<?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-5832165</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:50:10.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks In My Bra</title><subtitle type='html'>little things in life that make me uncomfortable</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5886819601190916022</id><published>2012-01-24T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:50:10.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney 2012</title><summary type='text'>This post was supposed to have a TON of pictures but blogger hates me right now so we'll see if I can get them up later.Not a great start to the new blogging year.  Honestly  the only thing worth blogging about was this and we were gone so at least I have that for an excuse.  We decided to take a longer Disney trip this year and went for 10 days instead of our usual 5 or 6.  Granted we weren't in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5886819601190916022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5886819601190916022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5886819601190916022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5886819601190916022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2012/01/disney-2012.html' title='Disney 2012'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5254510233978301906</id><published>2012-01-03T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:55:23.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Botheration!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm so behind.  On what?  Pretty much everything.  Except worrying.  I've got that covered.  I "am" homeschooling Isabella this year.  It's been hit or miss since Thanksgiving.  After that break it kind of snowballed into Nutcracker, my birthday, Christmas, New Years, and now vacation.  Hopefully her brightness will make up for my laziness.   Em is delayed.  I know that isn't new news for anyone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5254510233978301906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5254510233978301906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5254510233978301906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5254510233978301906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2012/01/botheration.html' title='Botheration!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-898761284070287393</id><published>2011-12-24T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:40:08.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Daughter Date</title><summary type='text'>So things have been happening here.  I just didn't feel like typing them out.  Not that they were bad, which is my usual reason for not wanting to update.  I just didn't feel like it.  Sorry.  Anyway, here is one of the things we have done.  The week of Nutcracker was super crazy.  With lots of curlers, tears, makeup ,costumes and pictures.   In the midst of  all of that Emmeline's official </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/898761284070287393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=898761284070287393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/898761284070287393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/898761284070287393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/12/mommy-daughter-date.html' title='Mommy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QHXf9i_WRo/TvYnoQ2NVqI/AAAAAAAABUc/j835bHMi_AI/s72-c/2011-12-08_14-32-25_715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2930986941596621108</id><published>2011-12-14T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:33:17.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, That's What You Look Like"</title><summary type='text'>At Emmeline's last Ophthamologist visit he told us she would need glasses in the next year.  He thought she would be fine until she went into school and told us to call him if she wouldn't stay back from the TV.  In only a couple of months she was as close as she could get to the TV without sitting on the entertainment center (which she has tried).  So the girls and I went in to get her glasses.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2930986941596621108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2930986941596621108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2930986941596621108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2930986941596621108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-thats-what-you-look-like.html' title='&quot;Oh, That&apos;s What You Look Like&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDe2CkHo5Y/TukVlYU0iEI/AAAAAAAABUE/VIIIRJlteOg/s72-c/2011-12-03_09-37-06_174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2421170715440234722</id><published>2011-12-13T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:57:26.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Learning</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago (yes I know I'm behind)  I took the girls plus Isa's friend A with us to the Forth Worth Museum of Nature And Science.  We got a family membership back in March 2011 and this was our first time back.  I had to clear our schedule of all Emmeline's therapies which is a feat in and of itself but it was totally worth it.  Not only did we get out of the house but it wasn't to a store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2421170715440234722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2421170715440234722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2421170715440234722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2421170715440234722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-learning.html' title='A Little Learning'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGbRxkKQSOo/Tufx33_wwaI/AAAAAAAABTc/yCtaXaf8PXs/s72-c/2011-11-18_13-27-00_686%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2940256574148577323</id><published>2011-12-10T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:07:50.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret Society Of Silverware</title><summary type='text'>I might have OCD.  I say might because I know people that have OCD and they seem pretty crazy.  i mean, I'm crazy but I would like to think I'm not that bad.  As a matter of fact if I catch myself doing something compulsively I try to do the total opposite just to prove I can.  Just to prove it hasn't got me.  Maybe proving it doesn't have me is what has me?  It's a vicious cycle.One compulsive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2940256574148577323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2940256574148577323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2940256574148577323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2940256574148577323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-secret-society-of-silverware.html' title='My Secret Society Of Silverware'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-9026804028166675951</id><published>2011-11-29T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:43:57.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hold It In</title><summary type='text'>I Usually try to keep my sadnessPent up inside where it can festerquietly as mental illness When I saw that quote a couple days ago I thought it pretty much explained me.  And it does.  Occasionally that sadness breaks through and comes out as yucky, slimy, puffy crying sessions.  I try to have these sessions in private but sometimes they catch me by surprise.  It feels like when I was pregnant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/9026804028166675951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=9026804028166675951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/9026804028166675951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/9026804028166675951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-hold-it-in.html' title='Just Hold It In'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-8506363538964837517</id><published>2011-11-19T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:15:53.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Shouldn't Watch Current TV And I May Have Said Too Much</title><summary type='text'>I am a bad parent when I watch current TV.  Back when I got hooked on Lost I realized I was either ignoring Isa so I could watch or I was putting her to bed insanely early just so I wouldn't feel guilty about ignoring her while I watched.  I of course failed and ended up feeling guilty anyway.  So like a good adult I quit watching.  It also helped that at that point I was totally fed up with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/8506363538964837517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8506363538964837517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8506363538964837517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8506363538964837517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-shouldnt-watch-current-tv-and-i.html' title='Why I Shouldn&apos;t Watch Current TV And I May Have Said Too Much'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1886001318843642048</id><published>2011-11-15T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:09:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Itchy</title><summary type='text'>For as long as I remember I have said I didn't like Christmas.  Well, all the things that seem to go with it really.  The silly sweaters, the gift pressure, especially the carols.  Yuck.  I was never sure why but they just made me feel gross.  This seemed to changed slightly when I had kids old enough to look forward to it.  When they get really excited I can't help but get excited with them.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1886001318843642048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1886001318843642048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1886001318843642048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1886001318843642048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-itchy.html' title='A Little Itchy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1650601190762152030</id><published>2011-11-08T16:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:07:13.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Seussy</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wish and hope and dreamOf things I want to BeNot just in my headBut where everyone could seeWhere the whole world could feelmy excitement and zealNot for an illusion But for a world that is realBut today it's not thereOr it's to small to viewNot just for me But also for youThere used to be energyAnd sparkle and lightBut now my poor heart feelsIt's not worth the fightThe fight to stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1650601190762152030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1650601190762152030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1650601190762152030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1650601190762152030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-seussy.html' title='A Little Seussy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-6636414927415935079</id><published>2011-11-04T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:27:37.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Milestone!</title><summary type='text'>At the beginning of this year I set a goal for myself.  I wanted to revive my blog.  I had never really totally ignored it but it like so many things had become neglected and that caused me to lose connection with people and things I enjoyed.  So, I am happy to announce that this blog post is #64 this year!!!  That is exactly double my previous annual post high of 32 in 2004 when Isabella was 1!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/6636414927415935079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=6636414927415935079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6636414927415935079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6636414927415935079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-milestone.html' title='My Milestone!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-32524764019321905</id><published>2011-11-01T14:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:13:32.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The See Ya Later</title><summary type='text'>I have tried to write this post many, many times.  I never make it past looking at the pictures though.  I really hate crying and every time i try and sift though them I cry.  I had never even heard of ECI/CDSA  until we were being discharged from the hospital.  We were lucky to have a great social worker during discharge because I have heard stories of others who were so lucky.  She set </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/32524764019321905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=32524764019321905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/32524764019321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/32524764019321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/11/see-ya-later.html' title='The See Ya Later'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c3X-8xrrSnQ/TrCGQYViy4I/AAAAAAAABR4/sRNnGJHZMeo/s72-c/septoct2011%2B094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2555874429028514534</id><published>2011-10-31T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:21:14.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Season of Remembering</title><summary type='text'>Like I said in a previous post, the fall reminds me of Emmeline being in the hospital.  Most of that makes me feel better but one thing sticks out like a sore thumb and kind of ruins it.  Halloween.  On this day 3 years ago I made what I was told was a life saving decision.  Maybe it was.  I'll never know.  All I do know is I am full of regret.  I can't help but feel that if we had given her a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2555874429028514534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2555874429028514534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2555874429028514534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2555874429028514534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-season-of-remembering.html' title='My Season of Remembering'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3480759529729023951</id><published>2011-10-26T15:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:55:05.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Day!!</title><summary type='text'>Emmeline's riding lessons are usually on Friday mornings.  Josh has class.  Emmeline's instructor and I have been trying to convince him to skip said class and come watch her ride.  She is being super cute these days on Eeyore and we really wanted him to see in person.  No such luck.  Apparently professors think Phd classes are really important or something.  Totally unreasonable.Well, last week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3480759529729023951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3480759529729023951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3480759529729023951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3480759529729023951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddy-day.html' title='Daddy Day!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRKkOFwAR4/TqhldkT93SI/AAAAAAAABMw/mfzThFGryvA/s72-c/septoct2011%2B166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2716291009631426289</id><published>2011-10-25T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:18:44.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkining</title><summary type='text'>I love pumpkin patches!  They kind of force me to feel fall.  Unless it's hot then my brain kind of freaks out.  We were lucky enough to have a cool streak this week so it ended up being the perfect week to go to the patch.  Well, except that we had 3 other appointments that morning.  :( .  So I canceled 2 of the 3 and off we went.  It wasn't as cool as the patch we went to for homeschool days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2716291009631426289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2716291009631426289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2716291009631426289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2716291009631426289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkining.html' title='Pumpkining'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Pb9vI50bJ0/TqdCcUPXMUI/AAAAAAAABKI/b66oP--nzB4/s72-c/septoct2011%2B205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5095655903941136945</id><published>2011-10-17T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:37:34.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived and Cool</title><summary type='text'>Whenever the weather gets cool and I don't get much sleep it makes me reminisce.  I think of Emmeline shortly after she was born.  When she was doing her very best to scare us to death.  I should have known that she was just messing with me.  No matter what we did it always seemed like she was in total control.  That she could "stop" at anytime and we could all go home.  We did what we thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5095655903941136945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5095655903941136945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5095655903941136945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5095655903941136945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleep-deprived-and-cool.html' title='Sleep Deprived and Cool'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4287655697435708077</id><published>2011-10-07T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:13:00.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato, Boxed Velveeta Dinner?</title><summary type='text'>When someone asks me what they can save money on couponing I always tell them the same thing. Not healthy food.  Personal care items will be raining from the sky.  I have the more razors, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, toothbrushes, floss, lotion, body wash, you name I have more of it then cabinet space.  Let me clarify a bit.  By healthy food I mean something that is not processed, carb heavy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4287655697435708077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4287655697435708077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4287655697435708077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4287655697435708077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomato-boxed-velveeta-dinner.html' title='Tomato, Boxed Velveeta Dinner?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7747118711154843414</id><published>2011-10-02T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:35:29.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought You Meant Someone On The AH List</title><summary type='text'>At dinner the other night I asked Josh if he could  have his picture taken with any celebrity of the opposite sex who would it be.  He answered pretty quickly that he would pick Catherine Zeta-Jones.  I have to admit I was surprised.  I figured it would be Christine Taylor or a Deschanel sister.Then he asked me who I would choose.  When I answered that I would probably choose Michael Shanks, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7747118711154843414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7747118711154843414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7747118711154843414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7747118711154843414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-thought-you-meant-someone-on-ah-list.html' title='I Thought You Meant Someone On The AH List'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UMJ4nMMJao/Tohz1TuCGII/AAAAAAAABEU/BjxkioZxyos/s72-c/mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1880893136385988845</id><published>2011-09-30T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:28:17.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dry Well</title><summary type='text'>I find this sentiment applies to multiple areas of my life right now.   First I can't seem to come up with clever or interesting blog posts.  Is my life really that boring?  I feel really busy but I guess deep down I know it's a busy that no one else really wants to hear about.  Next it applies to close local friends.  It is super hard for me to make and keep close friends now days.  I just end </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1880893136385988845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1880893136385988845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1880893136385988845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1880893136385988845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/dry-well.html' title='The Dry Well'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-670401651842753383</id><published>2011-09-24T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:16:56.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa's Bridging Ceremony</title><summary type='text'>Isa had her re-dedication/bridging ceremony today for Girl Scouts.    It was super cute.  I a m so glad she loves Girl Scouts like I do.  We are super excited for her first troop camp out in October!  She had several big roles and felt very important.Job #1 Color GuardShe was very worried she would be late and the flag would touch the ground.The Girl Scout pledgeJob #2 reading part about what the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/670401651842753383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=670401651842753383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/670401651842753383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/670401651842753383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/isas-bridging-ceremony.html' title='Isa&apos;s Bridging Ceremony'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTpuO5PtO0g/Tn5t8xz3NrI/AAAAAAAABDs/OWbjtXnalc8/s72-c/2011-09-24_15-35-28_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4278490916549821494</id><published>2011-09-23T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:07:29.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've Done This Before Right?"</title><summary type='text'>So, when I went to do my couponing on Monday I was pretty bummed that they were completely out of pretzel M&amp;Ms.  I ,you see, had the prefect scenario where  I would only be paying .25 per bag.  So, I decided to wait until the truck came in later in the week in hopes they would replenish their pretzel M&amp;M stock.  I went in today with the girls for my precious M&amp;Ms.  They only had one bag.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4278490916549821494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4278490916549821494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4278490916549821494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4278490916549821494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/youve-done-this-before-right.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve Done This Before Right?&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5366859326767323504</id><published>2011-09-20T19:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:44:53.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morgue</title><summary type='text'>I think I am reaching that point of a beating where you just lay there and hope they think you are dead and leave you alone.  That if you don't fight they will think they won and finally stop.  I feel like most of my last 7 years have been one beating after another.    I must have screwed over someone really important without noticing and now karma has come for me.  I look old and what's even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5366859326767323504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5366859326767323504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5366859326767323504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5366859326767323504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/morgue.html' title='The Morgue'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4876947369509351512</id><published>2011-09-12T09:02:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:56:20.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life So Far</title><summary type='text'>So, Em is 3.  I feel old.  She is old.  We are going through a lot of changes.  i am in denial a bout most of them.  I am unsure about a lot of things right now.  One thing i know for sure is that my little 3 year old AWESOME!!!  she has come amazingly far in her 3 short years.  I couldn't find some of the pictures i wanted.  I honestly felt like we didn't take that many pictures of Emmeline.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4876947369509351512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4876947369509351512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4876947369509351512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4876947369509351512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-so-far.html' title='A Life So Far'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nare6MBBXGo/Tm4gZaEuxdI/AAAAAAAAA80/Rx3DX3xF6rA/s72-c/IMG_4830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-787692807163968290</id><published>2011-09-02T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:41:37.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Organized</title><summary type='text'>I like to know where things are and I usually do.  At any given moment if josh or isa ask where to find something i know where about 85% of the time.  during the reorganization re-haul on the house a few weeks ago i made sure everything had a place and was in it's place.  my big problem is...i don't remember the places i put everything.  i'm sure at the time my reasoning to place something where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/787692807163968290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=787692807163968290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/787692807163968290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/787692807163968290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-organized.html' title='Too Organized'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-196364205088602642</id><published>2011-08-16T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:49:09.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The This'</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick.  It might be this, this, this, or this.  the problem I have is that i also have this and when doctors hear that they stop listening.  i can see their point.  why waste their time?  it's all in my head right?gosh i hope so.  that would be so much easier. but in reality i have had anxiety for as long as i can remember.  i'm an old pro at it. i know how it feels.  i have never felt like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/196364205088602642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=196364205088602642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/196364205088602642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/196364205088602642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/08/this.html' title='The This&apos;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-559198062574663574</id><published>2011-08-08T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:29:10.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><summary type='text'>so, I pretty much failed my blog goals this year.  well, one of them.  i really wanted to keep up with this blog a little better then i have the last month or so.  i have been busy but nothing out of the ordinary.  my drive just wasn't there.  i already had to live it, i didn't want to re-live it by typing it all out.  anyway.em's cardiology appointment went well overall.  we aren't having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/559198062574663574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=559198062574663574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/559198062574663574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/559198062574663574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-183327817677130643</id><published>2011-07-21T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:07:07.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With The Old (does that mean I can leave yet?)</title><summary type='text'>I have a ton to do.  Nothing I can do right now mind you.  That would be to easy.  It would also keep my brain busy so I don't go insane but where is the fun in that right?  A lot of things are going down that make me sad.  As we all know I don't really do emotions (as least not well) so this will most likely get ugly.  I have tons of therapy and doctors appointments in the next week or so.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/183327817677130643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=183327817677130643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/183327817677130643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/183327817677130643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-with-old-does-that-mean-i-can-leave.html' title='Out With The Old (does that mean I can leave yet?)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2660891264536539170</id><published>2011-07-12T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:44:21.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blah</title><summary type='text'>i am feeling kind of blog blah.  if that wasn't already painfully obvious.  i can either go two ways.  a picture post which at this point in our vacation seems totally overwhelming, or doing a "how i feel" post and those usually get ugly.  so here i am.  stuck and sick and tired.on an up side my mystery joint pain and swelling seem to have gone away but seems to have left nausea behind.  our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2660891264536539170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2660891264536539170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2660891264536539170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2660891264536539170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-blah.html' title='Blog Blah'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3410257649016921405</id><published>2011-06-20T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:42:48.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Added Incentive?</title><summary type='text'>So, I can't help but notice that i got no comments on the last post.  This leads me to think that I didn't interest anyone enough to try it. Or maybe everyone one who reads my blog is already cooking something new for their families every night?  I'm not judging but i doubt it.  I thought I might add a point of interest to motivate you.  Not that most people who read this blog need to even been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3410257649016921405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3410257649016921405' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3410257649016921405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3410257649016921405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/06/added-incentive.html' title='Added Incentive?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1417909119643097211</id><published>2011-06-16T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:22:44.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Modified Challenge</title><summary type='text'>A blog I follow, Give Them Roots, is doing a challenge. It sounded interesting so i thought i would give it a try.  i changed the rules a bit to better fit my situation. one of the changes is a VERY, VERY bad habit.  we do not usually eat together at the table.  i feel extra guilty about this change because i really do know how important 'family at the table' meals are.  my reasoning to not do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1417909119643097211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1417909119643097211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1417909119643097211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1417909119643097211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/06/modified-challenge.html' title='A Modified Challenge'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1974327976292936108</id><published>2011-06-13T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:18:29.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished</title><summary type='text'>The project took FOREVER!!!!!!  i thought i would be able to crank it out in a long weekend but i didn't take into account how long paint needs to cure before you put anything on it.  anyway.  my sister terra originally got my nana's dining room set.  this included a table that seats 6 with chairs and a hutch.  neither were really my style but we didn't have a table so when terra offered it to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1974327976292936108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1974327976292936108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1974327976292936108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1974327976292936108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-finished.html' title='Finally Finished'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ra8MKwoPzVU/TfZosmkfW3I/AAAAAAAAA44/SWA5QFOXmdY/s72-c/may31%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7238154323850281120</id><published>2011-06-07T15:21:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:58:36.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa's Birthdays</title><summary type='text'>As usual Isa had multiple birthday "things" this year.  i think i made 3 separate birthday desserts and that was only by the time she got to the family party she opted for ice cream. i wont go into how old i feel on this birthday.  but i do.before we do the party pictures i want to show you why i feel old.I'm just saying. anyway here we go.school birthday!  as i said in my previous post.  Isa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7238154323850281120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7238154323850281120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7238154323850281120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7238154323850281120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/06/isas-birthdays.html' title='Isa&apos;s Birthdays'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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type='text'>The Things I Do For This Face (a little more appetizing)</title><summary type='text'>last year Isa wasn't in school on her birthday.  she really missed being able to have a treat at school with her friends.  this year her birthday falls on the last day of school so i was determined to do something.  i set up a date and time with her teacher.  then i made the mistake of asking her what she wanted me to bring.  first she wanted three different kinds of cupcakes with three different</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4957777697617189787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4957777697617189787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4957777697617189787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4957777697617189787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-do-for-this-face-little-more.html' title='The Things I Do For This Face (a little more appetizing)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSuHc3GYIOo/TeZy28AgHBI/AAAAAAAAA2s/758zjaggo1Y/s72-c/sept10%2B033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5325480373063080655</id><published>2011-05-31T16:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:53:13.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nastiness of You</title><summary type='text'>GRAPHIC PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!!!Em has been playing pretend with here baby a lot.  usually it is playing doctor.  she listens to her with a stethoscope and pats her and or me on the leg and says "K".  very cute. so when i saw this.i thought "oh how cute she is changing her diaper." once i got the other side i saw she wasn't."oh, she's is feeding her."  "WAIT!!! what is she feeding her?!?!"that's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5325480373063080655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5325480373063080655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5325480373063080655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5325480373063080655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/nastiness-of-you.html' title='The Nastiness of You'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeIDnv7lux0/TeVTLFQaFrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Sl6KFsP5eHA/s72-c/aprilmay2011%2B071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7665591424587046940</id><published>2011-05-24T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:48:46.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey on My Back</title><summary type='text'>This morning i felt like this guy was perched on my back.josh and i got some bad news.  i now it's going to kill my many readers but i'm not going to tell you what.  lets just say it would be something really hard for us to deal with and leave it at that.  we were/are pretty worried and miserable about it.  as i was doing my best to stay busy so i wouldn't think about it a friend/therapist called</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7665591424587046940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7665591424587046940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7665591424587046940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7665591424587046940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/monkey-on-my-back.html' title='The Monkey on My Back'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1J3H4ZkSR4/TdwVaZSlxAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AD8P9wwMY_Q/s72-c/gorilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3019163192297887082</id><published>2011-05-20T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:04:41.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIL!!!</title><summary type='text'>a week or two ago Isa experienced her first hail storm.  I loved these as a kid.  One time in particular my mom let us hold pots and pans on our head so we could run around and catch our own hail.  well, Isa wasn't so keep on being out there for that long but she did want to collect some to examine.  here is is making a run for hail.  i was on the porch directing her to the larger pieces.her bowl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3019163192297887082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3019163192297887082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3019163192297887082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3019163192297887082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/hail.html' title='HAIL!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z--a99aJtvQ/TdbWemtZFOI/AAAAAAAAA08/5dVYjftsjUU/s72-c/aprilmay2011%2B043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3582183768538342052</id><published>2011-05-17T19:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:25:48.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Day!</title><summary type='text'>yes this is super late but i FINALLY got a new monitor (mother's day gift) so i can post pictures that weren't taken with my cell phone again.brief explanation.  we didn't have Easter when i was a kid. don't get me wrong we celebrated the religious holiday we just didn't have an "Easter bunny".  instead we had the spring day bunny.  he would usually come on the Saturday closest to the first day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3582183768538342052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3582183768538342052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3582183768538342052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3582183768538342052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-day.html' title='Spring Day!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrnnGIORIQY/TdMAaCCloZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/pKOFZ--ZcWY/s72-c/aprilmay2011%2B047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7599325819728754409</id><published>2011-05-10T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:07:27.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Like a Hipster</title><summary type='text'>you have to admit, hipsters seem happy.  well, happier then i am.  generally.  they seem so young and vibrant.  it makes me feel old and stale.  did i ever look like them?  all posed and glowing at some hip party?  probably not.  should i just face that i have allowed my anxiety to completely cripple my entire life?  i would like to think i used to be quirky enough that i could have been one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7599325819728754409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7599325819728754409' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7599325819728754409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7599325819728754409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-like-hipster.html' title='Happy Like a Hipster'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2802549373320906082</id><published>2011-05-06T12:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:02:03.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my own rapunzel</title><summary type='text'>Isabella is the worst hair person ever!  if she even sees a hair brush come near her she bursts into tears and makes the most annoying noises.  she told me a few months ago that she was going to grow her hair down to her butt (thanks quentin).  i cringed and hoped it was just a phase.  well, after having lice 5 times this year in her class she had had enough of getting her hair brushed.  plus i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2802549373320906082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2802549373320906082' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2802549373320906082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2802549373320906082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-own-rapunzel.html' title='my own rapunzel'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HnPnsF4NrKM/TcQnAwNkUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/e3Sbxb7a7jE/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3075823872949146697</id><published>2011-04-30T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:57:27.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Champion :)</title><summary type='text'>so emmeline takes therapeutic riding lessons at Spirit Horse.  It is a non-profit riding center that provides FREE riding lessons for disabled kids.   Emmeline loves it!!! she has done really well there and is best friends with her horse Eeyore.  our biggest challenge so far is her sensory issue.  she really doesn't want to touch Eeyore with both of her hands at one time.  this is a problem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3075823872949146697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3075823872949146697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3075823872949146697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3075823872949146697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/champion.html' title='A Champion :)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DM2EULVSqgk/Tbwy-9SZcLI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6YUjw7LFFdE/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-6947043966182407103</id><published>2011-04-23T17:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:42:01.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>205 and 33</title><summary type='text'>so this is the 205 lifetime post for this blog and the 33 this year.  33 is an all time high for me!  i am really trying harder to be good about updating my blog.  usually what happens about now is that i start to think that no one really wants to hear about my life.  usually because it is to boring but now days i think it has more to do with the downer level.  i will do my best to do the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/6947043966182407103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=6947043966182407103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6947043966182407103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6947043966182407103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/205-and-33.html' title='205 and 33'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_MsCQ0fPp4/TbjTB72-tuI/AAAAAAAAAy8/JZoTGoEHqWU/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1177871544223878895</id><published>2011-04-21T08:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:13:58.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Good Years</title><summary type='text'>i was rushed when i went couponing yesterday morning.  Em had therapy at 9am and i knew if i waited until after therapy i would only be able to fit in walgreens or target instead of both.  well, walgreens was out of several of the items i wanted to i was going to get some rainchecks.  due to some unforeseen overage i ended up taking longer then expected and in my haste i forgot my rainchecks.  no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1177871544223878895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1177871544223878895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1177871544223878895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1177871544223878895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/14-good-years.html' title='14 Good Years'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4052617236011017204</id><published>2011-04-15T18:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:25:00.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Make It Through This Life, I Will Make It Through This Life...</title><summary type='text'>Let me start by saying that if anyone says "this too shall pass"  I will turn you into a bug, and put you in a box, then i'll put that box in another box, then i'll mail that box to myself and SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!!!!  OK let's get on with it.em wont swallow anything.  When i say anything i mean not even her spit.  Over that last two weeks i have watched my little villain deteriorate before my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4052617236011017204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4052617236011017204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4052617236011017204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4052617236011017204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-make-it-through-this-life-i-will.html' title='I Will Make It Through This Life, I Will Make It Through This Life...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7212597028060884620</id><published>2011-04-12T07:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:56:25.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my patriotic cutie</title><summary type='text'>so way back before spring break isa was asked to say the pledge of allegiance at the denton isd school board meeting.  she was very excited about it.  10 students out of her whole school were chosen so she felt pretty special.  she was very particular about her out fit. aunt terra sent her a little yellow jacket that she wears every chance she gets.  in fact she is wearing it today.  i have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7212597028060884620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7212597028060884620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7212597028060884620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7212597028060884620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-patriotic-cutie.html' title='my patriotic cutie'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mx3WO7Amu_4/TaR00f3vAcI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ii_ifg0JygA/s72-c/IMG_1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5740744354154618173</id><published>2011-04-08T13:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:35:42.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Adventure</title><summary type='text'>Ketoadicosis.  That is what my 2 year old had.  add VERY dehydrated and we had a BIG problem.  one urine cath and 2 blood draws later she seems to be stable.  we are waiting to hear back from her cardiologist to move further.  The GREAT news is she isn't diabetic!  there wasn't a huge chance of her having it but i have learned she likes to play the odds.  thankfully she has started eating a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5740744354154618173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5740744354154618173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5740744354154618173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5740744354154618173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/newest-adventure.html' title='The Newest Adventure'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5296586906730652990</id><published>2011-04-03T14:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:21:12.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things I've Done When I Wasn't Crying</title><summary type='text'>So I think it's pretty obvious from several of my previous posts that I cry more then the average adult woman.  But I am occasionally do things other then cry.  surprising i know but after a while i get pretty dehydrated so...here are a few things i did during my cry breaks.I built another book shelf!some time about a year ago i built the first one.  The plans had enough wood for two but i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5296586906730652990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5296586906730652990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5296586906730652990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5296586906730652990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/04/few-things-ive-done-when-i-wasnt-crying.html' title='A Few Things I&apos;ve Done When I Wasn&apos;t Crying'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLoT-FkEd-U/TZjhVgnxhsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RjxET_YGaQ8/s72-c/march2011%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1760928860805794348</id><published>2011-03-29T09:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:30:54.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>We didn't do quite as much this spring break as last year but we tried to do at least a few fun family things.  I already mentioned a few posts ago that we went to the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History.  We got a membership to the Dallas Nature and Science Museum last year for spring break so this year we opted to try Fort Worth.  This is it's second year open.  It ended up being smaller </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1760928860805794348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1760928860805794348' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1760928860805794348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1760928860805794348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-spring-break.html' title='A Little Spring Break'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdGuvNeQYhM/TZHmRzrxvLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vodZLIClD1Y/s72-c/march2011%2B073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7617997446592473123</id><published>2011-03-26T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:50:14.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><summary type='text'>i spend most of my time either cleaning or thinking about cleaning.  i think most moms of young children do.  we are either working our tails off trying to keep up or taking a break realizing how long it will take to catch up after we are done eating our well earned cookies.well, i was actually trying the "keeping up with things" today.  being cleaning day and all. as i got to the living room i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7617997446592473123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7617997446592473123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7617997446592473123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7617997446592473123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-8804498512752039158</id><published>2011-03-21T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:07:05.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Ago in a Kingdom Far Far Away...</title><summary type='text'>There lived a slightly butch brunette princess with a sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step.  she got to do lots of things she loved.  running, sleeping, scrapbooking, sewing, going to the park, playing in the yard, reading, going to school, and cooking.then one day a new queen came to her kingdom.  She was an evil queen.  the princess tired to make her happy but nothing would please the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/8804498512752039158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8804498512752039158' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8804498512752039158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8804498512752039158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-ago-in-kingdom-far-far-away.html' title='Long Ago in a Kingdom Far Far Away...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4166881830321295878</id><published>2011-03-16T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:52:01.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Later</title><summary type='text'>so...we went to the fort worth children's museum today.  It was pretty fun.  We got some cute pictures that i will be trying to post tomorrow.  I just had to post this annoying tidbit though.  Right after we got there and bought out tickets and Isa got into an activity, the fire alarm went off.  At first i thought it was a sound effect for one of the exhibits.  it was that quiet.  anyway that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4166881830321295878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4166881830321295878' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4166881830321295878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4166881830321295878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-later.html' title='More Later'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1153842005018439149</id><published>2011-03-11T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:23:25.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Doing It Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Yes that too, but that is another post.  Hehe.Anyway, kids shows now suck.  What are Tv executives thinking.  Are their choices for writers and creators that bad?  i feel like i am getting dumber and dumber the more kids shows i watch.  no wonder more kids have speech delays now then when we were kids.  These shows are killing their brain cells.  there are a few exceptions.  most of the shows on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1153842005018439149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1153842005018439149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1153842005018439149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1153842005018439149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-doing-it-wrong.html' title='You&apos;re Doing It Wrong'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-9113803267198093790</id><published>2011-03-09T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:57:11.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cute's Nemisis</title><summary type='text'>When Isabella was little we called her super cute.  Well, on her first birthday my super cool sister Katie Drew a picture of Isabella dressed as a super hero, cape and all.   She aptly named her Super Cute, the super hero who dazzles the world with her cuteness.  She also made her a little super hero outfit with a cape and everything.  very cool. In the movie Megamind there is a cool quote.  "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/9113803267198093790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=9113803267198093790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/9113803267198093790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/9113803267198093790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-cutes-nemisis.html' title='Super Cute&apos;s Nemisis'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5093553663295519445</id><published>2011-03-06T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:42:04.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><summary type='text'>When I was in college I took and educational psychology class during my very brief stint as an education major.  In this class we took a creativity test.  I got a zero.  That's right I have absolutely zero creativity.  When I tell people about it they usually say the same thing.  "Of course you have some creativity, everyone does!". Today Josh and I watched a TED speaker who talked about how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5093553663295519445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5093553663295519445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5093553663295519445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5093553663295519445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/zero.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3120325738267508775</id><published>2011-03-03T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:20:45.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Time</title><summary type='text'>We had almost a week off of school a few weeks ago because we got hit with quite the ice then snow storm.  in Texas.  i guess this stuff follows us.  either way it was great.  we had elephant ears, watched movies, and most importantly cuddled.  Isabella and Emmeline were very cute.  Isa LOVES being a big sister and Emmeline loves letting her.Isabella made a little bed for her in this laundry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3120325738267508775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3120325738267508775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3120325738267508775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3120325738267508775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuddle-time.html' title='Cuddle Time'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIffcoPeAeo/TW_amNgLnVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Y_gtgTVeDUk/s72-c/feb2011%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4155389093661002486</id><published>2011-02-26T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:20:37.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Em Abuses Me and Isa Asks Sweetly</title><summary type='text'>So Emmeline has been beyond terrible two's lately. She cries and screams for me and then when I come to her she hits and kicks me. I find the VERY overstimulating. It's like auditory torture for the first part and then physical for the next. All my senses hit overload. She wont have josh or Isa unless I'm not here and she has checked every room of the house for me. I went to the store the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4155389093661002486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4155389093661002486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4155389093661002486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4155389093661002486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-happens-when-em-abuses-me-and-isa.html' title='What Happens When Em Abuses Me and Isa Asks Sweetly'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RV5cCW-1sGA/TWltLr9XW9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/iF7VHoMDX4k/s72-c/feb2011%2B085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4232140250851654780</id><published>2011-02-24T17:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:31:04.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pinch</title><summary type='text'>So, I learned alot from my friend Jessika.  One of the most important was to take my health very seriously.  Today I did something I haven't done in 2.5 years. I know, too long.  Anyway.  I got my cervix pinched.  Of course that isn't what it's really called but that is totally what they do.  I mean if they called it a cervix pinching text who would get one?  Not this girl.  I think a dude named </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4232140250851654780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4232140250851654780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4232140250851654780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4232140250851654780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/pinch.html' title='The Pinch'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3826882267223188343</id><published>2011-02-22T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:30:58.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking?</title><summary type='text'>After we got he news about Em's ASD i started telling people she would  need surgery.  i let doctors, friends and family know.  after telling  people all day josh made a comment that i have often wondered about.  it  was along the lines that he would rather not plan of her having surgery  but hope that the hole might still close.  i took that as faith that  the hole would close.  maybe that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3826882267223188343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3826882267223188343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3826882267223188343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3826882267223188343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/lacking_22.html' title='Lacking?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4672333639705004068</id><published>2011-02-19T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:34:21.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Catch Phrase</title><summary type='text'>Most people know I really, really hate stupid people.  Now, that doesn't mean I don't like people who didn't get an education.  Although I only like them in moderation.  The people I am talking about are the people who think rules don't apply to them, don't use common sense and don't think before they speak, among other things.  I just have to patience for those who know better.Those that read my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4672333639705004068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4672333639705004068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4672333639705004068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4672333639705004068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-new-catch-phrase.html' title='My New Catch Phrase'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1716689804276806657</id><published>2011-02-17T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:16:32.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa's Valentine Party</title><summary type='text'>Even though em's doctors would probably frown about it, we went to isa's school party.  There are some things where i demand to be normal.  anyway, it was pretty fun.  really crazy since it is just one big sugar eating fest.  i managed to remember my camera for the first time ever.  this apparently made me look like a pro because the classroom mom roped me into taking head shots of all the kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1716689804276806657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1716689804276806657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1716689804276806657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1716689804276806657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/isas-valentine-party.html' title='Isa&apos;s Valentine Party'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CX8SpIIxcXQ/TV0rttVrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/cEisHe4hp-k/s72-c/feb2011%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1251798211882328815</id><published>2011-02-15T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:27:33.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Friend?</title><summary type='text'>So, Emmeline is FAR from being ready to potty train.  she has no idea what we are doing when we go to the bathroom, can't even approximate the word potty, and doesn't care when she is wet or dirty.  however, i have begun to realize with this kid that she makes me do something for about 6 months before she will pay attention to me about it.  it's like she is waiting to see if I'm serious about it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1251798211882328815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1251798211882328815' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1251798211882328815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1251798211882328815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-friend.html' title='A New Friend?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBqbxVGbzm4/TVrhMfNtQCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DmXG1DKa49E/s72-c/feb2011%2B062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5119693834941921723</id><published>2011-02-13T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:41:29.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping</title><summary type='text'>i have been in a real funk.  death is never an easy thing.  the circumstances  in this case make it even harder for me.  i find myself bursting into tears of rage and anger.  the kids keep looking at me weird.  the tears keep coming, and coming.  lucky i havn't burst into tears in front of a total stranger yet but it has only been two days.  i feel sick.  physically.  i can't seem to shake it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5119693834941921723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5119693834941921723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5119693834941921723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5119693834941921723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/stopping.html' title='Stopping'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1771879670658035467</id><published>2011-02-10T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:00:08.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dozen Boogie Robots!</title><summary type='text'>Isabella picked a really cute valentine this year for "us" to make.  They ended up being really complicated and time consuming. of course.  every time i looked at them i couldn't help but think of that line.  Boogie!!!!close up.  those aluminum foil arms were the bane of my existence.   and i had to make WAY more  then 1 dozen.this giant one is for her teacher.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1771879670658035467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1771879670658035467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1771879670658035467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1771879670658035467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/dozen-boogie-robots.html' title='A Dozen Boogie Robots!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQP6qnOHU7k/TVSzQ6FB0UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/27ZpdgWTApQ/s72-c/feb2011%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4109448353091186362</id><published>2011-02-08T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:48:36.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, Really Ridiculously Good Looking</title><summary type='text'>Taking pictures of emmeline is super hard.  lets be honest, when her head hangs over to the side like she does it makes her look super disabled.  That makes me sad and freaks  me out a little bit.  also, she is the WORST blinker in the world.  the red eye reducer gets her almost all of the time.  so, when i managed to get these shots, where her head isn't hanging to bad and her eyes were open (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4109448353091186362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4109448353091186362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4109448353091186362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4109448353091186362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/really-really-ridiculously-good-looking.html' title='Really, Really Ridiculously Good Looking'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TVH8bgxv2GI/AAAAAAAAAso/JQfmq2BmZrU/s72-c/feb2011%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2125445636883671052</id><published>2011-02-08T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:12:09.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's fault</title><summary type='text'>so... i have been collecting pictures to do a really cute post of emmeline and isa.  josh stole them last night and posted them to his facebook before i got to post them to my blog.  no, i hadn't waited a really long time to get them off the card either.  so, if you want to see them i guess you should go to his facebook.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2125445636883671052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2125445636883671052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2125445636883671052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2125445636883671052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/joshs-fault.html' title='Josh&apos;s fault'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3625809896147566888</id><published>2011-02-04T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:23:27.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY!?</title><summary type='text'>I HATE America's Funniest Videos!!!!!! the show consists of nothing but practical jokes, manipulation, crotch shots, and cruelty.  Why do people think it is so funny to watch someone be afraid or hurt?  josh and isa love it.  they even call me over to see ones they say are "so funny".  the one that sent me over the edge today though was one josh even rewound for me to see.  it was a baby.  very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3625809896147566888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3625809896147566888' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3625809896147566888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3625809896147566888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/why.html' title='WHY!?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4852399567095576955</id><published>2011-02-03T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:35:41.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blerg</title><summary type='text'>So Isa called to me from her room this morning while i was feeding Em to tell me she threw up.  great.  emmeline hasn't been feeling well this week.  she has been refusing to eat and waking up several times a night.  she never got a fever and she only puked after she gagged while eating so we weren't sure what was wrong with her.  well, she started to perk up yesterday morning but still wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4852399567095576955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4852399567095576955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4852399567095576955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4852399567095576955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/02/blerg.html' title='Blerg'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4584738051832152715</id><published>2011-01-31T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:39:30.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>really, really real?</title><summary type='text'>I might be in denial.  i should be alot more freaked out then i am, about pretty much everything.  this has been one crap week.  i post about how life is turning around for me and then boom.  i feel like the little boy at the beginning of despicable me.  you know.  the one who dropped his ice cream and then gru comes along and makes him a balloon animal only to pop it after watching the little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4584738051832152715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4584738051832152715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4584738051832152715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4584738051832152715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-really-real.html' title='really, really real?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-813398210303315067</id><published>2011-01-30T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:17:37.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day</title><summary type='text'>I was supposed to get to sleep in today.  But Emmeline didn't agree.  She cried and screamed until she not only woke up Isa but made in impossible to have any quiet.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.Then when i tried to feed Emmeline she decided she could do it all by herself.  she couldn't.after breakfast i tried to take a shower.  i did all the laundry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/813398210303315067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=813398210303315067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/813398210303315067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/813398210303315067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day.html' title='The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TUXjZ0poJwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bSgBTV9nANg/s72-c/oct2010%2B034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-275998939181073355</id><published>2011-01-29T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:50:41.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>selfishness</title><summary type='text'>my friend is dying.  she shouldn't be.  I'm not just saying that because she is young, a mother, wife or friend.  i am saying it because she really shouldn't be.  a doctor screwed up.  big time.  now that will cost dearly.  it will cost a mother, wife and a friend.  what will it cost him?  not nearly enough.selfishly i feel guilt.  guilt when i breath, guilt when i look at my kids and realize i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/275998939181073355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=275998939181073355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/275998939181073355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/275998939181073355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/selfishness.html' title='selfishness'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TURTWSZFzsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HAL4Rskrhs0/s72-c/jess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4780471127914383696</id><published>2011-01-28T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:52:59.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Afternoon</title><summary type='text'>It's high time i posted about Isabella right?  honestly i wish it wasn't a post like this but hey.  it's what happened.we were at target.  isa did great helping my during groceries so she asked if we could go look at toys.  i said yes we can LOOK.  in a bout two seconds she had wandered off. i watched her go and stood where i was.  she only had a few ways to go so i knew she would run into me in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4780471127914383696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4780471127914383696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4780471127914383696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4780471127914383696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-afternoon.html' title='My Afternoon'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4104842623888259616</id><published>2011-01-27T17:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:11:59.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLE</title><summary type='text'>Today was one of em's specialist appointments.  Cardiology.  that one freaks me out.  last year when we went i was sure they would find nothing.  i mean she had had at least 30 ultrasounds done on her heart before we moved here.  all saying the same thing.  it's fine.  apparently "fine"  doesn't mean that same thing to everyone.  apparently it can mean "well, your kid wont die right this second".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4104842623888259616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4104842623888259616' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4104842623888259616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4104842623888259616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/hole.html' title='HOLE'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TUI8_i1srHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ujcWv0Cpwy4/s72-c/IMG_1104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-8852700832010426222</id><published>2011-01-26T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:25:49.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Living</title><summary type='text'>Through everything with emmeline i kept telling myself "if "this" would just happen i could finally relax".  That was back when i thought there was only one thing wrong with her.  When we would find another i would think "surely this is it".  but it wasn't.  not by a long shot. We really were blessed though.  CHARGE has affected emmeline in a very small way compared to her peers.  Does that make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/8852700832010426222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8852700832010426222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8852700832010426222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8852700832010426222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-living.html' title='Really Living'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2505857642142120566</id><published>2011-01-24T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:08:24.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Pick Me Up</title><summary type='text'>i have been kind of burnt out on couponing lately so i haven't been going much.  well, i really needed to roll over some rewards so i went out this morning and scored a GREAT deal.9 sure deodorants5 Maalox advanced1 gas prevention1 nivea arctic freeze after shave moisturizer1 pro clinical toothpaste                                .04!!!!my cvs deal wasn't as good since i had to pay .61 for that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2505857642142120566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2505857642142120566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2505857642142120566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2505857642142120566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2011/01/nice-pick-me-up.html' title='A Nice Pick Me Up'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TT3N2RLrhFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/VbLMhik3sn0/s72-c/downsize%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-3075572890502937016</id><published>2010-12-13T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:43:17.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gasp That Never Came</title><summary type='text'>some people say I focus on the negative.  I say i am preparing for the worst case scenario.  Either way it has made me a nervous wreck.  well, probably not just that.  usually i can worry about all the bad things that are going to happen because my anxiety level is "manageable" so the worry doesn't push me over whatever edge i am near.  There are alot of new stresses in dear old Texas that keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/3075572890502937016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=3075572890502937016' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3075572890502937016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/3075572890502937016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/12/gasp-that-never-came.html' title='The Gasp That Never Came'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1696312530053860071</id><published>2010-11-22T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:34:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Rant...To Prove I've Still Got It</title><summary type='text'>when i was little i played outside.  my sisters and i spent hours playing 4 square, steal the flag, ghost in the graveyard, soccer, and the occasional game of "see what we could get the neighbor boy to eat" (we were well educated in what plants were safe to eat but he didn't know that ;)).as i was driving home after picking isa up from school we passed the playground near our building.  i glared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1696312530053860071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1696312530053860071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1696312530053860071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1696312530053860071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-rantto-prove-ive-still-got-it.html' title='A little Rant...To Prove I&apos;ve Still Got It'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2647716481046397560</id><published>2010-10-10T22:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:29:35.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two years ago today</title><summary type='text'>two years ago today em as recovering from this surgery.she would end up here.and here.and here.and here. for her first Halloween.And i would have the most traumatic event in my life so far.i have learned to say "so far".but today, today was a good day.getting the stirrups short enough was tricky.isa even got a turn.  It was her very first time on a horse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2647716481046397560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2647716481046397560' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2647716481046397560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2647716481046397560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-years-ago-today.html' title='two years ago today'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TLJ1hCVY8gI/AAAAAAAAApY/cnub-SnbmEA/s72-c/1008081858a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5862458210254454371</id><published>2010-09-10T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:46:39.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Em is 2!</title><summary type='text'>Brand NewBefore everythingWith Isa before everythingAfter one of her surgeries.  maybe g-tube installation?notice the notch cut out of the passy.  that was so she could suck on the passy while intubated.  it became her favorite when she knew how to suck.Now.  after she put on my bathing suit.  very proud of herself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5862458210254454371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5862458210254454371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5862458210254454371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5862458210254454371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/09/em-is-2.html' title='Em is 2!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TIp2mMOHRJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gcNnfsKvD1w/s72-c/IMG_4843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5550074364306226115</id><published>2010-08-24T22:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:33:19.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Have Learned About the Medical Field</title><summary type='text'>1)  NEVER show up 15 minutes early for "paperwork".I can't count the number of times i have been told to do this.  At first i did it.  i mean they wouldn't waste my time right?  wrong.  this is padding time to make up for the fact that they are behind schedule.  they want you waiting for them.  i have waited over an hour for doctors on a routine basis.  i would rather not add another 15 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5550074364306226115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5550074364306226115' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5550074364306226115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5550074364306226115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-i-have-learned-about-medical.html' title='Things I Have Learned About the Medical Field'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5320975935561025534</id><published>2010-07-29T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:55:44.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stomach</title><summary type='text'>Is couponing worth it?  well, my bank account says yes.  my stomach on the other hand...i find that couponing is well worth my time to cut and organize coupons.  i save a lot of money.  and i don't always have to use the cheapest thing i can find.  i actually get to use the new name brand stuff.  well, i have the name brand new stuff.  i have a hard time actually using any of it.  not to say i go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5320975935561025534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5320975935561025534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5320975935561025534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5320975935561025534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-stomach.html' title='My Stomach'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1875705707386260115</id><published>2010-06-15T13:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:45:04.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Huge Deal for Me</title><summary type='text'>i probably should have waited until i had gone to all my store for the day before getting all excited about what i got.  i updated below.so i have tried to get into couponing several times but have always gotten frustrated and my anxiety goes through the roof.  so i stop.  i mean, i have enough things i don't like to do in my life already.  well, several friends at church are very into couponing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1875705707386260115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1875705707386260115' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1875705707386260115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1875705707386260115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/06/huge-deal-for-me.html' title='A Huge Deal for Me'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TBe5dT17-DI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uxeV2nKfYqk/s72-c/june2010+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-6204999026935082926</id><published>2010-06-08T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:20:29.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa's Birthday and another suprise</title><summary type='text'>so my biggest baby is 7.  7.  it makes me feel so old.  and yes i know i will only feel older as she gets older so please don't point it out.  her birthday fell while she was still in school so we sent cupcakes for her class.  she loved it.  we decided that instead of inviting a bunch of little girls to our tiny apartment we would only invite three.  isa was fine with it and even chose f\some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/6204999026935082926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=6204999026935082926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6204999026935082926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6204999026935082926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/06/isas-birthday-and-another-suprise.html' title='Isa&apos;s Birthday and another suprise'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/TA5s6m45bmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/qTh3154OJKo/s72-c/june2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1634674934046157770</id><published>2010-05-27T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:49:34.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Good Things List</title><summary type='text'>1)  Isabella loves school2)  Em is taking some steps on her own3)  Em is eating by mouth... at least a little bit.4)  Isabella still likes Em even though she sucks sometimes.5)  Em is Satting in the 90s by herself when she sleeps.6)  I am not totally fat yet.7)  Josh is done with his first year of school.  only 2 more to go!8)  Em has 5 words.9)  I get to go to NC this summer!10) I like my long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1634674934046157770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1634674934046157770' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1634674934046157770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1634674934046157770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-good-things-list.html' title='My Good Things List'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2267475743534434518</id><published>2010-04-30T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:09:47.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel like i'm walking backward.  like the wind is blowing in my face and no matter how determined i am to go forward when i start, eventually the wind pushes me back.part of me wonders why i even go.  if i just stood still, and went nowhere, no body would die.  maybe.  if i wasn't moving then maybe the hits wouldn't feel so hard.  the only problem is, no body would get anywhere. and i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2267475743534434518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2267475743534434518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2267475743534434518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2267475743534434518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-9139851478248859941</id><published>2010-04-21T16:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:58:22.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Spare Time</title><summary type='text'>i found this website on another blog.  http://knockoffwood.blogspot.com/  is totally amazing!  i love looking through all the plans and imagining what they would look like in my house.  so with all this extra time on my hands i decided to build something.  the only problem is i don't really have any tools.  so i bought a circular saw.  i know, what was i thinking?  it's a pretty powerful tool and</summary><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/S89kwqC5t7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/xMIx1GDsBoI/s72-c/bookshlef+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1382226173262024932</id><published>2010-04-14T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:13:43.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend "Break"</title><summary type='text'>so allergy season is in full swing here in denton.  lucky for me i don't seem to have them.  this year.  sadly for isa, em and josh they all have a terrible case.  even on her zyrtek em was super congested.  isa was too but for her it isn't a huge deal.  i can just give her nose spray and she can handle it. em is a different story.  when she get super congested she can't clear it out.  she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1382226173262024932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1382226173262024932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1382226173262024932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1382226173262024932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-weekend-break.html' title='My Weekend &quot;Break&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/S8Ywtvl3NoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/77esaDiP5yc/s72-c/allergies+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4702033698942888765</id><published>2010-03-24T12:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:22:57.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>we didn't want to just sit around for spring break so we decided to go on several day trips.  on Monday we went to the outlet mall in Allen.  josh needed some new clothes. plus i love outlets.  oddly though i ended up not getting anything.  we didn't take any pictures there.  then we went to Dallas to eat here.my cousin Traci told us about it and we had to go.  Isa was so excited when we pulled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4702033698942888765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4702033698942888765' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4702033698942888765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4702033698942888765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8822686826581278085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8822686826581278085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8822686826581278085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-way-to-somewhere.html' title='on the way to somewhere'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-5745118997135694809</id><published>2010-01-22T17:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:56:02.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Heavens Were Opened</title><summary type='text'>many of you know how hard it has been for me to find any new (decent) doctors here.  the problem i have noticed it that there are doctors everywhere.  since there are so many they don't care if you come to there practice since they have plenty of other clients.  also since they have plenty of clients none of them take medicaid, which is a must for emmeline.   i had resigned myself to a doctor in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/5745118997135694809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=5745118997135694809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5745118997135694809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/5745118997135694809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-heavens-were-opened.html' title='And The Heavens Were Opened'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-628559094740303739</id><published>2010-01-03T16:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:33:22.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the readjustment...again</title><summary type='text'>so i have to go back to me real life this week.  i'm not really ready.    i have started making phone calls to get us set back up there.  we have a ton of doctor appointments when we get back.  plus the fact that it looks like we will be putting Isabella back in school :( i also found out right before we left that we are getting a new caseworker and a new "julie".  oh, and we have emmeline's IFSP</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/628559094740303739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=628559094740303739' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/628559094740303739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/628559094740303739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2010/01/readjustmentagain.html' title='the readjustment...again'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2330006966225944465</id><published>2009-12-08T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:14:25.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my two states of being</title><summary type='text'>for the past year and a half i have had two ways of thinking that i use. 1)  Holy crap my kid has special needs!!! What the heck do i do now!!2)  This isn't so bad, i think maybe i can do this.i have found that i don't use what would obviously come between these paths.  there isn't a transition from one to the other but more like a violent shove.  i can feel OK one minute but then i realize how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2330006966225944465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2330006966225944465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2330006966225944465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2330006966225944465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-two-states-of-being.html' title='my two states of being'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-876023996992425312</id><published>2009-12-04T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:06:17.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleep Study</title><summary type='text'>so in early november emmeline's new ENT ordered a sleep study.  well, since it is now early december i called to see why we hadn't heard when our appointment was.  they told me that the soonest appointment was in march.  when she started to make my appointment she asked if i could hold.  i don't know why they ask that.   what would happen if you say no?  anyway, when she came back she said they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/Sxk4kWsoZoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DyxbFXAYAxw/s72-c/sleeep_study+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-1682736059570932683</id><published>2009-12-02T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:49:10.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what i woke up to this morning</title><summary type='text'>the saab's christening.trees and stuffwhen i told josh it snowed he asked if i was just saying that to get him out of bed.  like i am coherent enough to plan a joke when i first wake up.  would have been a good one though.  maybe kind of like setting the clock forward 2 hours on someone's morning to sleep in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/1682736059570932683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=1682736059570932683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1682736059570932683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/1682736059570932683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-woke-up-to-this-morning.html' title='what i woke up to this morning'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/SxZvD4Jk8DI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O-UT2j1Lt6g/s72-c/first_snow+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-8500623335926982842</id><published>2009-11-29T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:47:08.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isabella's wish list</title><summary type='text'>for anyone who needs it.http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html?ie=UTF8&amp;type=wishlist&amp;id=P4U6LMQDN17K</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/8500623335926982842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8500623335926982842' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8500623335926982842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/8500623335926982842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/11/isabellas-wish-list.html' title='isabella&apos;s wish list'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2693414421407397373</id><published>2009-11-25T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:04:35.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feeding" Therapy and Project Runway</title><summary type='text'>so since we were cleared to do official feeding therapy i have been doing about the same thing.  just a little more aggressively.  em hates that part.  she like to be in control, as well all do.  it is a fine line between pushing her too much and pushing her right to the edge.  anyway, i got these cute pictures of em the other night.  i had stopped working with her to read to Isa for about 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2693414421407397373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=2693414421407397373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2693414421407397373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/2693414421407397373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeding-therapy.html' title='&quot;Feeding&quot; Therapy and Project Runway'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/Sw2Z3s0lO6I/AAAAAAAAAic/Jfsh9dfkIb0/s72-c/fall_in_texas+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-4860163247224416830</id><published>2009-10-24T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:17:41.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my little mutant</title><summary type='text'>i have tried to write this post several times.  each time i find it difficult to type.  once everyone knows there is no backing out.  not that it would go away if i didn't tell, but if no one knew then i could pretend it wasn't there.  acceptance is hard and the more people that know the more i have to accept.anyway, enough drama. Emmeline has been diagnosed.  after a year of people trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/4860163247224416830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=4860163247224416830' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4860163247224416830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/4860163247224416830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-mutant.html' title='my little mutant'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-6805207555833047306</id><published>2009-10-11T10:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:21:30.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Ago Today</title><summary type='text'>A year ago today Emmeline stopped breathing and had to be put in the hospital.  It started one of the hardest year of our lives.  It would change things forever.  We have all been through a lot this year, especially Em.  I thought i would share some pictures of her adventures in the last year.This picture is actually of emmeline on oct 8th 08.  this was right before the failed choanal atresia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/6805207555833047306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=6805207555833047306' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6805207555833047306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/6805207555833047306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-year-ago-today.html' title='1 Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/StHd4K7_05I/AAAAAAAAAcA/vmao7oXYGsc/s72-c/1008080704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-7705623953422674351</id><published>2009-07-08T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:08:54.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Have To Agree</title><summary type='text'>Those of you who follow me on facebook already know that a couple of days ago josh and i entered Em in the "Best Legs in a Kilt"  contest at the local radio station.  she was up against 9 other people all of which had been listed to recieve votes for at least 1.5 weeks.  well, after a little over 36 hours Emmeline swept the compeition and won.  she was two stars ahead of the second place winner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/7705623953422674351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=7705623953422674351' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7705623953422674351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832165/posts/default/7705623953422674351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-have-to-agree.html' title='I Would Have To Agree'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09191587359900179250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FWxfCtQM1w/SlTfVxz1BoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mwSwubzHFEk/s72-c/IMG_5555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-2125177759418449233</id><published>2009-07-04T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:46:03.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Em's Tree</title><summary type='text'>Those of you who know my weirdness probably know that i like to plant a tree with my baby's placenta.  we did it for Isa so i was determined to do is for Em as well.  we planted Isa's when she was about a week old.  it took us a bit long for Em (she is almost 10 months)  but in the end we did it.  it took several days to do because there is only one spot of sunshine in my parent's yard because of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/2125177759418449233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832165.post-8219266409405603089</id><published>2009-06-02T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:57:02.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISABEE</title><summary type='text'>technically she isn't 6 until 10:32 tonight but my night time schedule is crazy.  here are a few pictures.  she has been having some trouble with growing up.  it makes her sad.  after looking at these i am too.with mommywith daddyrandom cutenessthe huge 6 year oldquite the young lady.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganh.blogspot.com/feeds/8219266409405603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832165&amp;postID=8219266409405603089' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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