQ/TsvCZqoPaPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/18TsModW9PQ/s320/Fall+2011+188.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burlap makes a pretty nice wreath, who would have thought.&amp;nbsp; I made this one up yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I would like to experiment with different bows and such.&amp;nbsp; The Duke thinks I should sell them...any takers?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DAwO1Yp6V0/TsvCeHqGeGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yI18czmYVZE/s1600/Fall+2011+189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DAwO1Yp6V0/TsvCeHqGeGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yI18czmYVZE/s320/Fall+2011+189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiny little glue gun and abnormally large glue stick.&amp;nbsp; It just makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp; I'm probably the only one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TQqO_TPp7o/TsvCG-KWfnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VKHO4XFrJxA/s1600/Fall+2011+190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TQqO_TPp7o/TsvCG-KWfnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VKHO4XFrJxA/s320/Fall+2011+190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby clothes, baby bedding, baby decor. I'm obsessed with baby stuff.&amp;nbsp; I have purchased enough clothes to last him until his 16th birthday.&amp;nbsp; All on sale of course.&amp;nbsp; The pile is starting to take over the room, yet I can't seem to talk The Duke into getting the room ready yet.&amp;nbsp; Does he not know the baby will be here in 17 weeks!&amp;nbsp; Let's get the ball rolling dude!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBBXxu2kaU8/TsvCSncHLzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GTKrRXP_hvQ/s1600/Fall+2011+185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBBXxu2kaU8/TsvCSncHLzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GTKrRXP_hvQ/s320/Fall+2011+185.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ally had a sleepover last week, which was all fun and games until the actual sleep part.&amp;nbsp; Here she is with her buddy Harper. They are so stinking cute together. Right after this picture Ally tried to steal Harper's doll, but let's savor the innocence for a moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro0GvykNJR0/TsvCHp9rKlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ZkCMop3VVU/s1600/Ally+snow+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro0GvykNJR0/TsvCHp9rKlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ZkCMop3VVU/s320/Ally+snow+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first snow of the year was a welcome surprise in our house!&amp;nbsp; Ally was ready to play outside at 7am, so we bundled up and headed out.&amp;nbsp; This is her first snowman, she was hugging him and talking to him.&amp;nbsp; It was not fun when she looked outside later in the afternoon and he had melted.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully there won't be therapy in her future.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls9se3pUd4c/TsvCJyjwyfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Unc1IrwMFRA/s1600/Fall+2011+178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ls9se3pUd4c/TsvCJyjwyfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Unc1IrwMFRA/s320/Fall+2011+178.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ally playing dead.&amp;nbsp; She's actually trying to make a snow angel, but the snow was too hard and wet.&amp;nbsp; She could have laid there all day if I let her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6987157972712529645?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6987157972712529645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-few-things-that-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6987157972712529645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6987157972712529645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-few-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Just a few things that make me smile...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSF1sIaDYHQ/TsvCZqoPaPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/18TsModW9PQ/s72-c/Fall+2011+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-4052061795545388718</id><published>2011-11-17T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:20:03.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions - We all have them</title><content type='html'>Most of my favorite traditions center around my family during Thanksgiving and Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving night us Wandell's would start our countdown to Christmas with our first Christmas movie of the season...Holiday Inn.&amp;nbsp; It is not a movie about the popular hotel chain. It's a wonderful black and white movie with Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire.&amp;nbsp; Most of our holiday movies include Bing Crosby.&amp;nbsp; The first time The Duke watched this movie with us, he admited to me he didn't understand why we would all laugh at spots he didn't think were funny.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't get it, and for that reason he is now excluded from our family tradition.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding.&amp;nbsp; The day after Thanksgiving we set up the Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; Always colored lights, never white.&amp;nbsp; And always and angel on top and not a star.&amp;nbsp; Changing any of this would greatly alter the universe.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve up until I started my own family was always the same, we watch a Christmas movie, usually A Christmas Carol, read Luke 2: 1-15 in the Bible, the story of the birth of Jesus, then my dad reads The Night Before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; When we were little we left milk and cookies, until my dad told us that Santa really likes beer and cheese, then we started leaving that.&amp;nbsp; When my Papa Bill (my mom's dad) was still alive, he and his wife Tiny (that's what we call her) would come over Christmas morning (early, my brother and I would wake between 2 and 5am, depending on the year) and watch us open our presents and have breakfast with us.&amp;nbsp; Breakfast was and still is the same...sausage strata and monkey bread.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that my parents started these wonderful traditions that we still cherish to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a family of my own, it has been bittersweet to leave those traditions with my family and start new ones.&amp;nbsp; With the blending of families we now have our own way of spending the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve is now spent going to church with The Duke's family, opening our gifts and eating oyster stew and soup and enjoying their company.&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to convince my wonderful Father in law to read The Night Before Christmas, he's caving in.&amp;nbsp; The Duke, Ally and I then return home, set out our milk and cookies then head to bed.&amp;nbsp; Christmas morning is spent at home opening gifts then we hustle off to spend Christmas day with my parents.&amp;nbsp; We get there in time for brunch, which is still sausage strata and monkey bread.&amp;nbsp; Sausage strata and monkey bread are so good...but for some reason we only have it one time a year.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's what makes it so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tradition I am starting with Ally this year is a fun idea I found on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Each year, starting at age 3, I will ask her the same 20 questions and see how her answers change.&amp;nbsp; Here are the results from the first session!&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/-9yV0tf4Z770/TsVns6B5JnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mX0QnorxkJo/s1600/Fall+2011+171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yV0tf4Z770/TsVns6B5JnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mX0QnorxkJo/s320/Fall+2011+171.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite color? &lt;i&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite toy? &lt;i&gt;baby doll with the nightgown &lt;b&gt;(she saw this in a catalog and won't stop talking about it)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite fruit? &lt;i&gt;cheese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite tv show? &lt;i&gt;magic school bus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? &lt;i&gt;hot dog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite outfit? &lt;i&gt;pink heart shirt &lt;b&gt;(she was wearing it at the time)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite game? &lt;i&gt;animal game &lt;b&gt;(no idea what this game is)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite snack? &lt;i&gt;hot dog and cheese curls &lt;b&gt;(what she was eating for lunch)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite animal? &lt;i&gt;all of them &lt;b&gt;(animal lover apparently)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite song? &lt;i&gt;Zippity Do Da&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite book? &lt;i&gt;Cat in the Hat book from the library&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(my least favorite book at the moment)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is your best friend? &lt;i&gt;Seth and Kara &lt;b&gt;(I'm a little sad she didn't say mommy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite cereal? &lt;i&gt;"I don't know mommy, I don't eat cereal"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(got me there)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite thing to do outside? &lt;i&gt;"ride my bike, swing, play"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite drink? &lt;i&gt;milk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday? &lt;i&gt;"When Santa comes and brings me toys" &lt;b&gt;(She must be referring to Christmas)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you like to take to bed with you at night? &lt;i&gt;"my bedtime baby that Grandma got me" &lt;b&gt;(she's never slept with it)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? &lt;i&gt;"oatmeal and sausage and eggs"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want for dinner on your birthday? &lt;i&gt;"birthday cake" &lt;b&gt;(duh)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;i&gt;" a snowman and a helicopter"&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;(I can't make this stuff up)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun this will be!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="colorlight" id="PinOrigin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="colorless" href="http://pinterest.com/korinal/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-4052061795545388718?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4052061795545388718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/traditions-we-all-have-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4052061795545388718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4052061795545388718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/traditions-we-all-have-them.html' title='Traditions - We all have them'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yV0tf4Z770/TsVns6B5JnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mX0QnorxkJo/s72-c/Fall+2011+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-5442547016602335197</id><published>2011-11-15T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:51:03.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>Ouch!&amp;nbsp; Logging into my blog today the words...last post Oct 31st really stood out.&amp;nbsp; It's November 15. I didn't realize I had neglected my plethora of readers for that long! My deepest condolences.&amp;nbsp; I feel like using big words today.&amp;nbsp; The Duke sometimes makes fun of me for the words I use.&amp;nbsp; For example, the word pallet.&amp;nbsp; Some of you might only think of this as a wooden structure that you sit stuff on or use to move stuff with a forklift.&amp;nbsp; But the word pallet has a whole other meaning as well, get ready for it....it can also mean a small bed on the floor! This is exciting new information for some of you.&amp;nbsp; I use this word often.&amp;nbsp; "Ally, should we make a pallet on the floor to watch a movie?"&amp;nbsp; Or for unwanted guests, rather than offering them a bed to sleep on in your house, you could offer to make them a pallet on the floor.&amp;nbsp; The first time I used this word amongst my non-Missouri friends or relatives, I was laughed at.&amp;nbsp; But it is a word, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word I get made fun of for using is woller.&amp;nbsp; I admit, it is not actually in the dictionary, but it is used quite often by my family.&amp;nbsp; It means (in our vocabulary) to wiggle around, or not stop moving.&amp;nbsp; I'll use it in a sentence, "Ally stop wollering on me and sit still!"&amp;nbsp; It has greater effect than actually saying, stop wiggling or moving around so much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite is cattywampus.&amp;nbsp; It's a fun word that means not straight, or out of order.&amp;nbsp; I taught Ally this word, now its fun to hear her say her shirt is cattywampus, or if her shoes are on the wrong feet they are cattywampus.&amp;nbsp; Her teacher must love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are fun. Unless they hurt. Then they are not fun.&amp;nbsp; Choose your words wisely :)&amp;nbsp; Lesson for today over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more exciting Duke news...we found out we will be welcoming a baby boy come March!&amp;nbsp; We are super excited!&amp;nbsp; I've been busy buying boy clothes, shoes and blankets. I even have the crib bedding and paint all ready to be set up.&amp;nbsp; The Duke tells me we have to wait until after the Holidays to get the room ready.&amp;nbsp; He's always spoiling my fun.&amp;nbsp; I am a tid bit nervous about having a boy.&amp;nbsp; They are rough and destructive.&amp;nbsp; I like things clean and organized.&amp;nbsp; And they have these things that spray urine everywhere if not covered correctly.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how to handle this.&amp;nbsp; But I think if we had another girl I would have become an alcoholic, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my peeps, hopefully it won't be another 2+ weeks before my words grace your eyes again.&amp;nbsp; Until that time comes, keep on keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-5442547016602335197?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5442547016602335197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/ouch-logging-into-my-blog-today-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5442547016602335197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5442547016602335197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/11/ouch-logging-into-my-blog-today-words.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6383169044791775408</id><published>2011-10-31T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:22:41.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gentle Reminder</title><content type='html'>There are people in our lives that we consider hopeless. Those who are the way they are and they will never change.&amp;nbsp; Some are gossipers, some are addicts, some are unbelievers, some we may even consider to be our enemies, or unworthy and unaffected.&amp;nbsp; I know I have thought this from time to time about people.&amp;nbsp; Why won't he do this, or why is she like that.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it would just be easier to cut these people from our lives than to waste our time and energy on someone who will not change.&amp;nbsp; But sitting in church yesterday I got a gentle nudge from God.&amp;nbsp; I should PRAY for that person.&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; I should use my time with God to pray for someone else?&amp;nbsp; Someone who most certainly isn't praying for me.&amp;nbsp; Someone who probably doesn't even want me to be praying for them.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; Those are the people who need it the most.&amp;nbsp; Because that person who seems unworthy, and prideful, or who claims they don't believe are the ones that need our prayers the most. The one most important thing I took away from church yesterday is that God has a vested interest in EVERY SINGLE PERSON on this earth.&amp;nbsp; HE created them.&amp;nbsp; So why should I decide that someone is not worthy of being prayed for just because I do not agree with their decisions or how they live their life?&amp;nbsp; I don't know where I would be right now if I didn't have people praying for me.&amp;nbsp; So the next time I have a conflict with a friend, or am resentful towards my husband (it happens, I'm human) I won't be so quick to write them off as I so often do.&amp;nbsp; We can't know they power of prayer until we use prayer to see changes. Remember, God is good. God is always listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; I'm not preaching just felt compelled to share this message.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a perfect Christian or perfect at praying and most definitely not a perfect person!&amp;nbsp; But little reminders like this make me feel blessed for the things I have, blessed for the people in my life and hopeful for the things to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6383169044791775408?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6383169044791775408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/gentle-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6383169044791775408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6383169044791775408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/gentle-reminder.html' title='A Gentle Reminder'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3851143257088572295</id><published>2011-10-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:37:17.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portabella Pumpkin Pasta</title><content type='html'>True or False - The Duke loves pasta dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False - The Duke loves dishes that do not involve meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False - The Duke loves it when I experiment with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to all of the above is...FALSE.&amp;nbsp; The Duke would prefer to not have pasta for dinner. Ever. The Duke considers a meal incomplete if meat is not involved.&amp;nbsp; Grilled meat is even better.&amp;nbsp; And The Duke gets nervous when I try new things with his food.&amp;nbsp; But because I'm growing a human inside of me, I do the shopping, and the cooking, and because I love pasta and despise meat right now, The Duke didn't have much of a say in dinner last night.&amp;nbsp; I decided to grab a few items out of the pantry and experiment.&amp;nbsp; Here are the few items. Four to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xqSOC_gP44/TpSJasl-5uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa7E-LghzWU/s1600/1010111604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xqSOC_gP44/TpSJasl-5uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa7E-LghzWU/s320/1010111604.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;Portabella mushrooms, angel hair pasta, mushroom Alfredo sauce, and canned pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Yes, because it's Fall, I do have to include pumpkin in everything.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Start a pot of water to boil the pasta.&amp;nbsp; While it's heating up wash and slice the Portabella mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; Melt 2 TBS of butter in a skillet, add the mushrooms and saute on medium high heat until soft. Add the Alfredo sauce to the skillet with the sauteed mushrooms over medium low heat. Add 1/2 cup canned pumpkin to the sauce and combine.&amp;nbsp; Cook until it starts to bubble, reduce heat to low. Add 1 tsp cinnamon and black pepper to taste.&amp;nbsp; Once water is boiling add salt and pasta, I used 1/2 pound.&amp;nbsp; Cook until done and drain the water. DO NOT combine the sauce and pasta, it makes it sticky and thick. No One likes sticky thick pasta. No one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tasted wonderful!&amp;nbsp; The Duke even liked it.&amp;nbsp; Only thing he said he would do differently is make the Alfredo sauce from scratch.&amp;nbsp; Maybe in another life.&amp;nbsp; I hope you try this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there is no picture, once again, my hunger got the best of me and I couldn't get to the camera in time before I was shoveling it into my mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3851143257088572295?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3851143257088572295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/portabella-pumpkin-pasta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3851143257088572295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3851143257088572295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/portabella-pumpkin-pasta.html' title='Portabella Pumpkin Pasta'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xqSOC_gP44/TpSJasl-5uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa7E-LghzWU/s72-c/1010111604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-2201916094157931087</id><published>2011-10-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:08:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things I've Realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I've had some realizations the past week that I feel compelled to share...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing there was a stop sign at that school crossing AS the cop is pulling you over is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing someone else run the same stop sign a few days later will make you feel less like an idiot for running said stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing there was no cop around to witness THAT person running said stop sign will only make you mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5 dollar footlongs from Subway are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, mayo, mustard, lettuce and onion on Texas Toast is awesome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cheese sandwiches are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much anything between two slices of bread that involves cheese, is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to realize I don't know if the words Texas Toast should be capitalized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I will Ally to take a nap does not mean she will take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being angry about Ally not taking a nap only results in one thing, me being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing with a 3 year old really isn't productive and makes me in turn sound like a 3 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing with a dog just makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Band music makes me incredibly happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my girlfriends. They make me happier than Big Band music. Which is incredibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have some pretty amazing girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duke really does look like Tim McGraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't yet shared with my readers that I am now referring to Jon (husband) as The Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that just because it's Fall doesn't mean I have to consume all things pumpkin and apple.&amp;nbsp; Tell that to the pumpkin bread in my pantry, pumpkin cream cheese in my fridge, pumpkin spice latte on my mind, and apple butter on my toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I like pumpkin and apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally looks really cute running around in her Dora underwear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realize she will before I know it and want it to happen be too old to wear Dora underwear, and run around with no pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duke could grill out every single night of his life no matter how many casseroles and pasta dishes I try to make him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had more realizations but I'm now realizing I have forgotten most of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-2201916094157931087?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/2201916094157931087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-things-ive-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/2201916094157931087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/2201916094157931087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-things-ive-realized.html' title='A Few Things I&apos;ve Realized'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3322673653400030724</id><published>2011-09-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:50:17.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 3 year old Master Manipulator</title><content type='html'>I have in my possession one very smart little girl.&amp;nbsp; I would never have imagined that someone at the tender age of 3 could know how to challenge a usually brilliant (me) adult.&amp;nbsp; But she does.&amp;nbsp; It happens every day.&amp;nbsp; The clock strikes 12:30pm and it's nap time in the Duke house.&amp;nbsp; Has been this way for the past year.&amp;nbsp; Something else happens at 12:30pm.&amp;nbsp; This beautiful little girl...&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/-TlCjVezpqRw/ToS9o-59TwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o0lySuervyE/s1600/New+2011+Summer+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlCjVezpqRw/ToS9o-59TwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o0lySuervyE/s320/New+2011+Summer+129.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flips a switch and starts plotting.&amp;nbsp; "What's it going to be today?" she asks herself.&amp;nbsp; "Should I claim I have to pee and sit on the potty chair for 30 minutes, and when mom asks me if I really do have to pee, I say yes and squint my eyes and pretend to squeeze the pee out"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only she doesn't have to pee.&amp;nbsp; She is trying to get out of nap time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or should I pee right away, have mom put me in bed, then claim I have to pee again 5 minutes later so I can get out of bed, then sit on the potty chair for 30 minutes claiming I really do have to pee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for it every time.&amp;nbsp; I am terrified of pee covered sheets apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or should I have mom cover me up, read me a story, then when she leans in for a kiss, turn my head.&amp;nbsp; She'll walk out and claim she won't come back.&amp;nbsp; Then I'll cry that I want a kiss once she sits down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or&amp;nbsp; will it be the old standby, Mom covers me up and walks out the door, I kick the covers off and scream for her to come back and cover me up. 3 times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to admit that I go back and cover her up. 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, today I think it will be all of the above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually all of the above.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child is a genius.&amp;nbsp; And I have created a monster.&amp;nbsp; But a cute monster.&amp;nbsp; I think I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3322673653400030724?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3322673653400030724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-year-old-master-manipulator.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3322673653400030724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3322673653400030724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-year-old-master-manipulator.html' title='A 3 year old Master Manipulator'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlCjVezpqRw/ToS9o-59TwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/o0lySuervyE/s72-c/New+2011+Summer+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3380195705396235319</id><published>2011-09-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:14:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Buckets of Energy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;is raining down on me!&amp;nbsp; I'm entering the second trimester. The good trimester. The little less stress filled trimester.&amp;nbsp; Bucket loads of glorious sun filled energy has been poured on me and I couldn't be happier! My butt is no longer glued to the couch, I get dressed most days of the week and my appetite has slowly began to resurface.&amp;nbsp; Hallelujah, Praise the Lord.&amp;nbsp; No really, praise Him.&amp;nbsp; With this new found energy has also come my absolute favorite time of the year. FALL!&amp;nbsp; Fall has puked all over my house in the form of fake leaves, pumpkins, tiny gourds and wreaths (I copied my friend Crissy's wreath, find the how to on her site &lt;a href="http://smothersfaminnc.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-fall-means-to-me.html?spref=fb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&amp;nbsp; Football is once again gracing my television (that's right, I watch and LOVE football. Born a Chiefs fan, Vikings fan by marriage, and it is once again a Cyclone state!)&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&amp;nbsp; Who doesn't love this time of year?&amp;nbsp; The 100+ degree days give way to 60 degree temps, cool Autumn breezes, pumpkin spice fill the air and our coffee cups, Columbus Day and Halloween are upon us.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it's a wonderful time of year!&amp;nbsp; I snapped a few shots of the house showcasing my love for all things Fall.&amp;nbsp; And you must know, I am not against decorating with fake sparkly leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pPvsVeOiTE/TnD4a67i0-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AIDipbrXcb4/s1600/Fall+2011+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pPvsVeOiTE/TnD4a67i0-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AIDipbrXcb4/s320/Fall+2011+068.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old ladder back chair found at a garage sale for $5!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZFc-dBAoJQ/TnD4eFFGqEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yDE0eIbOp4E/s1600/Fall+2011+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZFc-dBAoJQ/TnD4eFFGqEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yDE0eIbOp4E/s320/Fall+2011+064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year The Duke and I kicked off our season with a little vacation to North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; If there is one place in the country that I can totally picture myself living in it's the Great Smokey Mountains. God's work at it's best.&amp;nbsp; Such breathtaking beauty, even through overcast skies.&amp;nbsp; North Carolina is wonderful. The tea is sweet, the eggs are fried, and breakfast is served with grits and corn beef hash. Yes I think I've found paradise.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention we have some amazing friends who choose to dwell there.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pics from our fantastic getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrVM8nm423E/TnD41kLz2kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VCccMTn77AE/s1600/Fall+2011+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrVM8nm423E/TnD41kLz2kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VCccMTn77AE/s320/Fall+2011+019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving into the beauty...even with clouds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOESdpVt8DU/TnD44mO1XOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pPLnaAtGbh0/s1600/Fall+2011+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOESdpVt8DU/TnD44mO1XOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pPLnaAtGbh0/s320/Fall+2011+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My future home. White house in a clearing complete with horses. SOLD!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-Z3o_JF2Tw/TnD6gDPuXUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OSQ1_6YlAQo/s1600/Fall+2011+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-Z3o_JF2Tw/TnD6gDPuXUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OSQ1_6YlAQo/s320/Fall+2011+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun peeked out long enough to break out the shades&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0Vqs7T7Hyc/TnD4_voC7JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CRUTVlVsGsE/s1600/Fall+2011+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0Vqs7T7Hyc/TnD4_voC7JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CRUTVlVsGsE/s320/Fall+2011+050.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that could make this prettier was if the leaves were turning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niLeJDybbs8/TnD5EiDH-mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4OwudqqJiMc/s1600/Fall+2011+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niLeJDybbs8/TnD5EiDH-mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4OwudqqJiMc/s320/Fall+2011+057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I hike, in ballet flats&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zge94uz0wjU/TnD5H6ttC-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/qag3Uuh0HFI/s1600/Fall+2011+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zge94uz0wjU/TnD5H6ttC-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/qag3Uuh0HFI/s320/Fall+2011+060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Crissy!&amp;nbsp; Such an amazing person and great friend. Only wish they lived closer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also back to whipping up culinary delights in the kitchen!&amp;nbsp; I found a list in one of my Rachael Ray cookbooks of things you should always have on hand in your pantry or freezer.&amp;nbsp; So this week at the store I stocked up on these items and along with a few meat purchases have found it incredibly fun and easy to create meals!&amp;nbsp; Here is a link to the list so you too can create!&amp;nbsp; Most of this stuff I already had on hand, such as spices, can goods, etc.&amp;nbsp; The rest is stuff you can get lots of use out of and is not too expensive to buy.&amp;nbsp; Great tool to make meal time easier. &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelray.com/article.php?article_id=44"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are entertaining friends and on the menu is this Pioneer Woman recipe.&amp;nbsp; I had everything on hand to make it thanks to the above list.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to give it a try!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/main-courses/pasta-with-roasted-red-pepper-sauce/?print=1/#"&gt;YUMMY IN MY TUMMY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great friend Monica is a vegetarian so she and I will be enjoying this dish as is. I will of course have to cook up some Italian sausage for our carnivore husbands to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the fabulous Pioneer Woman, while in North Carolina, my wonderful friend Crissy taped her new show on the Food Network (since we do not have cable, it's a life choice.)&amp;nbsp; She is every bit as cute on TV as she is in her blogs. Solidifying the fact that we would indeed be friends if this where another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my beautiful sister in law Jacquelyn bought me a copy of Pioneer Woman's book...Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to dive in and tell you all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to eat a pickle and start reading. Until next time party people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing this in cause she is so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaFDaqMUb8w/TnD87SgfuCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zPW9sPt0hLM/s1600/Fall+2011+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaFDaqMUb8w/TnD87SgfuCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zPW9sPt0hLM/s320/Fall+2011+013.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair a little wild and shirtless. Just perfect to me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3380195705396235319?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3380195705396235319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-buckets-of-energy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3380195705396235319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3380195705396235319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-buckets-of-energy.html' title='Holy Buckets of Energy...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pPvsVeOiTE/TnD4a67i0-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/AIDipbrXcb4/s72-c/Fall+2011+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-5179713181750713493</id><published>2011-08-31T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:34:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..this entry will not make you think in any way. It will not solve the debt crisis, world hunger, or affect you in any certain way.&amp;nbsp; This is just a pregnant chic talking about food.&amp;nbsp; Lives will not be changed. Carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about pregnancy is it has given me some odd cravings.&amp;nbsp; No I'm not sitting around eating pickles and ice cream, but I am finding myself wanting to consume things I don't normally reach for in the refrigerator or pantry.&amp;nbsp; Here is a short list of the food I have been shoveling into my mouth in the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Olives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Salty little buggers.&amp;nbsp; I've practically eaten an entire jar in a 2 days.&amp;nbsp; Ally, being an avid black olive lover, reached for the jar yesterday saying she wanted one and I about took out my 3 year old.&amp;nbsp; Mine. Stay away.&amp;nbsp; Luckily they didn't appeal to her taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pickles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Not just any pickle. Must be dill and baby.&amp;nbsp; The smaller the better. The smaller ones crunch.&amp;nbsp; I might drink the juice when the jar is empty.&amp;nbsp; Don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Southern Heat Barbecue Lays potato chips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; This exact kind.&amp;nbsp; I don't want barbecue sauce on meat.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I could be a vegetarian during pregnancy. I want it on crunchy, salty fried potatoes.&amp;nbsp; I'm sensing a theme here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Don't worry. I haven't given into this craving.&amp;nbsp; It's no secret I am a wine lover.&amp;nbsp; And now that Autumn is upon us (with the exception of a few 90 degree days left) and it's about to be grape harvesting time my mouth is literally drying out at the thought of not having a glass of vino.&amp;nbsp; But I have found an alternative.&amp;nbsp; Sparkling grape juice.&amp;nbsp; My wine club friends are laughing hysterically.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the thought of going 9 months without a wine glass in my hand is too much so I bought a bottle of Sparkling Catawba.&amp;nbsp; Not bad.&amp;nbsp; There are a few other variates available.&amp;nbsp; It's close enough to bad wine to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cereal.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; Normally I don't really eat the stuff. And when I do it's dry as a little snack. Lately a huge bowl with ice cold milk sounds simply divine at 2am when I'm up for the 2nd time of the night peeing.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why my brain goes to food while I'm using the restroom, but hey, I'm a little crazy lately.&amp;nbsp; One thing though.&amp;nbsp; I do not drink the milk.&amp;nbsp; I have never liked milk.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I didn't even drink it when I was a baby. Don't quote me on that.&amp;nbsp; I just like it for the wet factor on my dry Fiber Choice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Apple slices, apple pie, apple crisp, apple butter, baked apples, applesauce, apple syrup, apple slush, apple juice, and so on. Yum.&amp;nbsp; Here is an easy recipe for Apple Syrup.&amp;nbsp; Delish with my pancake recipe.&amp;nbsp; Find it in the recipe section of this very blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apple Syrup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 tart apples, peeled, cored, and diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 TBS Cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 TBS Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Put all ingredients into a pot and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer for 10 minutes or until mixture is thickened and syrupy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Would be good on ice cream too, but since I'm not craving that at the moment, I wouldn't know for sure.&amp;nbsp; Dare you to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cold Turkey.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; Not the lunch meat, but the kind you can only get from roasting a whole bird and carving it up.&amp;nbsp; I made a whole turkey breast last week for dinner just for the leftovers.&amp;nbsp; Lots of mayo, white bread and lettuce.&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving will be wonderful this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cucumbers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Have you ever noticed how lovely they smell?&amp;nbsp; I made this recipe up today to satisfy this craving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cucumbers and Onions&lt;/u&gt; - This couldn't be any easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 cucumbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 cups of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 cup of white vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I snapped a pic of what you will need, for those who are visual&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/-phaIIRMLUBQ/Tl6S8DTw8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bVtOA7Hd7TI/s1600/New+2011+Summer+137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phaIIRMLUBQ/Tl6S8DTw8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bVtOA7Hd7TI/s320/New+2011+Summer+137.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Pour water, vinegar and sugar into a pot and bring this mixture to a boil, set aside.&amp;nbsp; Wash, peel and slice cucumbers, place in bowl.&amp;nbsp; Slice onion.&amp;nbsp; Here's a trick to make sure an onion doesn't make you cry, cut it end to end, like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIGxzWkqdQU/Tl6TCULSO0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/v5rJCwmQVRc/s1600/New+2011+Summer+139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIGxzWkqdQU/Tl6TCULSO0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/v5rJCwmQVRc/s320/New+2011+Summer+139.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it doesn't work for you, this tip came from Rachael Ray. If it does work, it came from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Place onion slices in bowl with cucumbers, give them a little toss, a chance to mingle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfoJiQa0cfU/Tl6TFfWfbzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZEXPkhKr5oQ/s1600/New+2011+Summer+140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfoJiQa0cfU/Tl6TFfWfbzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZEXPkhKr5oQ/s320/New+2011+Summer+140.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Then pour the sugar mixture over.&amp;nbsp; Cover and let refrigerate for at least 2 hours. I like it nice and cold, so the longer the better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I'll add these 2 recipes to the Recipe section for easy reference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully as time goes on my taste buds will evolve from salt and fake wine so I can try out some more recipes to blog about.&amp;nbsp; Until then...happy eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AerrOItz1pc/Tl6S5HWuJII/AAAAAAAAAGw/nbCaoNA-3gQ/s1600/New+2011+Summer+135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AerrOItz1pc/Tl6S5HWuJII/AAAAAAAAAGw/nbCaoNA-3gQ/s320/New+2011+Summer+135.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm now a brunette with a little belly - which is a result of the above mentioned food consumption.&amp;nbsp; 10 1/2 weeks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-5179713181750713493?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5179713181750713493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy-cravings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5179713181750713493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5179713181750713493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy-cravings.html' title='Crazy Cravings'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phaIIRMLUBQ/Tl6S8DTw8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bVtOA7Hd7TI/s72-c/New+2011+Summer+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3277089677070751130</id><published>2011-08-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T13:25:11.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Many Things...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. A long while.&amp;nbsp; I have been completely and totally unmotivated to write in this blog.&amp;nbsp; My precious blog has done nothing to offend me, we are still close friends, I have just had the longest and most ridiculous brain fart imaginable!&amp;nbsp; I am sitting here even now wracking my brain for things to write about.&amp;nbsp; SOMETHING exciting and blog-worthy must have happened to me in the last countless weeks since my un-manicured fingers last graced this keyboard!&amp;nbsp; Well, let's see if I can think of any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hot, Hot, and Hotter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in full force in Iowa. I'm not a hot weather person.&amp;nbsp; I've decided that summer was a lot more fun when we were children.&amp;nbsp; This is especially true in my case seeing how my family had a pool.&amp;nbsp; No we weren't wealthy as I am sure you are thinking all pool owners are, it was one of those above ground round pools that my parents built a deck around.&amp;nbsp; It was heaven.&amp;nbsp; I spent my pre-teen days floating about the icy cool water, sipping kool-aid from wine glasses with my friend Jessica and talking about the latest boy crush I had.&amp;nbsp; There were a lot.&amp;nbsp; The summer nights were filled with sleep overs, catching lightning bugs and playing outside until it got dark and was time for bed, only to wake up and do it all over again.&amp;nbsp; Oh what a charmed life it was during summer in Missouri!&amp;nbsp; Summer was good for me until I had a child.&amp;nbsp; My carelessness was replaced with panic that the gallon of sunscreen I put on her 20 minutes ago was already wearing off and her delicate skin was going to burn to a crisp.&amp;nbsp; I don't even remember wearing sunscreen in my day.&amp;nbsp; And since the blow-up alligator pool my daughter has is not large enough to accommodate me, her, and 4 of her barbies, lounging in the pool is out.&amp;nbsp; Plus there is the sweltering, take your breath away, want to vomit heat wave we endured for months and months.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like months, I'm ranting.&amp;nbsp; Yes, summer is just not the same.&amp;nbsp; But I still do love the longer days, although not when trying to put Ally to bed at 8.&amp;nbsp; Her 3 year old brain can't comprehend that it's bedtime when the sun is still up.&amp;nbsp; I do love getting out on the boat, and grill outs with friends.&amp;nbsp; I love that my teacher friends are out of school and this stay at home mom has someone to talk to during the day.&amp;nbsp; But I must say, to the disapproval of my mother in law, once August hits, and the Iowa State fair is past...my mind drifts to cooler temps, football, sweatshirts, jeans, pot roast, and pumpkin spice.&amp;nbsp; For yes, dear friends, that wonderful season is upon us. Fall is just around the corner.&amp;nbsp; I just wish it came a little sooner on the thermometer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;School House Rock&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cooler weather and summer being over, that only means one thing. It's back to school time.&amp;nbsp; Usually this means nothing to me, except an increase in commercials for JC Penny and Macy's showcasing the latest back to school trends.&amp;nbsp; Which by the way, why don't kids dress like, oh I don't know, KIDS!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe some of the clothes out there made for children.&amp;nbsp; Wow I am getting old.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, back to school this year means the start of school for my little one.&amp;nbsp; Ally is going to preschool!&amp;nbsp; GASP! Tear :(&amp;nbsp; Two days a week for 2 hours a day I will have to let go of her tiny little hand and send her off to the Methodist Church to get educated.&amp;nbsp; OK, so 3 year old preschool is not so much for the education, but more for socialization.&amp;nbsp; Which she needs.&amp;nbsp; Staying home with momma all day may be great for her (and me) but she also needs some time with other kiddos.&amp;nbsp; Time to learn how to share, interact, and listen.&amp;nbsp; Despite the knot in my stomach I know it will be good for her, and me, to have this time.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to keep the tears to a minimum. Think happy thoughts, like how stinking cute she's going to be with a little backpack full of school supplies!&amp;nbsp; Better clear some space on the refrigerator for lots of crayola masterpieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Complete and Utter Exhaustion!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here is a test to see how many people actually read my blog.&amp;nbsp; For the past few weeks normal Amanda has been taken over and replaced by tired, grumpy, nauseous, make-up and hair straightener free Amanda.&amp;nbsp; This is not a good looking Amanda.&amp;nbsp; This can only mean one thing.&amp;nbsp; I have a tiny sea creature growing in my body.&amp;nbsp; In other words, I'm knocked up!&amp;nbsp; (hoot, holler, let's make some noise!)&amp;nbsp; Yes, despite Ally's best efforts at making me want to never reproduce again (only at nap, bed, and tantrum time does this happen) we decided it was time to bring another Duke into the world. I'm in my 9th week and couldn't feel, well, worse.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired, my back hurts, my stomach hurts, and my once love for bacon has now turned into complete and total disdain for all things pork!&amp;nbsp; Pregnancy this time around is also making me irrational.&amp;nbsp; For example.&amp;nbsp; I've had sleepless nights over the fact that the hubs and I can not agree on a name for a boy.&amp;nbsp; I know how ridiculous this sounds, seeing how I have 31 weeks left to be pregnant.&amp;nbsp; AND, we don't even know if it is a boy and won't know until November.&amp;nbsp; But still, in my head it makes total sense that a name should be agreed upon in the first weeks of pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; Don't you think?&amp;nbsp; Don't answer that.&amp;nbsp; But we couldn't be happier and more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you who read this you now know why you haven't seen me in the wine section at the grocery store for a while.&amp;nbsp; I know your typically not supposed to share this kind of news until your at least 12 weeks along, but I'm an atypical kind of gal. And who can wait that long, really!?!&amp;nbsp; Keep me in your prayers for a healthy go at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so apparently I had a few things to write about.&amp;nbsp; Promises to not go so long until I grace your computer screen again!&amp;nbsp; Peace out peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3277089677070751130?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3277089677070751130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-so-many-things.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3277089677070751130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3277089677070751130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-so-many-things.html' title='Oh So Many Things...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3576233665938961439</id><published>2011-07-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:46:04.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Shout Out to My Home Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some uber talented friends!&amp;nbsp; I love that some of them have blogs so I can keep up on every little thing they do! I'm kind of snoopy :) It's so much fun to see that side of people you are close to.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of the blogs that my lovely lady friends own. Follow them.&amp;nbsp; Despite what your were taught, it is good to be a follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crissy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Southern Belle.&amp;nbsp; Crissy is a Texas gal living in NASCAR country.&amp;nbsp; Her husband Mike made her do it.&amp;nbsp; She has an awesome blog about her family, friends, decorating, cooking, and her wonderful&amp;nbsp; photography. Her hubs and mine are great friends and Crissy and I have become great friends as well. She is beautiful inside and out, smart and funny! We are planning a trip to North Carolina in September to see them, I can not wait! Check out her site,&amp;nbsp; I think she's pretty fabulous!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://smothersfaminnc.blogspot.com/" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;http://smothersfaminnc.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Nicole...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister from another mister.&amp;nbsp; We are Missouri gals with a love for all things country.&amp;nbsp; We believe we are related.&amp;nbsp; Digging into some old family documents I discovered one of my relatives shared her last name and lived in the same area her family once lived.&amp;nbsp; We are cousins. There is no other explanation!&amp;nbsp; Kelly understands me and all my quirks. She is my sister in Christ and constantly helping me be a better me.&amp;nbsp; AND she's a fabuloso mother and 1st grade teacher!&amp;nbsp; Check her out! &lt;a href="http://allinafirstgradeday.blogspot.com/" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;http://allinafirstgradeday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My (real) cousin Katie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful cousin Katie and I didn't spend too much time growing up together, she lived in Iowa, I lived in Missouri. When I moved to Iowa, she moved away. I didn't take it personal.&amp;nbsp; She was always the cousin I looked up to, she is beautiful (I heart her hair), fun, adventurous, smart, funny, the list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; She lives in Texas now with her wonderful husband and beautiful son Harper.&amp;nbsp; Through the powers of Facebook and some wonderful visits we've gotten to know each other a little better and have decided that we would be inseparable if we lived closer to each other!&amp;nbsp; She is a fabulous baker and all together awesome person! Check out her two blogs.&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovenlovinbakery.blogspot.com/" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;ovenlovinbakery.blogspot.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://everytomdickandharry.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://everytomdickandharry.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Cheryl... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl is a friend of Kelly Nicole and I have the privalge to know her. She now lives in St. Louis (Nelly songs are running through my head right now) and has started her own children's clothing line. She is amazingly talented!&amp;nbsp; Check out her stuff. &lt;a href="http://lionsandlilypads.blogspot.com/" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;http://lionsandlilypads.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Hope you all enjoy these ladies as much as I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3576233665938961439?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3576233665938961439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/shout-out-to-my-home-girls-i-have-some.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3576233665938961439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3576233665938961439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/shout-out-to-my-home-girls-i-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-8071228579951380312</id><published>2011-07-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:00:59.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Struggle Within</title><content type='html'>We are all human. We all have wants, and needs, and desires.&amp;nbsp; I struggle with being happy with what I have.&amp;nbsp; There is always someone with a bigger house, more money, better clothes or a nicer car.&amp;nbsp; Instead of asking "Why can't I have that?" I need to consider what I have instead.&amp;nbsp; So I did a little soul searching and jotted down a few things.&amp;nbsp; Just a few...my list of wants is long.&amp;nbsp; Not something I am proud of, and something that I am constantly working on!&amp;nbsp; Here goes it...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; a child who is disciplined, listens when I ask her to do something and polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; a child who is free spirited, has already mastered the art of selective hearing, polite when she wants something, independent, and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; a body that is lean, chiseled, and stretch mark/scar free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; a body that soft, strong, healthy, and shows the signs of a beautiful and interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; a home that makes people talk. Beautiful decor, nice furniture, and smells of lavender and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; a home that is perfect for my family, with room to grow and memories to make, decorated with things made by my own two hands, furniture that will last through children and pets, and smells of life, with a little black raspberry vanilla scent thrown in to cover up the sometimes not so good smell of life.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; money in my pocket to spend. To not worry about the price tag or always shop in the clearance section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; an understanding of money and pride in knowing that the things I am able to spend my money on are needed and a satisfaction in being thrifty and creative.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT &lt;/b&gt;a husband who is romantic and spontaneous and sings to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; a husband who is practical, steady, provides for me, and loves me.&amp;nbsp; I have the radio to sing to me and as long as I don't watch too many romantic comedies, he is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; adult conversation and interaction. To feel needed and respected. To be good at a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; an amazing opportunity to stay home with my child. To feel her need for me and take in her love. I have a career that directly benefits my family in a most positive way.&amp;nbsp; I am fluent in toddler and an expert play dough artist.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt; to not want all these things and to be happy with who I am and what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; a Heavenly Father who is constantly seeking the good in me and in my talks with Him is helping me become the best version of me I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything. I just need to get my head out of my butt sometimes and realize it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what you have today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-8071228579951380312?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8071228579951380312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-struggle-within.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8071228579951380312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8071228579951380312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-struggle-within.html' title='My Struggle Within'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-4886956740412586865</id><published>2011-07-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:28:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Family Fourth!</title><content type='html'>This year on the 4th of July we were invited by some very good family friends to their lake house in the Ozarks.&amp;nbsp; We had a fabulous time floating in the water, cruising around on a boat, and watching the amazing fireworks show put on by the neighbors across the lake.&amp;nbsp; The whole family was there and it was wonderful to see some old friends who I will always hold dear to my heart. Check out some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tY6ecqed6X8/ThdUxC7qY2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwFkSok49Js/s1600/New+2011+Summer+089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tY6ecqed6X8/ThdUxC7qY2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwFkSok49Js/s320/New+2011+Summer+089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ours friends amazing lake home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilNnTNSimgg/ThdU7Hpv40I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xo6IYwsrwoQ/s1600/New+2011+Summer+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilNnTNSimgg/ThdU7Hpv40I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xo6IYwsrwoQ/s320/New+2011+Summer+077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon and I before heading out to float our cares away on the lake.&amp;nbsp; This is a rare glimpse of me without makeup and no tan.&amp;nbsp; You can open your eyes now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSWbBHbX0Vs/ThdV22cf2II/AAAAAAAAAFY/guvJJjUyFxI/s1600/New+2011+Summer+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSWbBHbX0Vs/ThdV22cf2II/AAAAAAAAAFY/guvJJjUyFxI/s320/New+2011+Summer+087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wonderful hostess Jennifer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abfPA4MO9wM/ThdVG8wonxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CU9XMZGWD6E/s1600/New+2011+Summer+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abfPA4MO9wM/ThdVG8wonxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CU9XMZGWD6E/s320/New+2011+Summer+079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indulging in some snacks.&amp;nbsp; This isn't even half of who was there, 18 in total!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rBz1Tqg7I/ThdVMlsEVDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J1Ay92Q2rfM/s1600/New+2011+Summer+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rBz1Tqg7I/ThdVMlsEVDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J1Ay92Q2rfM/s320/New+2011+Summer+080.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids watching the ice cream maker do it's magic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jgqQUyt6S0/ThdVSxcZa2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NF9Pa4zL6LU/s1600/New+2011+Summer+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jgqQUyt6S0/ThdVSxcZa2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NF9Pa4zL6LU/s320/New+2011+Summer+081.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such excitement!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf4FtVYuN5Y/ThdVYg7eq3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_SrkG0DsOU4/s1600/New+2011+Summer+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf4FtVYuN5Y/ThdVYg7eq3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_SrkG0DsOU4/s320/New+2011+Summer+082.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etRfwG93RIA/ThdVkH32nzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8GNPf_BkgmA/s1600/New+2011+Summer+084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etRfwG93RIA/ThdVkH32nzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8GNPf_BkgmA/s320/New+2011+Summer+084.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few sweet pics of my baby girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTS8kJK_HNQ/ThdU_zfmO8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xmOInTs1mso/s1600/New+2011+Summer+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTS8kJK_HNQ/ThdU_zfmO8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xmOInTs1mso/s320/New+2011+Summer+078.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long busy day relaxing at the lake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlkJWY4A1rc/ThdZhj93CrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6X6QVeGnNHI/s1600/New+2011+Summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlkJWY4A1rc/ThdZhj93CrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6X6QVeGnNHI/s320/New+2011+Summer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa and Nathan, hands down the sweetest people you will ever meet.&amp;nbsp; I heart them both.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July and took time to remember our heroes past and present that make it possible for us to celebrate this wonderful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-4886956740412586865?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4886956740412586865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-family-fourth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4886956740412586865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4886956740412586865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-family-fourth.html' title='Fun Family Fourth!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tY6ecqed6X8/ThdUxC7qY2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwFkSok49Js/s72-c/New+2011+Summer+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3643119285258429439</id><published>2011-06-29T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:51:30.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrumdidilyumptious!</title><content type='html'>Finally! After I months of not being able to make any Pioneer Woman recipes I'm back in the saddle!&amp;nbsp; OK, maybe it wasn't months, but it felt like it!&amp;nbsp; I had to dust the cobwebs off the crock pot.&amp;nbsp; Last nights venture was a crowd pleaser.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I don't signify a crowd so we added a few more Duke's to the gang.&amp;nbsp; Jon's brother Jason and his beautiful wife Jacquelyn, also known as my sister and brother in law, and the newest little Duke, Willow, also known as my niece, came over for some grub.&amp;nbsp; On the menu..PW Pulled Pork sandwiches with Cilantro-Jalapeno Cole Slaw.&amp;nbsp; Sounds fancy, delicious, and messy.&amp;nbsp; Also known as Scrumdidilyumptious.&amp;nbsp; Disclaimer, my camera does not live up to my expectations for taking pictures of food.&amp;nbsp; It could be the operator, but probably the camera.&amp;nbsp; So the pics DO NOT give this dish justice on how good it actually looked.&amp;nbsp; Check out Pioneer Woman's pics...her camera (or operator) do a much better job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwk-vHfnxaI/TgtsZ3s5KvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cMX1E16iRz0/s1600/New+2011+Summer+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwk-vHfnxaI/TgtsZ3s5KvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cMX1E16iRz0/s320/New+2011+Summer+060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pork Butt (he he)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzYLEi7rbAI/Tgtsn_Yp_jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dg1jzgoPN6k/s1600/New+2011+Summer+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzYLEi7rbAI/Tgtsn_Yp_jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dg1jzgoPN6k/s320/New+2011+Summer+065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooked Pork Butt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHmCz4Ekovg/Tgts6wAFnoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qnSQmmhsCrU/s1600/New+2011+Summer+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHmCz4Ekovg/Tgts6wAFnoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qnSQmmhsCrU/s320/New+2011+Summer+069.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jalapeno Cole Slaw and fresh Cilantro. It does not get any better then fresh cilantro in my mind.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vdJUgefarc/TgtsU-FIOVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ERhk4LGZdjs/s1600/New+2011+Summer+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vdJUgefarc/TgtsU-FIOVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ERhk4LGZdjs/s320/New+2011+Summer+070.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put the cole slaw and cooked pork butt on a toasted bun. I like toasted buns and butts. OK, this just got weird.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here is the link to PW recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/06/pork-sandwiches-with-cilantro-jalapeno-slaw/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/06/pork-sandwiches-with-cilantro-jalapeno-slaw/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I had to tweak it a bit. Hers calls for Chipotle Peppers in Adobo sauce which I could not find!&amp;nbsp; So I used half a can of Rotel (diced tomatoes and green chilies) and added some chili and cayenne powder.&amp;nbsp; It was good but next time I will search high and low for the Chipotle Peppers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of hand now...tonight is another PW recipe.&amp;nbsp; Taco Pizza. Can't wait to try this one!&amp;nbsp; Shh...don't tell the hubs there is no meat on it. I would hate to have to force feed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3643119285258429439?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3643119285258429439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrumdidilyumptious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3643119285258429439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3643119285258429439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrumdidilyumptious.html' title='Scrumdidilyumptious!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwk-vHfnxaI/TgtsZ3s5KvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cMX1E16iRz0/s72-c/New+2011+Summer+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-7472498219140899912</id><published>2011-06-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:31:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Tidbits</title><content type='html'>I have been wracking my brain on topics to write about on this here blog and have come up with nothing!&amp;nbsp; I have no new recipes to share, no new decorating tips or ideas that I've tried yet.&amp;nbsp; So this post is going to be about nothing really. Just a few tidbits from the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthdays! Whoop Whoop!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've celebrated 2 in the past week.&amp;nbsp; June 19th. My little peanuts birthday. Three years ago on Thursday June 19th at 4:45am my water broke.&amp;nbsp; My whole pregnancy I was worried that I wouldn't know I was having contractions and the baby would be born at home or on the way to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; These were valid fears at the time.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for my water to break, kudos to the Lord for coming through on that one.&amp;nbsp; I arrived at the hospital around 6am, Jon didn't see the need to rush and took the long route, after stopping at the ATM.&amp;nbsp; He was obviously trying to delay the birth as long as possible.&amp;nbsp; Some contractions, drugs, sleep, and pushes later (I am editing here) my whole world changed as my whole world was born.&amp;nbsp; Allyson Rae Duke arrived at 1:22pm.&amp;nbsp; What a blessing. What a joy.&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/-q_lmP8KUYCM/TgOQByLMTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/RG-r0d6vKpg/s1600/n720778423_669935_6584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_lmP8KUYCM/TgOQByLMTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/RG-r0d6vKpg/s320/n720778423_669935_6584.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week she turned 3.&amp;nbsp; Wow. Where has the time gone.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't look like a baby anymore, but a little girl.&amp;nbsp; A little girl with long curly hair and a smile that lights up the room.&amp;nbsp; A little girl who has everyone she encounters wrapped around her tiny little finger.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday to our little Hot Rod...&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/-LaJKiWb9bL0/TgOQbkg3ztI/AAAAAAAAADo/QxBooY6S94k/s1600/New+2011+Summer+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaJKiWb9bL0/TgOQbkg3ztI/AAAAAAAAADo/QxBooY6S94k/s320/New+2011+Summer+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22, 1983. The world got a little bit better.&amp;nbsp; The sun was shining, angels were singing, and the birds were chirping.&amp;nbsp; I was born.&amp;nbsp; Yes little did my parents know 28 years ago just how special I would be.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding! My birthday was yesterday.&amp;nbsp; For the first time EVER I actually forgot it was my birthday until my mom called. It will never happen again.&amp;nbsp; My wonderful husband took me out to dinner at Olive Garden. My favorite, and our first date location :)&amp;nbsp; Bread sticks are good.&amp;nbsp; I even got free wine and a little entertainment from the minors sitting in the booth behind us.&amp;nbsp; Here's a little advice to all you minors out there.&amp;nbsp; If you are going to try to order an alcoholic beverage, tell your friend who orders before you NOT to order chocolate milk to drink.&amp;nbsp; Also don't claim to be 25 and leave your ID in the car.&amp;nbsp; 25 year olds don't do that.&amp;nbsp; But the poor child (who was most likely about 16) did provide me with excellent people watching for the night.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz9AZgcFk7Y/TgORdm7fR6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jCU2rWwMZx4/s320/28214_10150196740200128_824830127_12816073_229724_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me circa 1984&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Make Me Feel Like Dancing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally loves The Wiggles.&amp;nbsp; You know the Australian group of all 30 plus year old men who sing and dance.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it's a little weird, but she is so cute dancing around the living room I can't help but condone her watching them.&amp;nbsp; So for her birthday I got her a new DVD (I'm an enabler) and we have watched it about 6 times a day since Sunday.&amp;nbsp; She shakes and shimmies her little behind to all the groovy dance tunes.&amp;nbsp; All this was in preparation for her first dance class, which was last night!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, hands down the cutest thing I have ever witnessed. A class of 3 and 4 year olds trying to be taught first position (heels together, toes out.)&amp;nbsp; I was beaming from ear to ear watching her try to gallop, skip, stand still, stretch and freeze.&amp;nbsp; Mega fail for me though, apparently when the class description says for the kids to wear comfortable clothes, that does not mean sweats and a t-shirt, but rather a full dance leotard, tights and ballet shoes.&amp;nbsp; We will be going shopping before next weeks class.&amp;nbsp; Ally didn't mind though, she was all smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdXXvXFbkCU/TgOQfpi4dlI/AAAAAAAAADs/uT931Wd2MZY/s1600/New+2011+Summer+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdXXvXFbkCU/TgOQfpi4dlI/AAAAAAAAADs/uT931Wd2MZY/s320/New+2011+Summer+048.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The super cute bow was made by a friend. Check out her site! &lt;a href="http://www.trosieb.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.trosieb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV9-SF6jaaU/TgOQjlkLB1I/AAAAAAAAADw/kkn2WhBxHPA/s1600/New+2011+Summer+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV9-SF6jaaU/TgOQjlkLB1I/AAAAAAAAADw/kkn2WhBxHPA/s320/New+2011+Summer+049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so as it turned out this post was not about nothing at all (does that statement make sense?) Guess birthdays and dancing make for pretty good blogging topics.&amp;nbsp; Hope y'all enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-7472498219140899912?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7472498219140899912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-some-tidbits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/7472498219140899912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/7472498219140899912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-some-tidbits.html' title='Just Some Tidbits'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_lmP8KUYCM/TgOQByLMTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/RG-r0d6vKpg/s72-c/n720778423_669935_6584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3661898158977758495</id><published>2011-06-21T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T05:02:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to get my groove back</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have totally been in a slump with my writing lately. I blame the moving delays and heat for my brain farts.&amp;nbsp; I promise to indulge in new and exciting posts in the following days including decorating and cooking!&amp;nbsp; Now that I actually have a kitchen that isn't full to the ceiling of boxes I can get started on some new recipes!&amp;nbsp; So stay with me, I will get my groove back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out my homies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3661898158977758495?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3661898158977758495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-get-my-groove-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3661898158977758495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3661898158977758495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-get-my-groove-back.html' title='Going to get my groove back'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6674729748716484936</id><published>2011-06-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T07:10:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is. Another one of those days set aside to honor someone who we should honor every day. Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; Pop, Old Man, Father, Dad, or for me, Daddy.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; I am going to get sappy, again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is my hero.&amp;nbsp; It sounds cliche, but he truly is.&amp;nbsp; He's big, and tall, and cuddly.&amp;nbsp; Just like a dad should be.&amp;nbsp; He's tough when he needs to be tough and soft when he needs to be soft.&amp;nbsp; He was a Fireman and is now a Special Investigator (sounds so cool doesn't it!)&amp;nbsp; He's a lot of peoples hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing my dad's voice makes me smile because he still talks with a "Missouri accent."&amp;nbsp; When he sings he thinks he sounds like Toby Keith, and I think so too.&amp;nbsp; He shared his love of old movies and John Wayne with his kids while we were growing up, and now we share the same love.&amp;nbsp; I remember sitting in my daddy's truck when I was a little girl and singing my favorite old Nitty Gritty Dirt Band song, and he would have the biggest smile on his face.&amp;nbsp; He taught me how to drive on a back road in Missouri and still tells the story of how I maneuvered around a combine.&amp;nbsp; I feel proud that he remembers that moment. It's one that I will never forget, along with many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up my dad was the cook in the house.&amp;nbsp; For breakfast he would always make my brother and I fried bologna, corn beef hash with cheese, or grilled cheese sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; I always loved his breakfasts.&amp;nbsp; He's an amazing cook, and master of the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my baby's Papa. She fits so snuggly in his big burly arms.&amp;nbsp; Ally loves sitting on Papa's lap and reading books. I know he would go to the end of the earth for her if she asked him to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my daddy.&amp;nbsp; He will always be the number one man in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Note: I would love to post a picture of how truly handsome my dad is, but my photos are on another computer. :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6674729748716484936?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6674729748716484936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6674729748716484936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6674729748716484936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3550654507795911468</id><published>2011-06-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:23:54.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>OK, I have procrastinated long enough.&amp;nbsp; My daughter will be 3 next week. She must be potty trained.&amp;nbsp; Why, I don't really know. I am perfectly content with her in diapers. It's easy.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to worry about her needing to pee while we are driving.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to watch her like a hawk for signs that she is about to puddle on the floor. Yep, I could leave her in diapers forever. Do you sense a theme?&amp;nbsp; I wasn't ready for the big girl bed, now I'm not ready for the potty training. Perhaps I don't want my little girl to grow up. I mean, what's next, driving? Alright, rewind.&amp;nbsp; So this week the goal was set. Princess underwear was purchased.&amp;nbsp; The time is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started yesterday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I got lots of goodies from the Dollar Tree for a Prize Bag!&amp;nbsp; If Ally goes in the potty , she gets to pick a prize! She was super excited to get a prize so I thought this may work.&amp;nbsp; Problem was she didn't want to sit on the potty chair.&amp;nbsp; This might be my fault.&amp;nbsp; I'll explain. Ally likes to come in the bathroom while I am getting ready, and she always goes straight for the toilet! Touching it, lifting the lid, wanting to flush it, etc.&amp;nbsp; My instinct has always been to scream "No touchy toilet...yucky, yucky yucky!"&amp;nbsp; Probably NOT the message to be sending a toddler who you're now trying to get to SIT on a toilet. My bad.&amp;nbsp; Must send more positive message about the porcelain throne.&amp;nbsp; Note taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after explaining that it's OK to sit on the toilet and potty chair we dove in. Ally was not so keen on wearing the underwear so I let her run around naked.&amp;nbsp; I must admit the site of her little bum running around the living room makes me smile, but then accident number one.&amp;nbsp; I show her the pee, I show her the toilet. Pee, toilet.&amp;nbsp; Try to explain to her that the goal is to get the pee in the toilet.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she got it.&amp;nbsp; I tell her maybe we should put on the big girl princess underwear and that it would be a shame to pee on Cinderella.&amp;nbsp; So we put on the underwear, she wants a Snow White Pull Up on too.&amp;nbsp; She apparently has no problem peeing on Cinderella or Snow White because accident number 2 occurs.&amp;nbsp; But at least the Pull Up soaked this one up.&amp;nbsp; We try the no underwear approach again.&amp;nbsp; She starts doing her poopy face and runs to sit on the potty chair.&amp;nbsp; She stands up and points in the hole..."poopy mommy, poopy!"&amp;nbsp; YES!&amp;nbsp; Celebration time!&amp;nbsp; We flush the poop, wave bye bye then she gets to pick a prize!&amp;nbsp; 5 minutes later, she wants another prize so I explain she has to use the potty.&amp;nbsp; I swear the child willed herself to pee because not 2 minutes later I hear her saying "pee mommy, pee!"&amp;nbsp; Awesome!&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking, this is great.&amp;nbsp; Fastest training EVER.&amp;nbsp; This is going to be a breeze!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes bedtime.&amp;nbsp; Daddy and I try to explain that she is going to wear a Pull Up to bed, but if she has to go to the bathroom, she can tell us and she can get up to go.&amp;nbsp; She says "No, me want a prize, me poop on potty chair."&amp;nbsp; Never thought of what to do to get the child OFF the chair.&amp;nbsp; Hmm...&amp;nbsp; Eventually we get her up and Pull Up on and off to bed.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling pretty good about this so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 is in progress...the good feeling is fading.&amp;nbsp; 3 accidents on the hardwood (thank God) floor and 2 poops in the toilet.&amp;nbsp; I think we will call her poop trained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3550654507795911468?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3550654507795911468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3550654507795911468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3550654507795911468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-8814156568985976578</id><published>2011-06-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:11:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Dose of...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start off by saying I am NEVER, ever moving again.&amp;nbsp; Our move has not gone smoothly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll take that back, moving is not the issue since we haven't even begun to move, closing on our house has not gone smoothly.&amp;nbsp; Our house has been "sold" since December 26, 2010.&amp;nbsp; Almost 6 months and we are still in our current home with really no end in site as to WHEN we will close.&amp;nbsp; It is maddening and frustrating.&amp;nbsp; So I needed a good dose of something.&amp;nbsp; Alcohol is not an option as I still have to function as a parent&amp;nbsp; So last night I got a good dose of this...&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/-jDxqIkG33og/TfEaDuorxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZHZq-eeagoM/s1600/Random+2011+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDxqIkG33og/TfEaDuorxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZHZq-eeagoM/s320/Random+2011+053.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God and scripture.&amp;nbsp; I started a new Women's Bible study last night, and felt all the anger and frustration I had yesterday melt away.&amp;nbsp; I laid it at God's feet. I prayed about it.&amp;nbsp; I was encouraged by good friends.&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying I am not still frustrated, but I am not going to let it consume me. It is out of my control.&amp;nbsp; Boy did I need that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as every morning, I needed a good dose of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyKNZ5w09S4/TfEaKtOCrkI/AAAAAAAAADc/DY5DuVT7xys/s1600/Random+2011+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyKNZ5w09S4/TfEaKtOCrkI/AAAAAAAAADc/DY5DuVT7xys/s320/Random+2011+052.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Large diet coke with extra ice.&amp;nbsp; Ally repeats my order when we pull in the McDonald's parking lot.&amp;nbsp; The worker's recognize me.&amp;nbsp; I am aware that it would be cheaper for me to buy a 12 pack or 2 liter from the store, but it tastes better when from a fountain, don't you think?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also needed a good does of laughter, which today came in the form of a memory.&amp;nbsp; I decided to clean out my old CD case and use it to hold Ally's DVDs.&amp;nbsp; As I was pulling out all the Cd's I haven't listened to in ages I came across this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUDTTwtE5mU/TfEaQlD6YiI/AAAAAAAAADg/CuHbxMRUJPY/s1600/Random+2011+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUDTTwtE5mU/TfEaQlD6YiI/AAAAAAAAADg/CuHbxMRUJPY/s320/Random+2011+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes and I am happy now living without you, I let you go-oh -oh -oh"&amp;nbsp; Ace of Base man!&amp;nbsp; Who didn't love the pop rhythm's of this fun Swedish group.&amp;nbsp; My friend Melissa and I back in the day made up a dance to The Sign.&amp;nbsp; I laughed out loud thinking about it,&amp;nbsp; and how we rushed into the living room of her house to show off our moves to our parents.&amp;nbsp; Oh what fun and innocence we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a little better than yesterday thanks to these small "doses" of happy makers.&amp;nbsp; I have to remember that with God, Diet Coke and Ace of Base, nothing is really that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need a good dose of air freshener to cover up the poopy pull up smell coming from the trash can. I really must start taking those to the OUTSIDE garbage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-8814156568985976578?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8814156568985976578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-dose-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8814156568985976578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8814156568985976578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-dose-of.html' title='A Good Dose of...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDxqIkG33og/TfEaDuorxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZHZq-eeagoM/s72-c/Random+2011+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6344971826347007622</id><published>2011-06-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:55:27.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>It's a goal. A life journey.&amp;nbsp; To be successful. To find success in whatever you choose to do with your life.&amp;nbsp; If you work, your goal is to be successful in business, to climb the ladder, make more money, live a better life.&amp;nbsp; For me as a stay at home mom and wife, success is measured a bit differently.&amp;nbsp; I don't get monthly status reports or raises for a job well done or a project completed.&amp;nbsp; I often don't get praise for the work I do or recognition for the choices I make for my family or myself.&amp;nbsp; Success for me is measured in the smiles I get from my daughter when we start out on a walk for the park.&amp;nbsp; In the happy little laugh when her daddy is tickling her and in the whispered "I Wuv You" after bedtime kisses.&amp;nbsp; Success is in the satisfaction knowing that my house is clean and laundry is done and that my family has a home to be safe in.&amp;nbsp; In Knowing that my husband leaves this house everyday to go to work to make sure his wife and daughter are taken care of.&amp;nbsp; I have been successful in love knowing that the man I have married will always be my best friend and will never break my heart.&amp;nbsp; I am successful because I am aware and abundantly thankful for the gift of God 's unending love and that the journey I have been on has led me back to Him.&amp;nbsp; So no matter what you do in life, you can find success.&amp;nbsp; Don't measure it in terms of money or job titles, but in the everyday activities and people you encounter.&amp;nbsp; I know that I am loved, and that I have love to give. I know that I am raising my daughter the very best way I know how.&amp;nbsp; I know that I have friends and family that will always be there for me and I for them.&amp;nbsp; And THAT is what makes me successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6344971826347007622?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6344971826347007622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/success.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6344971826347007622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6344971826347007622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/06/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-226642840851973310</id><published>2011-05-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:15:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrifty Finds!</title><content type='html'>When my husband and I decided that I would stay home from work with our daughter I knew I would have to give up my first love.&amp;nbsp; Shopping.&amp;nbsp; Some people have hobbies that include knitting, sports, drag racing (in my husbands case), etc. Mine is shopping.&amp;nbsp; I get high on spending money. I can't help it, it's genetic, just ask my dad.&amp;nbsp; So reducing our income meant I had to give up my shopping sprees, $200 jeans, yes I actually spent that much on ONE pair of jeans.&amp;nbsp; I'm not proud of it, and they don't even fit anymore!&amp;nbsp; I had to figure out a new way to shop that included spending less money.&amp;nbsp; I am now proud to admit that I am a true bargain shopper.&amp;nbsp; Thrift stores now excite me and me at a garage sale is like a kid in a candy store!&amp;nbsp; So on my most recent shopping trip with a friend, she bought some killer jean shorts that I was salivating over.&amp;nbsp; The damage, $40.&amp;nbsp; No way was I going to spend that on one item.&amp;nbsp; So the next day I headed out to my local Goodwill store and came home with a pair of Gap jeans for $5.89.&amp;nbsp; Then I got to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the inspiration pair of shorts from American Eagle&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/-bq44krEcwO0/TePlR69XvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/HdGgDKDHsKM/s1600/Shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bq44krEcwO0/TePlR69XvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/HdGgDKDHsKM/s1600/Shorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the jeans I bought. Cute jeans, but they were high waters on me!&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/-tIOMHtD3gaA/TePnS-IzCjI/AAAAAAAAADA/ueIV8KwLGn0/s1600/Craft+Time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Hello Toe!&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIOMHtD3gaA/TePnS-IzCjI/AAAAAAAAADA/ueIV8KwLGn0/s320/Craft+Time.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First put the jeans on and mark where you would like them to hit on your leg.&amp;nbsp; I'm cuffing these so I marked where I would like the bottom of the cuff.&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/-uAem9eRh_dw/TePl_Ar-I9I/AAAAAAAAACo/6OdKhqD5wQg/s1600/Craft+Time+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAem9eRh_dw/TePl_Ar-I9I/AAAAAAAAACo/6OdKhqD5wQg/s320/Craft+Time+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next gather some supplies.&amp;nbsp; You will need a razor blade, scissors, tweezers and an old magazine.&amp;nbsp; Cut straight across the mark on the jeans to cut the leg off...&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/-vi2YHJF5B38/TePmHNZga8I/AAAAAAAAACs/xUE9KieDyIc/s1600/Craft+Time+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vi2YHJF5B38/TePmHNZga8I/AAAAAAAAACs/xUE9KieDyIc/s320/Craft+Time+015.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next decide where you would like the distressing. Insert the old magazine into the pant leg so you don't damage both sides of the jeans.&amp;nbsp; Then use your razor blade edge moving it up and down with the grain of the jean.&amp;nbsp; You don't want to cut through the jean, just break down the fabric. &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/-MTdibeeQyfQ/TePmS6j1dQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SuJtsuj4uaY/s1600/Craft+Time+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTdibeeQyfQ/TePmS6j1dQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SuJtsuj4uaY/s320/Craft+Time+017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then use the tweezers to pull out the BLUE thread. This will reveal the white thread to give you the distressed look without leaving an actual hole in the jean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIy8lZcTrng/TePmZO-r7XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TQFPq0Zd1oA/s1600/Craft+Time+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIy8lZcTrng/TePmZO-r7XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TQFPq0Zd1oA/s320/Craft+Time+018.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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I added distressing to both legs and one on the back pocket.&amp;nbsp; You can also use your razor blade on the pocket edges and zipper edge of the jean to make a more worn look.&amp;nbsp; Just run the blade back and forth until you get the desired look and fraying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you will need to wash and dry the shorts. This will make the parts you distressed open up a bit to reveal more of the white thread. Roll up the bottoms to create a cuff. &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIKO8NYpy20/TePmgD-2hnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5uPSgPCJlPE/s1600/Craft+Time+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIKO8NYpy20/TePmgD-2hnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5uPSgPCJlPE/s320/Craft+Time+019.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And your done!&amp;nbsp; You now have an expensive looking pair of distressed shorts for less than 6 bucks!&amp;nbsp;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzHWtf_IQFU/TePrRHfVplI/AAAAAAAAADE/AEPBeX72P6I/s1600/Craft+Time+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzHWtf_IQFU/TePrRHfVplI/AAAAAAAAADE/AEPBeX72P6I/s320/Craft+Time+021.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look how excited I am in my new shorts!&amp;nbsp; HOLA!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husbands will thank you and praise you for your bargain hunting skills and your girlfriends will never know you went Goodwill hunting, unless you want to share your mad skills with them!&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-226642840851973310?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/226642840851973310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrifty-finds.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/226642840851973310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/226642840851973310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrifty-finds.html' title='Thrifty Finds!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bq44krEcwO0/TePlR69XvuI/AAAAAAAAACc/HdGgDKDHsKM/s72-c/Shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6343372859473083680</id><published>2011-05-28T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:16:37.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She's Gone...</title><content type='html'>As a stay at home mom the moments you get all to yourself are few and far between.&amp;nbsp; Simple tasks such as going to the bathroom alone are often taken for granted. Conversation that doesn't involve me decoding the mystery language my daughter speaks is much coveted.&amp;nbsp; So whenever grandparents offer to have take Ally and keep her overnight, I am all for it!&amp;nbsp; I don't want to seem too eager to get rid of my lovely for the night, but inside I am jumping up and down!&amp;nbsp; Here is my chance, my much needed hours of me time. The opportunity to go shopping and not see the look of horror on the other shoppers faces when I come walking in dragging a screaming toddler behind me. FREEDOM!!!&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I will miss the 6 am wake up call, the hour process of bedtime, the plate of dinner food being tossed on the ground, the screaming and yelling, and the few hugs and kisses Ally throws in just so I don't go stark raving mad.&amp;nbsp; But I know, like most moms that in order to truly be a good parent, you have to take time for you every now and then.&amp;nbsp; So I will enjoy my afternoon and evening then wake up bright and early ready to see that precious little face again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6343372859473083680?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6343372859473083680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-shes-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6343372859473083680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6343372859473083680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-shes-gone.html' title='And She&apos;s Gone...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-5082710044668425840</id><published>2011-05-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:04:26.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feel compelled to put into words how incredibly blessed I felt last night, when after a stressful day, my daughter took time out of dancing to her Wiggles DVD to sit on my lap and tell me she loved me.&amp;nbsp; She melts my heart and I am so so thankful that God placed this sweet child in my life.&amp;nbsp; She is the ultimate stress relief!&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/-PiqHBI8EYqM/TdQYGdsMh5I/AAAAAAAAACY/G_fAzliz_qo/s1600/2010+Ally+pics+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiqHBI8EYqM/TdQYGdsMh5I/AAAAAAAAACY/G_fAzliz_qo/s320/2010+Ally+pics+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-5082710044668425840?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/5082710044668425840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5082710044668425840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/5082710044668425840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-grace.html' title='Moment of Grace'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiqHBI8EYqM/TdQYGdsMh5I/AAAAAAAAACY/G_fAzliz_qo/s72-c/2010+Ally+pics+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-9084859308234850128</id><published>2011-05-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:11:28.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...Summer!</title><content type='html'>OK I LOVE summer, but there is one impending task that makes me cringe.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting the shakes just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; Full on hurl inducing visions are dancing in my head.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Swimsuit shopping!&lt;/b&gt; Let's hear a collective sigh from my ladies!&amp;nbsp; There was a time before bearing a child that this task wasn't so bad.&amp;nbsp; A time when stretch marks and saddle bags didn't stare back at me in the mirror laughing and torturing me so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we bring back this style...&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/-w207xY8Y7gQ/TdMr5muumOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rEr-i2yJoCw/s1600/1258342132_3256_full.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w207xY8Y7gQ/TdMr5muumOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rEr-i2yJoCw/s320/1258342132_3256_full.jpeg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like it!&amp;nbsp; It leaves a lot to the imagination.&amp;nbsp; Completely accessorized with a hat, belt, and shoes.&amp;nbsp; Now THAT is beach sexy! Problem: My husband said he wouldn't allow me on the boat in this.&amp;nbsp; I like the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH6_TqW8BA0/TdMr61fz8xI/AAAAAAAAACU/ts2-WnZyZuo/s1600/C1939-SWIMSUITS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH6_TqW8BA0/TdMr61fz8xI/AAAAAAAAACU/ts2-WnZyZuo/s1600/C1939-SWIMSUITS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Full hip coverage, check. Cleavage (or lack of) hidden from view, check.&amp;nbsp; Butt cheeks not flopping everywhere, check check check! Target does sell something called a "Swim Dress."&amp;nbsp; I was ready to purchase! My friend said she would laugh at me.&amp;nbsp; Darn.&amp;nbsp; Check out the prices on these suits!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is I need a suit that makes me look 10 pounds thinner, completely covers my belly, adds 2 cups sizes to my girls, takes the flub from my thighs and adds a little cushion to my flat back with a crack (sorry for the visual).&amp;nbsp; Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-9084859308234850128?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/9084859308234850128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/ughsummer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/9084859308234850128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/9084859308234850128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/ughsummer.html' title='Ugh...Summer!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w207xY8Y7gQ/TdMr5muumOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rEr-i2yJoCw/s72-c/1258342132_3256_full.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-4358738616630782253</id><published>2011-05-13T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:37:11.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you say WOW</title><content type='html'>Might as well start right in and talk about the most current WOW of the week, the fact that my beautiful 25 pound almost 3 year old was briefly taken over by a tiny insane person!&amp;nbsp; I must first explain myself, I am a bit of a push over when it comes to my daughter, OK, bit of a push over doesn't quite sum it up, I do as I am told, I keep the peace, I prefer calm rather than screaming.&amp;nbsp; But today I decided to stand my ground, I WILL NOT be bossed around by my spawn! So when Ally told me to find a toy for her in her toy box, I politely declined and kindly asked her to get it herself.&amp;nbsp; Next came something the likes of which I have never seen!&amp;nbsp; Full on tantrum, the kind you see on Dr.Phil. She donned the strength of a 200 pound man.&amp;nbsp; It was excruciating and awe inspiring all at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9zo5jrBLsI/Tc12paV_JNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZdLtNGp05Fc/s1600/2115738.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9zo5jrBLsI/Tc12paV_JNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZdLtNGp05Fc/s1600/2115738.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't think it was appropriate to take a picture of her during the fit, so we'll use this as a visual.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I couldn't find the camera or I totally would have taken a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30 minute scream fest ensued ( I took advice from the above mentioned Dr. Phil and did not raise my voice, but oh was it tempting!) and I am proud to say I was victorious!&amp;nbsp; Not sure what I was victorious in because she and I had both forgotten what the initial struggle was about, but I am victorious none the less.&amp;nbsp; My sweet little angel has been returned to me and is sleeping soundly in her bed, which happened without struggle as well!&amp;nbsp; I celebrated with a brownie, or 3.&amp;nbsp; Why is it my favorite capri jeans from last year don't fit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of brownies!&amp;nbsp; My BFF Pioneer Woman has the most amazingly delicious, WOW inducing,&amp;nbsp; ooey gooey goodness, recipe.&amp;nbsp; You must try this.&amp;nbsp; If you're dieting, stop. Eat 1 or 5, then go for a jog.&amp;nbsp; There IS NO excuse to not try these brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/05/knock-you-naked-brownies/"&gt; http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/05/knock-you-naked-brownies/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would insert a picture of them here but I ate them all.&amp;nbsp; Don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestie also gave me Wednesday's dinner entree, which, say it with me now, tasted WOW!&amp;nbsp; Try this. Now.&amp;nbsp; Why are you sitting here still reading? Go, Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/04/Cajun-chicken-pasta/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/04/Cajun-chicken-pasta/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me cooking it, proof that I am indeed wonder woman, &lt;i&gt;(she cooks, she cleans, she is raising the next generation, she speaks French and Spanish!)&lt;/i&gt; The steam melted all my make up off, I am usually not this glowing!&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/-mwlkiFsllvA/Tc14HeeEsmI/AAAAAAAAACE/RNYUsAej3oY/s1600/Random+2011+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwlkiFsllvA/Tc14HeeEsmI/AAAAAAAAACE/RNYUsAej3oY/s320/Random+2011+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The glossy look on my face has nothing to do with the empty bottle of wine in the background...I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I know that Ree, AKA, the Pioneer Woman, and I are not actually best friends, we haven't met yet, or we totally would be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-4358738616630782253?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4358738616630782253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-that-make-you-say-wow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4358738616630782253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4358738616630782253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-that-make-you-say-wow.html' title='Things that make you say WOW'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9zo5jrBLsI/Tc12paV_JNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZdLtNGp05Fc/s72-c/2115738.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3884381945228183932</id><published>2011-05-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:07:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to be Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>All too often I get in a mood. You know the kind, you feel sorry for yourself because something didn't go your way, or you didn't get exactly what you wanted, or your favorite capri jeans from last summer are so ridiculously tight they might actually cut off circulation kind of mood.&amp;nbsp; It's way easier to pout about it, but why not try to think of the things you are thankful for, rather than dwelling on what didn't go your way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So today, here is what I am thankful for...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine and warm weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful, fragrant, flowering tree in my front yard, all though I have no idea what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have sense enough to know that just because you can get the jeans buttoned does not mean you should wear them in public &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glade fabric and air freshener that covers up the smell of my dog Daisy on our living room rug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comfy pants and maternity t-shirt I am wearing right now (no, I am not pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Scentsy warmer by the kitchen sink that is covering up the horrible smell coming from the kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful card I got from my husband for Mother's day, the same man who doesn't believe in cards or Hallmark, or holidays made up by Hallmark for the purpose of selling cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation I had with a great friend yesterday after getting my spirit lifted at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attic fan that sent the cool breeze throughout the house last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Choice Sweet Asian Pot stickers frozen meal I am about to devour for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it only took 35 minutes to get Ally to stay in her bed and fall asleep for nap time today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I am NOT thankful for...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big girl bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3884381945228183932?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3884381945228183932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3884381945228183932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3884381945228183932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Things to be Thankful for...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-3514203693604444564</id><published>2011-05-07T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:15:50.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to get sappy for a minute...</title><content type='html'>OK, a little sap is warranted.&amp;nbsp; It is after all Mother's day weekend.&amp;nbsp; The one day a year we honor the woman who gave us life.&amp;nbsp; Shouldn't we do that all the time?&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/-qKx8bxAAKWY/TcWYscBf6qI/AAAAAAAAABk/cAmvcZFGvp4/s1600/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKx8bxAAKWY/TcWYscBf6qI/AAAAAAAAABk/cAmvcZFGvp4/s320/scan0002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is amazing.&amp;nbsp; I'm not only saying that because I am ALOT like her, but because she truly is an incredible woman.&amp;nbsp; And I am going to tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago she decided to go back to school and get her degree.&amp;nbsp; Last Wednesday after 7 years of homework, tests, and presentations, she made good on that promise to herself, she finished her last college class!&amp;nbsp; She never gave up and I am so extremely proud of her for it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's laugh is contagious, infectious actually.&amp;nbsp; We can always find something to laugh about.&amp;nbsp; I love it when she laughs so hard she snorts, sorry mom, but it's cute.&amp;nbsp; She never takes herself too seriously and is never apologetic for who she is.&amp;nbsp; Just being with her makes me feel comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NfgD63MfQg/TcWYrl_s6UI/AAAAAAAAABg/T92zZ07TVU0/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NfgD63MfQg/TcWYrl_s6UI/AAAAAAAAABg/T92zZ07TVU0/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is funny. She is sweet and kind to others. She is supportive. She is always and has always been there for me.&amp;nbsp; She has let me cry on her shoulder, and reassured me that life is never as hard as it seems at that moment.&amp;nbsp; She has loved so deeply and IS loved so deeply.&amp;nbsp; She has given me my faith and strength in my life.&amp;nbsp; She is the most amazing Nana I could imagine for my daughter, and the look in my daughters eyes when her "Nanny" shows up brings tears to my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4H9rBSBffI8/TcWaAZbTf2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Vx7aEpFk0t0/s1600/Mom+and+Ally.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4H9rBSBffI8/TcWaAZbTf2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Vx7aEpFk0t0/s320/Mom+and+Ally.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not express how blessed I am to have such an amazing woman in my life and how lucky I am to call her my mom.&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9OIiN88sJU/TcWYo0zYtZI/AAAAAAAAABc/CCMddX1Wr0o/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9OIiN88sJU/TcWYo0zYtZI/AAAAAAAAABc/CCMddX1Wr0o/s320/scan0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't type anymore because I am sitting here crying like a baby just thinking about how special this woman is.&amp;nbsp; So in the words of the great Celine Dion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach &lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you it was sappy.&amp;nbsp; Happy Mother's day to all the wonderful mom's out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-3514203693604444564?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/3514203693604444564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-going-to-get-sappy-for-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3514203693604444564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/3514203693604444564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-going-to-get-sappy-for-minute.html' title='I&apos;m going to get sappy for a minute...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKx8bxAAKWY/TcWYscBf6qI/AAAAAAAAABk/cAmvcZFGvp4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-8073223173285575940</id><published>2011-05-04T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:19:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in May...</title><content type='html'>It's finally here...May! Summer is so close we can taste it. The sun was shining today and I woke up in a good mood!&amp;nbsp; Just Ally and me, all day until Jon got home from work.&amp;nbsp; What would we do today?&amp;nbsp; Well we started out with breakfast and Curious George (I said I wouldn't mention him...much), then it was the task of getting diapers changed (Ally's, not mine), hair combed, and clothes on. Sounds simple enough, not! This whole process takes us about an hour and a half.&amp;nbsp; Ally is independent, I am impatient.&amp;nbsp; Finally 9:30 and we are out the door!&amp;nbsp; First stop the library to return books, right after I turn the car around and go back to the house to get said books to return...9:45 and we are on our way!&amp;nbsp; Library...explaining to Ally that we are not going in just dropping off(she has a cold, don't want to infect other kids), this is met with whining, she will get over it.&amp;nbsp; Now off to TJ Maxx.&amp;nbsp; With Mothers Day and a birthday party this weekend, we HAVE to go shopping. Bummer.&amp;nbsp; 30 minutes spent in the toy section, Ally has loaded everything she can get her hands on into the cart, I have unloaded everything back onto the shelves. Gifts found, mission accomplished.&amp;nbsp; I thought Ally would enjoy some sunshine so we stopped at the park on the way home, she did enjoy the sunshine, I did not enjoy the cold gusty breeze. I forgot my jacket.&amp;nbsp; Back in the car 15 minutes later and home we go.&amp;nbsp; It's about lunch time.&amp;nbsp; Lunch time in my house is not usually fun.&amp;nbsp; Any "eating" time is usually not fun.&amp;nbsp; Ally isn't a good eater. Never has been.&amp;nbsp; I make wonderful, delicious meals for her, she pushes them away.&amp;nbsp; The usual frustration follows, I try not to force her to eat.&amp;nbsp; She's been this way for almost 3 years, you would think I would get over it and realize she will eat when she is hungry.&amp;nbsp; I do not.&amp;nbsp; Not to worry...nap time is upon us...time for some relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...ah yes. The big girl bed.&amp;nbsp; My favorite. Ally now has the freedom to get up as she pleases.&amp;nbsp; Getting her to stay in her bed for nap time takes about 45 minutes today.&amp;nbsp; Now for that relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...laundry, and dishwasher, etc.&amp;nbsp; I did get in some crafty craft time today though.&amp;nbsp; As well as a head start on dinner...which was another recipe from my new friend The Pioneer Woman, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/10/three-cheese-stuffed-shells-with-meaty-tomato-sauce/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/10/three-cheese-stuffed-shells-with-meaty-tomato-sauce/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is home, little play time with the family, the usual struggle to get Ally to eat her dinner. She ate her corn, maybe she will be vegan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More play time and a little laundry later and it's nearing 7:30.&amp;nbsp; Just so happens tonight is Book Club night.&amp;nbsp; Which also means Daddy/Ally time.&amp;nbsp; I get to chat about our book of the month, The Survivors Club,&amp;nbsp; Jon gets to bond with his daughter.&amp;nbsp; Thus ends another day in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios ( I also speak a little Spanish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-8073223173285575940?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8073223173285575940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-day-in-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8073223173285575940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8073223173285575940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-day-in-may.html' title='Another day in May...'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-7757294967641817757</id><published>2011-05-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:23:56.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a minute?</title><content type='html'>Check out my new Decorating and DIY page!&amp;nbsp; I just posted a new DIY project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type my daughter is waking up from her nap...thus ends my blogging session for the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&amp;nbsp; (I speak a little french)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-7757294967641817757?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/7757294967641817757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/got-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/7757294967641817757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/7757294967641817757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/got-minute.html' title='Got a minute?'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-4801025022627399897</id><published>2011-05-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:52:21.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a Dyson!</title><content type='html'>Vacuums are supposed to suck up the dirt, right?&amp;nbsp; Just wondering cause mine seems to blow it all around then plant it directly back on the floor.&amp;nbsp; I want a Dyson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or a hairless dog and mess free kid.&amp;nbsp; I think I have more luck with the vacuum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I communicate this want every morning to Ally, maybe she will come through for Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-4801025022627399897?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4801025022627399897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-dyson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4801025022627399897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4801025022627399897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-dyson.html' title='I want a Dyson!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-4741409200164082975</id><published>2011-05-03T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:13:00.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine recently turned me on to The Pioneer Woman.&amp;nbsp; I have fallen in love.&amp;nbsp; This woman is amazing, she home schools, cooks, lives on a ranch, and is married to a cowboy.&amp;nbsp; Enough said.&amp;nbsp; Check out the site...You too will be smitten: &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;thepioneerwoman.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set a goal to make at least one of her recipes each week.&amp;nbsp; This week it was three. Tonight it was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57xfAz2-Mjc/TcC1hE9EVkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FmL5S6hCAs4/s320/Random+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beef and Bean burritos...YUM!&amp;nbsp; Recipe: &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/07/brown-hot-and-plenty-of-it-vol-i/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/07/brown-hot-and-plenty-of-it-vol-i/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my new friend might make me gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Jon would look good in chaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-4741409200164082975?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/4741409200164082975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/pioneer-woman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4741409200164082975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/4741409200164082975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/pioneer-woman.html' title='Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57xfAz2-Mjc/TcC1hE9EVkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FmL5S6hCAs4/s72-c/Random+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-1354237807428993161</id><published>2011-05-03T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:13:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...Bedtime</title><content type='html'>To quote my one of my daughters bedtime stories..."After a hug and a kiss, off goes the light. We love you sleepy head, goodnight, sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except in our house when off goes the light means Ally is in and out of her bed screaming at the top of her lungs "COVER ME UP" for an hour. Up, down, covers, no covers.&amp;nbsp; I despise the big girl bed. If it were up to me, Ally would be in a crib until her 10th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...Bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-1354237807428993161?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/1354237807428993161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/ahhbedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/1354237807428993161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/1354237807428993161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/ahhbedtime.html' title='Ahh...Bedtime'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-6060712581531516215</id><published>2011-05-03T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:53:15.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft project for the day...Paper Sombreros!</title><content type='html'>With Cinco de Mayo a few days away we (my daughter and the little boy I babysit) made paper sombreros!&amp;nbsp; They look more like pirate hats...but we still had fun!&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/-6wXRMnM1w68/TcBO9oi18zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/79VNoa93JI0/s1600/Craft+Time+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wXRMnM1w68/TcBO9oi18zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/79VNoa93JI0/s320/Craft+Time+007.jpg" width="320" /&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/-so5naP1ouJU/TcBPD0Uk1pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3f6wKC2gnGc/s1600/Craft+Time+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so5naP1ouJU/TcBPD0Uk1pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3f6wKC2gnGc/s320/Craft+Time+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-6060712581531516215?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/6060712581531516215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/craft-project-for-daypaper-sombreros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6060712581531516215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/6060712581531516215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/craft-project-for-daypaper-sombreros.html' title='Craft project for the day...Paper Sombreros!'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wXRMnM1w68/TcBO9oi18zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/79VNoa93JI0/s72-c/Craft+Time+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295823944879092337.post-8440023571799145321</id><published>2011-05-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:38:30.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world are you going to blog about?</title><content type='html'>That was the question my husband Jon asked me when I brought up the topic of starting a blog.&amp;nbsp; As if a stay at home mom to a 3 year old daughter would have nothing to talk about but Curious George and Barbies!&amp;nbsp; I assure you, cartoons and toys will not be mentioned in this blog (much)!&amp;nbsp; This is for me, a kind of self discovery kind of project.&amp;nbsp; For a while now I have been yearning to do something for me!&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I am completely in love with staying home with my beautiful daughter.&amp;nbsp; I consider myself blessed to have this opportunity and thankful that my husband agreed with this decision.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't mean I have to let go of me!&amp;nbsp; Who is me and what will this blog be about, you might be wondering...well Me is a (soon to be) 28 year old.&amp;nbsp; I am a wife and mother. I'd like to say I am the modern day June Cleaver, but I am not.&amp;nbsp; Some days I don't get out of my pj's let alone put on a dress, apron and pumps! But I do clean the house every day, I have a 3 year old, a husband and a dog...I just have to!&amp;nbsp; I try to cook dinner for my husband every night, it might be hot dogs and macaroni, but it's hot and on the table!&amp;nbsp; I do NOT get out of bed before my husband to make coffee or greet him at the door with a kiss, sounds good in theory, but I just don't do it.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I will settle for some June Cleaver qualities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most amazing family, ever! Hands down.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in a small town in Missouri. My mom is one of 12, my dad is one of 4. We all mostly lived within a few miles of each other.&amp;nbsp; This is the way to grow up, let me tell you, we had fun!&amp;nbsp; I'll delve more into my family later, but we are awesome!&amp;nbsp; I have amazing friends. The kind of friends everyone needs.&amp;nbsp; I have friends who I shop with, friends who I drink with, friends who I complain to, friends who I cry to, and all are friends I laugh with!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE to decorate.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly rearranging, painting, buying, and making things for my house. I would love to make a profession of it.&amp;nbsp; In another life I think I should have been a rodeo queen.&amp;nbsp; I love all things country.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love to try new recipes and sometimes am creative enough to come up with my own, not going to lie...my pancakes will rock your world!&amp;nbsp; So, what am I going to blog about? My adventures of staying home with a toddler, being the fabulous wife that I am, decorating, recipes, ideas, tips and tricks. Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295823944879092337-8440023571799145321?l=channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/feeds/8440023571799145321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-in-world-are-you-going-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8440023571799145321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295823944879092337/posts/default/8440023571799145321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channelingjunecleaver.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-in-world-are-you-going-to-blog.html' title='What in the world are you going to blog about?'/><author><name>ChannelingJuneCleaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00321075940436008155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVWaZ730MU/TcGIj_W_qqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kc01JyDPuew/s220/June-cleaver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
