<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016</id><updated>2009-11-08T23:37:03.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a 30something</title><subtitle type='html'>"And go running for the shelter of her mother's little helper..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-7956471611400281626</id><published>2009-02-10T10:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:14:40.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new boy band...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZGm5_CkeuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yIvpNCy4fWg/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZGm5_CkeuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yIvpNCy4fWg/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201751496751842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex taught his brother some Nirvana after school yesterday. We went up to Bozley's so Owen could show off his stuff. Thank you Corey and Cousin David for being such good sports and playing this song that you don't even know!! The fake it til you make it credo lives on. Lyrics...we don't need no stinking lyrics.....rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-5446324714271005673&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-7956471611400281626?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7956471611400281626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=7956471611400281626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/7956471611400281626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/7956471611400281626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-boy-band.html' title='The new boy band...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZGm5_CkeuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yIvpNCy4fWg/s72-c/DSC_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-2913168427032672043</id><published>2009-02-09T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:23:23.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A rhythm section at the Crumerosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-5627620760393360445&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...that's right. We bought Owen a bass yesterday. YESTERDAY. And that video up there? That's from last night. LAST NIGHT. The boy has no fear. JR taught him a basic 1-4-5 and off he went. Looks like a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alex picked up his guitar for the first time in forever....and the two of them were playing music together...seriously, I almost teared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Alex has a driver's license. DRIVER'S LICENSE. Are you hearing this? I'm old enough to have a child who has a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all get drunk and make him drive us around. Good times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZCCgD5wMSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mjWmTEH_Pzw/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZCCgD5wMSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mjWmTEH_Pzw/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880248730038562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZCCgKeMbhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WwIZnPjVWPs/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZCCgKeMbhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WwIZnPjVWPs/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880250493496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-2913168427032672043?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2913168427032672043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=2913168427032672043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2913168427032672043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2913168427032672043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2009/02/rhythm-section-at-crumerosa.html' title='A rhythm section at the Crumerosa'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SZCCgD5wMSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mjWmTEH_Pzw/s72-c/DSC_0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-5208691860106554584</id><published>2008-12-29T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:20:02.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is a ROCKSTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7205505128239929619&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has more talent than anyone knew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-5208691860106554584?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5208691860106554584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=5208691860106554584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/5208691860106554584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/5208691860106554584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/12/kevin-is-rockstar.html' title='Kevin is a ROCKSTAR'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-9031296085787374623</id><published>2008-12-24T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:00:28.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SVJOY009qaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Fo0KQJ7C1qM/s1600-h/white.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SVJOY009qaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Fo0KQJ7C1qM/s400/white.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371501263628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love and lots of food and ... drink....to you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-9031296085787374623?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/9031296085787374623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=9031296085787374623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/9031296085787374623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/9031296085787374623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SVJOY009qaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Fo0KQJ7C1qM/s72-c/white.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-1904167174366559733</id><published>2008-11-19T10:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:20:48.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain teaser</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I don't know where, exactly I stumbled onto this today or how. I really don't....but I found it, solved it and decided to post it here. I don't know if it's true that only 2% of the population can solve it, I don't think I'm all THAT bright...but it's a fun brain exercise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The story behind Einstein's riddle is that     Albert Einstein created it in the late 1800s, and claimed that     98% of the world population couldn't solve it. I am not sure     of the true origin, but I have seen this one floating around     the internet, and it is a good brain exercise. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- In a street there are five houses, painted     five different colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- In each house lives a person of different     nationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- These five homeowners each drink a different     kind of beverage, smoke different brand of cigar and keep a different     pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Einstein's riddle is: &lt;b&gt;Who owns the fish?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Necessary clues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. The British man lives in a red house.&lt;br /&gt;    2. The Swedish man keeps dogs as pets.&lt;br /&gt;    3. The Danish man drinks tea.&lt;br /&gt;    4. The Green house is next to, and on the left of the White house.&lt;br /&gt;    5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;    6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.&lt;br /&gt;    7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;    8. The man living in the center house drinks milk.&lt;br /&gt;    9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.&lt;br /&gt;    10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps     cats.&lt;br /&gt;    11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes     Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;    12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.&lt;br /&gt;    13. The German smokes Prince.&lt;br /&gt;    14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.&lt;br /&gt;    15. The Blends smoker lives next to the one who drinks water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-1904167174366559733?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1904167174366559733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=1904167174366559733' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1904167174366559733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1904167174366559733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain teaser'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-9053358407104604941</id><published>2008-11-18T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:12:26.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the cold November rain....er, snow?!</title><content type='html'>Whiskey Tango Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not all of my 30something readership is in Indiana, or even in the same parts of Indiana...and I personally didn't get any snow....BUT Chesterton got 9 inches today...my parents a little further south got about 5...seriously??? When was the last time we had a huge snowfall in November. My dad swears this happens...I honestly cannot remember anymore than a light dusting or maybe an inch around Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest.thing.ever to see delays and cancellations on the news already! Julie says it's going to get her in the Christmas spirit. I say bah humbug to that - it makes ME realize I need new tires. That and the Kev-head drove my car to St. Louis this past weekend to hang with friends and was complaining about my tires. Oy. I know I need them, I know winter is coming, OBVIOUSLY if it's already snowing...but to spend money on tires right before Christmas. Ew. Kat mat just had to do it and I said ew when she did it. Now here I am, looking up phone numbers for all the local tire places...calling to get estimates. Ew. Ew. Ew. I HATE car repair stuff. Hate it. HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cars...should we bail out the big 3? Bleeding heart democrat liberal that I am...I gotta tell ya...all these bailouts? Yeah, not so sure about all that. And I know my guy supports it, but where does it end? First AIG, then the banks, now the auto manufacturers. Who's next? And how do we (and by "we" I mean Congress) decide who gets money and who doesn't when they ask? And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...I don't like this one bit. I'm not saying I want to live like my grandma saving every napkin and ziploc bag because of the depression....but I'm sayin' this country could use a good come uppance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-9053358407104604941?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/9053358407104604941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=9053358407104604941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/9053358407104604941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/9053358407104604941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-cold-november-rainer-snow.html' title='In the cold November rain....er, snow?!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-3256072369716538434</id><published>2008-11-13T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:37:07.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to give you the link to the abbreviated version of the story on Owen that was in the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtoncountyenterprise.com/articles/2008/11/06/news/news12.txt"&gt;Enterprise article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-3256072369716538434?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/3256072369716538434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=3256072369716538434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/3256072369716538434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/3256072369716538434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-1146208503578659214</id><published>2008-11-12T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:17:02.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "with love" movement...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you have ever watched ze frank...have I talked about him here before? I love the guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the ze frank show ended, frank is still blogging and doing his thing...but now he's started a new project...&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/"&gt;from 52 to 48 with love&lt;/a&gt;. I find it terribly interesting and I'm sitting here pondering the ways I'd like to contribute to the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the outpouring, not just from the blue, but from the red as well. I have feared for a long time that this country would never unite after the "hanging chads" and the vote that would be counted and recounted...and then the whole negative rampage with the swift boat deal...ugh. Let's face it, our politics lately have sounded more like elementary school playgrounds than educated adults. But this year? We sunk to new lows. Truly. And I'm frightened and horrified by the continuing outpouring of hatred. Is this really what we've become? Red state, blue state, he said, she said, socialism, anarchism, terrorism..."it's not that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter. In my opinion, isms are not good. A person should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response to this project from the right wing (yes, I do read right wing blogs, kiddies...I'm always interested in what they have to say)...is alarming at best. They are basically telling the lefties...no deal. Rather than at least concede that both sides said a lot of things that they shouldn't have, like ADULTS...they would rather tell us to kindly go fuck ourselves and take our blue crayons with us. They refuse to hold themselves accountable for fanning the flames of division for the last 8 years as well, and would rather perpetuate an attitude of hatred and accusation than change the rhetoric, change the tension, and start working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are civil minded conservatives out there who insist that this drama is not what the conservatives are about. They insist that the right wing is supposed to be about state's rights and preservation of civil liberties. But all I can see out there right now are hate mongering, war mongering, Bible thumping, grandstanding right wing nut jobs. And I feel like their numbers have increased since the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you...will we ever recover from this? Does Obama have any idea, ANY idea the job he has before him? Are we just setting him up for failure? He needs an advisory committee including MLK, Ghandi, Churchill, FDR and Lincoln for pete's sake, because right now he has to be all of them in one to look at the huddled masses and say "Shhhhhhhh...enough now" and have them actually listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we possibly recover from this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-1146208503578659214?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1146208503578659214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=1146208503578659214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1146208503578659214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1146208503578659214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-love-movement.html' title='The &quot;with love&quot; movement...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-2554834113082875218</id><published>2008-11-07T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:14:27.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a crazy week...</title><content type='html'>What a big week! Election week...AND I guess I kinda sorta went on a "double date" with my son and his 'girlfriend'???? Julie had tickets to the symphony last night at CHS (the NWIN symphony plays there on occasion)....so Julie and I took Alex and Mary. We went to dinner first....hence the "double date" classification in a non-traditional sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? REALLY? I don't know if I'm ready for this whole girlfriend thing. It kind of sneaks up on you as your kids age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note...the video is posted on youtube from the debate. Not so timely, with the election being over and all, but you if you have an interest in viewing it, you can go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RebeccaCrum"&gt;Rebecca's YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to favor one child over another, you can also see videos of Alex's band from all sorts of gigs on my google video account here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/s2/sharing/stuff?user=117196103607302946300"&gt;Rebecca's Google Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right - that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to tell you all the "caw"-ing story....it's a doozy. Maybe I'll save that little nugget for Monday when we all need a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-2554834113082875218?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2554834113082875218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=2554834113082875218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2554834113082875218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2554834113082875218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-crazy-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a crazy week...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-2689531215236809955</id><published>2008-11-05T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:00:14.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can! Yes we can!</title><content type='html'>I am moved beyond words. I am excited to see where we can go from here. I haven't seen a president elect look more presidential. The speech moved me to tears...and I can't listen to sound clips today without welling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana looks DAMN good in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious, as I usually am, to know who wrote his speech...I'm guessing most if not all of it was written by him, which is also amazing. I know he wrote his DNC speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red States, Blue States, United States...anyone else want to join hands and grab Michael Jackson and Diana Ross and sing "We are the World?" no? that's just me? oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-2689531215236809955?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2689531215236809955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=2689531215236809955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2689531215236809955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2689531215236809955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can-yes-we-can.html' title='Yes we can! Yes we can!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-2995130958674430019</id><published>2008-11-04T08:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:36:32.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Didja vote? Didja?</title><content type='html'>Get your butt out there and exercise your patriotic duty, people. Men and women have died for this right of ours, and I think some people treat it as a privelege to be wasted. It's not. Go VOTE. This might have been one of the first years I could have voted straight ticket, I never vote straight ticket. But this year I could have, but I didn't, because I really, really wanted to fill in that circle next to Obama's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of voting...I'm posting some pictures of Owen as Barack Obama from the debate on Friday. Remember to click on any image to enlarge it!&lt;br /&gt;The set up at the school (see the laptop and the camera that put us live on the internet??):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBboU1nuHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wbBG4N_NN1M/s1600-h/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBboU1nuHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wbBG4N_NN1M/s320/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808712742615154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidates and their running mates (And Mrs. K, who made the whole thing happen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBbpfKJKpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G5FsEnjoTcw/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBbpfKJKpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G5FsEnjoTcw/s320/DSC_0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808732692916882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack telling us all about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBbn3wRq6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Sarso3U8yac/s1600-h/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBbn3wRq6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Sarso3U8yac/s320/DSC_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808704935570338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBboj4Oz5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ztVIFOXY-Kk/s1600-h/DSC_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBboj4Oz5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ztVIFOXY-Kk/s320/DSC_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808716780097426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to post the pictures of he and Senator Biden walking the line and shaking the hands of their constituents...but I know we have at least 12-15 kids at Lincoln who absolutely cannot appear on the internet, but I don't know who they are, so I can't post them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-2995130958674430019?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/2995130958674430019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=2995130958674430019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2995130958674430019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/2995130958674430019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/11/didja-vote-didja.html' title='Didja vote? Didja?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SRBboU1nuHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wbBG4N_NN1M/s72-c/DSC_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-5686573271657602061</id><published>2008-10-31T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:15:01.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's baaaaaaack....</title><content type='html'>Did any of you catch the feed on live.yahoo.com? That's the same link you can use every Sunday to tune into the blues jam, btw...every Sunday after 5:30 you can go to http://live.yahoo.com/thespotstudio and at some point, you just might see me do my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see my "little Obama"?? How cool was that? Sorry about the beginning...The video feed locked and all you had was the principal's behind and the boys' audio. Whoops. We corrected it pretty easily. I hope to have a DVD soon and I'll post what I can out on google video for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnest part - after the debate ended, the candidates shook hands, they came into the audience and shook hands with the principal and then my little Obama "walked the line" - he walked down the bleachers shaking hands with all of the students...it was so sweet to see...the kids were climbing over each other to shake his hand shouting "Obama! over here! Obama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, had my promo gear out and ready - I had signs from the campaign, buttons - and stickers that I handed out to Owen's classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vote, however,  is skewed at the elementary school level. People who like Owen will be voting for Owen and people who like Noah will be voting for Noah. A Republican friend of mine revealed to me that at their dinner table the other night - she asked her son who he would be voting for...he said "I'm voting for Owen - I don't like Noah." "So you're voting for Obama??" she asked in shock. "Yeah, I'm voting for Obama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought Owen did very well - he knew his answers well, he didn't speed talk, he made eye contact....so very proud. One teacher was talking to my parents afterwards and told them that he believes there isn't anything can't do. Fantastic. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Alex has a girlfriend and I don't know what to think about that. And I think he's getting even taller. I think he'll be pushing 6 ft by his junior year. Oy. More money to spend on pants. He's finally taking his mother's advice and listening to more Rush these days - the brilliance of Neal Peart is something I've been trying to tune him into for years...but now one of his friends said it was cool and YYZ was on Guitar Hero, therefore he downloads &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving Pictures&lt;/span&gt; immediately. Asshat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-5686573271657602061?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/5686573271657602061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=5686573271657602061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/5686573271657602061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/5686573271657602061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-baaaaaaack.html' title='She&apos;s baaaaaaack....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-423777726648311080</id><published>2008-10-30T10:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:08:19.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Owen live on Friday morning!</title><content type='html'>Mock debate at Owen's school...we're airing it live on the internet because that's the way I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am, CST, on Friday 10/31:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://live.yahoo.com/thespotstudio"&gt;http://live.yahoo.com/thespotstudio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a yahoo account you'll be able to post comments and chat while the debate is going on -but keep it clean, folks - it's an elementary school for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has been in debate prep all week. We've camera tested the tie (think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt;) and we've alerted both the Obama campaign and the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times! Game on! Tune in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-423777726648311080?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/423777726648311080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=423777726648311080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/423777726648311080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/423777726648311080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-owen-live-on-friday-morning.html' title='See Owen live on Friday morning!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-6557822793866505915</id><published>2008-09-16T13:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:24:45.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new record!</title><content type='html'>At the rate you people have been griping at me...you'd think I hadn't blogged for a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...almoooooost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I haven't had anything interesting to say, we all know I totally have...I just haven't had the time to make any of it truly interesting AND funny. Which I guess implies that I have been either a) interesting or b) funny in the past...and we'll just go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how 'bout this water? For those of you not living in NWIN, we're doing are own little Katrina impersonation literally riding on the tail of Ike. And we all know Ike was a bastard. 1.63 inches of rain in Houston, 10.5 inches of rain in Lake of the Four Seasons here in NWIN. And we all know what a JOY it's been to drive around here anyway with all of the fucking construction...109th closed, 101st closed, the exit ramps to the toll road closed, exit ramps off of 94 to 65 closed...as if that wasn't all so much fun we needed balloons, now any roadway you actually could access is closed due to flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived here a long time and I've never seen it like this...can anyone remember a time when 94 and 65 were closed this long? And the INDOT doesn't show any indication of re-opening anytime soon...I know, I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we enjoyed the rain the way I'm sure most of you did...cooking, eating, drinking some beer and watching football. Oh happy day in my house that the Bears lost and the Colts won and of course the black and gold were triumphant as well. I don't really have it out for the Bears...I don't...but it's just fun because my husband likes to pretend he's a Bears fan. He's so not. You know how I know? The only jersey he owns is Grossman. Where's your Grossman now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was literally the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat in my house...not just because of the football scores...&lt;br /&gt;Owen had some friends over to enjoy the rain and puddles with a little football of their own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SM_20QttNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIpNFwaGRSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SM_20QttNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIpNFwaGRSQ/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246683468610221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SM_4B8T1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dy4SSGhY78k/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SM_4B8T1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dy4SSGhY78k/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246684803162813538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev-head was the all-time quarterback and the boys were out there for a good hour or so, sometimes in the pouring rain, taking breaks to jump in the pool fully clothed...why? who knows. boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One boy needed  a sweatshirt...so I went upstairs to get that and some towels for when they were done and I put my camera down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my camera down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my new, expensive, love it like I would marry it camera down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the air hockey table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forgot that I didn't put it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the wet, cold boys came in from their thrills of victory...thus began my agony of defeat. Because they decided to play air hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it occur to them to move the camera? No. So my camera, my new, wonderful camera was launched from the air hockey table during play and was sent crashing to the floor. Where the new wonderful quite large lens, was cracked in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they tell me that this happened? No. Owen was not playing air hockey and did not witness the event. And the boys who were playing either, didn't notice or were too freaked to say anything, because I hear a panicked "Mom, is this your camera? What happened to your camera?" shouted from the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never buy the extended warranties, the replacement warranties or whatever. But in this instance, this time I did. I actually spent the $149 because I was fearful that I would do something stupid and break my camera on vacation...you know...like hike up Cathedral Rock with it strapped to me. I took it to Best Buy-they've sent it in to be repaired or replaced and now I am camera-less and praying that they just replace it because really...will it ever be the same??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-6557822793866505915?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6557822793866505915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=6557822793866505915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6557822793866505915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6557822793866505915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-record.html' title='A new record!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SM_20QttNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIpNFwaGRSQ/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-6238640574483449823</id><published>2008-08-21T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:18:37.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight...</title><content type='html'>Have you seen it yet?? Have you? HAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother - it's fantastic. I mean really, really fantastic. We took the boys last night and I have to say I was a little concerned because I'd heard about all of the darkness of it and the violence and whatnot...but it did land the PG-13 rating and I felt mostly okay about taking Owen. Unlike Wanted, which was a total piece of shit and there's no way I would let Owen see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - wow. just wow. I can see why they are talking Oscar for him. And I'm not just saying that because he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the Kev-head's birthday. I took him away to the Herrington for some R&amp;amp;R. We celebrated his birthday weekend with massages - oh yeah, me too! Which cracked the Kev-head up. His birthday and I got spa treatments. He said for my birthday he's getting me a purse and a chainsaw or something like that. Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up a new skill-set since we last chatted. It's almost a superpower. Just all me Water Woman. I am retaining water like it was my job. Seriously. Puncture me and I'm pretty sure I could end a drought or put out a large brush fire. I still have visible DENTS in my ankles from the socks I slept in last night, people. Sock dents from socks that I haven't had on my feet in almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt;. Kill.me.now. A couple of days ago I was so bloated I seriously looked like I could give birth any moment. I LOVE being a woman. LOVE it. LOVE it. LOVE it. And I'm so foul I can't even stand my own self. I just want to climb out of myself and leave my me-skin sitting in a bar somewhere to drink it off. Bitter, bloated party of one, please. I'm trying to listen to the Black Eyed Peas and pull myself out of the dredges of rumpiness into funkiness, but it's just not happening. Note to yourselves...stay the fuck away from me until further notice. I'm not responsible for anything I say or do. Last night I almost backhanded Alex because the sound of his mouth moving as he lip-synced along with his ipod almost made my head explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm great. And the movie really was killer. Stop what you're doing and go see it immediately. Heath would want it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-6238640574483449823?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6238640574483449823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=6238640574483449823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6238640574483449823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6238640574483449823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-8798883697439527741</id><published>2008-08-14T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:03:01.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Fever...catch it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A886896' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=GQppijYXRjCEYzuq&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=GQppijYXRjCEYzuq&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=GQppijYXRjCEYzuq&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables&amp;reg; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTg3MzMyMDE5NTcmcHQ9MTIxODczMzI4NjQ5NiZwPTE5MTEzMSZkPTIwMjI1MyZuPSZnPTI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-8798883697439527741?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8798883697439527741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=8798883697439527741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/8798883697439527741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/8798883697439527741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-fevercatch-it.html' title='Olympic Fever...catch it!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-1353437164682710451</id><published>2008-08-06T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:14:06.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dilly Bar story</title><content type='html'>So last night I worked late because Alex had to work. Just as well, there were phone upgrades to be done. Totally geeky things happening over here, lemme tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get over to the DQ about 9:15 and Alex is still working. I have no problem with this as there are the usual 57 voicemail messages on my cell phone to answer and return. Yes, at 9:15 at night. Ridiculous, I know, but true nonetheless. While I'm pacing around outside chatting (a trait I inherited from my dad, who is a hopeless helpless pacer while on the phone...and I'm happy to say that my youngest has the same annoying habit) some kids are also outside happily, or so I thought, munching on their ice cream cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls in the car, two boys outside the car. The next thing I know, the tallest boy is saying "back this car out, we're fixin' to go wreck some shit! C'mon...we're goin to wreck some shit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, what? Is this new lingo I'm unaware of? Does this mean you're leaving to go party? Like you're gonna get wrecked? I'm barely paying attention to them until the car starts backing out and the boys go back into the DQ. In a flash they are running out, the manager is yelling "Don't come back!" and the boys are trying to jump into the car. Well by now my spidey sense is tingling, so I start walking towards the back of the car to get a plate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where my age kicks in...not only did I NOT recognize trouble when they were talking about wrecking some shit, I have TERRIBLE night vision that takes my already horrible near-sightedness to a disgustingly bad level. So I can't really focus on the number. Besides which, the blue plates with the white numbers that the state of Indiana has instituted? NOT GOOD FOR NIGHT. With the license plate lights reflecting off the white, I think it was like 43567 or maybe 45637? Yeah, I'm old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they take off, with the back door still open and one of the boys stranded at the DQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go inside and find out that their apparent high as hell "gangsta" version of wreckin some shit s to open the freezer, take out a box of cherry dilly bars and throw them on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh no you di'int!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Really? Assaulting dilly bars? That's what constitutes fun and rebellion on a Tuesday night in the summer? At least we were more creative than that. Clearly walking around and randomly removing Christmas bulbs from someone's porch was WAY cooler. As Alex put it, what's next, going to MickeyD's and spilling pop?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take off down Broadway and their abandoned dilly bar assaulter is left on foot hiking down 68th. They circle Broadway for a bit until realizing I'm watching for them, still trying to get the plate number. Yeah...shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they ditch the car and the girls are on foot trying to find their friend when the police show up. I talk to the cop, tell her basically nothing, it's a silver toyota camry with a license plate number that might be any combination of those numbers...I'm SO Rebecca Crum, Dilly Bar Detective. Alllllllllllll-righty then...but I did describe the girls and what they were wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never found the miscreants, but it was a bit of excitement for the DQ at closing time. Alex and I are thinking about going out and starting some trouble tonight...maybe we'll throw some napkins around a Wendy's or take all the straw wrappers off the straws at a Burger King. We're rebels and cannot be contained. Who's driving the getaway car? Anyone? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-1353437164682710451?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1353437164682710451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=1353437164682710451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1353437164682710451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1353437164682710451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilly-bar-story.html' title='The Dilly Bar story'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-4443057651503423351</id><published>2008-07-18T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:09:27.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon lemme see ya shake a tailfeather....</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday one and all! Well, both my boys are gone, gone, gone. We safely stuffed Owen away at Indiana State Troopers Camp yesterday. I think the boy was honestly nervous. I could have left Alex at the curb of Loyola University with all of his gear and he would have just waved good-bye. Owen needed a little more hand-holding. You'd think, with him being the seemingly more outgoing one, that he would just bolt from the car and be done with us...not so. He's typically a little leary of new situations, wants nothing to do with recognition (he's MORTIFIED that I sent the press release on him winning the essay contest to the paper), and won't actually choose to talk to people he doesn't know. Who's his mother???? Crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to force him to go over and meet his roommate..."I'll just meet him when we get up to the room, mom" he said through gritted teeth and much eye rolling. He was concerned about wearing a sleeveless shirt to camp because he didn't know what kind of impression that would make. He was worried that he would be hanging out with "all smart people, and I don't know how smart people act!" Ummmm, Owen, the camp isn't ONLY for essay winners...it's just that we didn't have to PAY for camp because you're an essay winner. And if you're definition of smart people is kids who write essays...guess what? YOU'RE in fact a SMART PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother.....&lt;br /&gt;So much worry in my little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went and talked to the roommate anyway, didn't really give him a choice, and I'm glad we did, and I think he was, too. They had quite a bit in common...they both play lots of sports, like watching wrestling on TV, have the same uniform (long basketball style shorts and under armor)...I predict that he's having a good time. He hasn't called for me to come get him yet, which is encouraging...not that I really expected him to. Once he got in the mix, I'm sure he took a firm hold on his heritage of having friends before other people have seats. He'll probably want to have his roommate over to the house (they live in Southern Indiana now, but are moving to LaPorte soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of Alex's band at camp is Sideshow. He said he's having a good time, learning stuff, playing a ton, and that his guitar players are lazy...well, only two of them. His roommate is like he is...play and play and play. The other two are good for a couple of runs, and then they want to take breaks. Ummmmm....for $1800, you can break when you sleep, baybees...until then, shut up and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick him up tomorrow and I'm excited to see the concert. There's a concert tonight where the bands will be playing songs they've learned to cover, I guess. I've ordered the DVD of tonight's concert as well as the concert they're giving tomorrow with their original music. Very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already tired of the heat...even as I sit here in my air conditioned office....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-4443057651503423351?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4443057651503423351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=4443057651503423351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/4443057651503423351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/4443057651503423351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/07/cmon-lemme-see-ya-shake-tailfeather.html' title='C&apos;mon lemme see ya shake a tailfeather....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-8183131986846244938</id><published>2008-07-11T16:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:31:42.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one week since you looked at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Bloggers...anyone still with me. So many stories to tell, so little time. I'll start with this weekend and hopefully I'll find some breathing room this week to fill you kiddies in on the nuttiness that is my life from the past couple of weeks. It's been a doozy, lemme tell ya. I literally JUST unpacked on SATURDAY from fabulous desert vacay, if that tells you anything, and the only reason I unpacked then was because Alex needed the suitcase to go to Power Chord Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;Owen's all star team played in a local Morocco tournament all last week. Our league got tired of participating in the official little league all star tournament and getting spanked. We have great kids, good ball players, but when you play against the bigger towns/cities where their all stars literally play together all year long, we just don't stand a chance. So we played teams that are more in our demographic to give our kids a fighting shot. And fighting shot they had. They swept every game, and it wasn't even close. 18-2 on Monday, 11-1 on Tues, 14-3 on Thurs and the championship game on Friday? A 17-0 blowout in 4 innings. In fact, we didn't have one game in the tourney that went past 4 innings. As you can see, the boys were thrilled with their win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SHtotsM7DwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4o33gMBV0Og/s1600-h/DSC_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SHtotsM7DwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4o33gMBV0Og/s400/DSC_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222883327034986242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nut jobs, all of them, and so much fun. Owen and Coach Kevin are actually undefeated on the year...Owen looked awesome on the mound on Friday night. The Watseka coach told Kevin that his kids were afraid of Owen - he pitches faster than their 11/12 pitchers...he was constantly on his team to "stay in the box! he's not going to hit you!" "Don't worry, just swing the bat! Don't close your eyes!" It was actually kind of comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday found me at the market and on the beach with Julie and Hayden. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE!! It was her birthday weekend! I got stinky cheese and a slight sunburn in the places where my sunscreen spray didn't quite make. Whoops. Because the air show was going on in Gary, we had a stealth bomber slowly creep right over top of us. And creep it did...it was ooky. Julie said it looked like a giant lego piece flying overhead and she was right. All big and black and quiet and OOKY, I tell ya, OOKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we moved Alex into PCA. It's going to be such an awesome experience for him. There are 6 kids in his band: 3 15 year old guitar players, a 13 year old bass player, and...wait for it...a 16-year-old chick lead singer. Yeah, that's right, my son has a GIRL singer!! ROCK on! I can't wait to see what happens with this...Alex says she's got a Christina Aguilera style voice, but I wonder if she can rock that voice. And I quote him: "I heard a little edge in her voice like you get a couple of times, but not a lot. She might be able to rock like you..." yeah, that's right, not only am I TOTALLY screwing my son for the future with my cooking, and the fact that he'll never understand a woman that actually puts her make-up on IN THE HOUSE instead of IN THE CAR...now, now apparently I've benchmarked what a chick rocker should be. Oy yoy. Heaven help his future wife. Heaven help me this week as I fight the urge to call him 52 times a day to find out what's happening. And I'm also fighting the urge to drive over there an listen outside the door!! AGH!! Can't wait for the concert on Saturday!!! His roommate is one of his guitar players and they are two peas in a pod already. Totally hit it off in the brief time I saw them together. Kevin thinks they had already worked out a secret handshake before we left. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SHtteeRzLPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/URfayBu3d_I/s1600-h/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SHtteeRzLPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/URfayBu3d_I/s400/DSC_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222888563157445874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...I've got a coyote story, the Dan Toler story and much, much more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-8183131986846244938?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/8183131986846244938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=8183131986846244938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/8183131986846244938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/8183131986846244938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-one-week-since-you-looked-at.html' title='It&apos;s been one week since you looked at me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SHtotsM7DwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4o33gMBV0Og/s72-c/DSC_0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-1272453194421053030</id><published>2008-07-01T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:40:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon baby light me on fire....</title><content type='html'>Seriously....I need sleep. In a baaaaaaaaaad way. I'm crabby. I have bags under my eyes. My eyelids are feeling very heavy....heavy....heavy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could sleep standing up. I need a vacation from my vacation! We really did pack it in, but hey, it took me 37 years to get that far west of the Mississippi...who knows when it will happen again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must share with you all one of my favorite pictures snapped on the vacay...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGpOrM4IoXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hq2BEUL02E8/s1600-h/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGpOrM4IoXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hq2BEUL02E8/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218069622360154482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These monks were cracking me up that day. Something about a guy sitting on a blanket, eating fruit and dressed like a monk talking on a cell phone while snapping pictures with his digital camera...it was just...funny. But then I caught this as I was taking a pic of the fam and I just cracked up. Too fun, too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's baseball season ended with Coach Kevin and the boys having a 14-0 season. We missed two games due to weather, but we would have beat them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's band had a gig over the weekend at a graduation party. Their first encounter with a) the drunk family member who cannot be controlled (and no, it wasn't me...it was a party-goer) and b) the guy in the audience who is so jealous of what you're doing that he feels the need to draw attention to himself by being the most obnoxious thing walking. It shook their confidence a bit, but they took it all in stride. Alex may be starting another side project, too...and power chord academy is happening soon. Good thing he's working every single day this week. He actually had to put his hair in a pony tail for work today. Oy vay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-1272453194421053030?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1272453194421053030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=1272453194421053030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1272453194421053030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1272453194421053030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/07/cmon-baby-light-me-on-fire.html' title='C&apos;mon baby light me on fire....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGpOrM4IoXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hq2BEUL02E8/s72-c/DSC_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-6909430275462951249</id><published>2008-06-27T11:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:42:35.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama..mama I'm coming home......</title><content type='html'>So sad, so sad...and a little relieved. I've had more exercise on this vacation than I have in the past 5 years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's put this to rest right now...me...in shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGUWaXxcYkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8FCAOpzEF70/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGUWaXxcYkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8FCAOpzEF70/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216600385692394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken when we were on the pink jeep tour Sunday morning...bouncing around the red rocks...awesome good fun, awesome good pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pics...click on it to make it large and check out the hummingbird feeding on this agave plant...I don't know how they do it without getting drunk!! (Agave plants make tequila, babies....)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGUXjhc1C7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ClcBw3PbrIE/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGUXjhc1C7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ClcBw3PbrIE/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601642420734898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics and details on the way....Petrified Forest, hiking Cathedral Rock, the Grand Canyon...and that's just the last three days...we haven't talked about our Harley rides where we got to see the ghost town taken over by the flower children, and all the swimming in the creek behind the house, and just how completely wonderful this house is. Honestly...I hit it out of the park again on finding a great vacay house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would highly, highly recommend coming here on vacation, and I would highly recommend this house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' on a jet plane........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-6909430275462951249?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6909430275462951249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=6909430275462951249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6909430275462951249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6909430275462951249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamamama-im-coming-home.html' title='Mama..mama I&apos;m coming home......'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGUWaXxcYkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8FCAOpzEF70/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-4786443820769006359</id><published>2008-06-25T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:15:28.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm standin on a corner in Winslow Arizona....</title><content type='html'>it's such a fine sight to see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREETINGS bloggers...still with me? I'm out here in sunny, sunny, sunny Sedona (high temps have ranged from 95-115) with the fam. We've done so many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight on Friday was uneventful. Car rental was smooth, getting out of Phoenix was a breeze. We even took in &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/moca/"&gt;Montezuma's Castle&lt;/a&gt; on the way up...&lt;br /&gt;It didn't get bad until we got to our first house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little house in Clarkdale, AZ - the plan was to check out &lt;a href="http://www.azjerome.com/"&gt;Jerome&lt;/a&gt; and generally relax....sounds great yes? NO. We walk into the house and ... covered in powder. A crystally yellow/white powder. On the floor, on the furniture, on the bedding, on every exposed surface. Ummmmmmm....whodawa?? Ummm, yeah...a fire extinguisher had exploded in the place before our arrival. Are you eff-ing kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to find another place to stay. Now I'm hot, I'm tired, I've been up since 4am and my relaxation mecca is covered in a substance I can hardly breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we find a hotel in Sedona - basically the only hotel pamphlet I had in my little vacay folder (yes, I'm that gay), and it turned out just fine. Hell, I slept Friday night away. Two beers some pizza and a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was 115 degrees, people. Even the lizards are staying under rocks...but us? We hike West Fork. And  pick up the Harley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could recount every nook and cranny of this vacation ... but I refuse to be that relative we all have showing the slides on the living room wall at grandma's....no, that's not me (well, not yet...I'm so  subjecting you to all  the details....like dinner with Colleen and  Michael...hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, the most important part of this trip...was when we were literally standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGMiJ8pijwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mdccyfM1Uq0/s1600-h/DSC_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGMiJ8pijwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mdccyfM1Uq0/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050347719692034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids didn't find this nearly as entertaining as the kev-head and I did....but I can tell you this... we bought more souvenirs here than any other stop on the trip...and we've hiked and biked and hung out with hippies...we've fished and swam and come home to the electric company on our rental property because beavers took out an oak tree that took out power lines and snapped the electrical pole right outside Alex's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a fire extinguisher....now beavers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does this happen?? The good news is that we were hangin' at the Petrified Forest when the power was out for hours...the bad news was that we had the electric company outside our windows and in the woods cutting up the beaver disaster for the evening. Whoops...no naked hot tubbing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...we did what we would have done anyway - sat outside, drank wine, ignored the children until they begged for dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...Grand Canyon tomorrow....more pics, more info....all to come. We're having a blast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-4786443820769006359?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/4786443820769006359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=4786443820769006359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/4786443820769006359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/4786443820769006359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-standin-on-corner-in-winslow-arizona.html' title='I&apos;m standin on a corner in Winslow Arizona....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SGMiJ8pijwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mdccyfM1Uq0/s72-c/DSC_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-1638643428984657865</id><published>2008-06-12T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:15:28.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King's Island trip...</title><content type='html'>Because I'm a glutton for punishment and CLEARLY not busy enough, we took off after Owen's game on Tuesday night (they won - we're 11-0) ...and drove to Indy to my sister's house. We were taking off for King's Island bright and early Wednesday morning. Me, the boys, Jen, Charles and Gavin and my parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually left the house on time, which is a miracle in and of itself. The ride there was fairly quick and uneventful. King's Island has a wonderful feature called preferred parking. It's only $5 more than regular parking, and quite frankly I can't figure out why EVERYONE isn't doing it. We were literally right outside the entrance to the park which was fantastic, because my sister bought enough food for an army and we were able to bounce out of the park for a bit and eat lunch. Considering the bottle of water I bought inside the park was $3.50 - not having to feed my two growing boys at an inflated rate was quite a savings!! (if you click on the pics they'll  enlarge for  you!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFUmxAMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q_Vs0owbX4/s1600-h/DSCF3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFUmxAMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q_Vs0owbX4/s320/DSCF3004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211039268810270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the sun was had by all and no sunburns - why? Oh yeah, I bought sunscreen all right - SPF 70. My sister was totally making fun of me, of course, but we are leaving for the desert next Friday, and I don't need me or Alex peeling away or still suffering burns from a one-day trip to King's Island. It was very hot but not unbearable - and it made the water rides and the water park all the more necessary and fun. I managed to hide my feet under the seat so my shoes weren't squishy and stinky all day...you know you're old when THAT's your main concern about the water rides. Kev-head was just disappointed I wasn't braless wearing a white tank top. Good ole' Kev-head....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFV2UaJwAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i4xanFX7pwQ/s1600-h/DSCF3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFV2UaJwAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i4xanFX7pwQ/s320/DSCF3006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211040635524071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFVRmgSJTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G2UIZgC7WjU/s1600-h/DSCF3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFVRmgSJTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G2UIZgC7WjU/s320/DSCF3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211040004726465842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took off earlier than we did - we of course closed the park down. I got to do one of those lay down roller coasters - I've never done one before. It was pretty cool....I actually liked it better than a lot of the others. Some of those wooden coasters - holy mother. They should be giving you some sort of muscle relaxer before you get on and then whisking you off to a masseuse or chiropractor table when you're done. I was seriously adjusted in ways that I shouldn't be. If I can scan in the pics that they take while you're on the coaster I'll post them hear. The look on my face isn't fear, folks, it's pain. Utter and complete PAIN. Again, you know you're old when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun part of the day was that the cicada's were out in force. You'd just be standing there minding your own business and one of them would "buzz the tower" and you'd see people everywhere ducking and dodging. People everywhere were invading the personal space of perfect strangers to pluck the orange-eyed suckers off unsuspecting victims who were just standing in line minding their own business. One landed on my leg and got halfway through &lt;a href="http://www.pki.com/attractions/detail.cfm?ai_id=154"&gt;Delirium &lt;/a&gt;with me before bailing. Sissy. That's the only ride I've ever seen with a height MAXIMUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day, got back to my sister's late and came to work this morning at a relatively decent hour all things considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommend the park, but anyone under 30 should stay away from the wooden coasters...unless you're really in shape or have a physician or masseuse on hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-1638643428984657865?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/1638643428984657865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=1638643428984657865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1638643428984657865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/1638643428984657865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/06/kings-island-trip.html' title='King&apos;s Island trip...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SFFUmxAMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q_Vs0owbX4/s72-c/DSCF3004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-7529272278646429199</id><published>2008-06-10T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:26:23.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy busy schedule batman!</title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Seriously....mama has been working her fanny off both at work and at home. I've been getting complaints about my absence, but there's nothing I can do...I've just not had it in me lately folks, and I didn't want to bring too much lameness to the blog. I've been so geeky these days I'm *pretty sure* my cool card (what little coolness I had to begin with) has been revoked. The things that have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt; to me lately - you guys would go cross-eyed over. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not fun&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not cool&lt;/span&gt; and if I don't snap out of my geek stupor soon, I may never recover. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did upgrade our database this weekend and it totally worked except that I had to hunch over computers for 6.5 hours and manually uninstall and reinstall the old client for the new. THAT is definitely NOT FUN. But it's done and it works and it wasn't seamless...some hiccups here and there but mostly good stuff...cool stuff...geeky cool stuff. And now I'm working on another upgrade that is very uncool but sooooooo cool if you're a geek, involving things like yum and mono and bzipping stuff. Very uncool...do you see what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week? Next week I'm going to move the whole network to a gig backbone which is the coolest.thing.ever if you know what a gig backbone is, and I'll be dual teaming my nic's and omg someone please make it stop.  I try to listen to cool music while I do my geek stuff but I don't think that's bringing back my coolness anytime soon. I'm in a quicksand pit of geekiness and no one is throwing me a rope, or a stick or a vine or anything so I can pull myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so busy I started this on Tuesday and didn't get to finish!! Oy yoy. Update on King's Island coming...and Carol's in town...hooray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-7529272278646429199?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/7529272278646429199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=7529272278646429199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/7529272278646429199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/7529272278646429199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-busy-schedule-batman.html' title='Holy busy schedule batman!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364016.post-6072415108630320786</id><published>2008-05-27T10:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:33:29.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time makes you bolder, children get older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting older too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm getting older. I have never been more painfully (and I use that word quite literally) aware of my age than I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good....Friday night Sox game - Owen's name in lights. That was fun. I had to talk to the peeps at guest services to find out when his name would be up there so we wouldn't be in the bathroom or buying churros or something. We weren't. Thanks guest service ladies. They not only told me the inning (the 3rd) but the message number he was in the line-up (18). We had fans there cheering for Owen, but unfortunately they were above us and we never heard them. Bummer. Thanks cheering fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SDw2fUJLooI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9LUWAK41rU/s1600-h/mem+day+weekend+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SDw2fUJLooI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9LUWAK41rU/s320/mem+day+weekend+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205095180944515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SDw2UEJLonI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PlRaOja2iE/s1600-h/mem+day+weekend+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SDw2UEJLonI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PlRaOja2iE/s320/mem+day+weekend+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205094987670987378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday found us gardening and doing housework and general stuff...I got to sleep in a little which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Kev-head and I took the motorcycle to church. We have a contemporary service and jeans are appropriate attire, so we assumed bike leather was too. It's a fun thing, to walk out to the parking lot after the service and fire up the hog. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the blues extravaganza at Bozley's. 13 headliners in as many hours. It was crazy insane. All of my favorite people were there! I got to see Jon &amp;amp; Laura, and jam with Killer Ray and Pistol Pete. Love, love, loved jamming that night. Weather was fine - even Owen came out to hang out for awhile. Of course, he was more interested in playing bean bags and eating a sundae...but hey, he was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...well yesterday is what sunk my battleship. We knocked out some long overdue house chores (I filled 4  garbage bags with old clothes from Owen's dressers) and I called some friends to meet at the ball field for a little parent/child softball game. The kids of course wanted it to be parents vs. kids...oy yoy. I'm no spring chicken, lemme tell ya. And somewhere with my age came this fear - this fear of getting hit in the face with the ball. I was playing 3rd and shortstop at first...and every time I'd try to field a grounder I was *pretty sure* that thing was going to take a bad hop and square me in the face. I'd be a version of Marcia Brady coming to work with my nose all huge...would Davy Jones come and take me to the dance?? I don't think so. I didn't play completely horribly. I had at least one nice hit. But boy am I paying for it all today. My legs are sore. My shoulder is sore. My fingers are swollen like little sausages. It's not pretty. I was never an athlete in my younger days, and I'm sure not one now. But I tried! And we had fun. We're definitely going to have to do that again. A couple more families added and we'll have full teams. I better start practicing. We ended the game in a tie...13-13. The kids wanted extra innings, but we parents? We were licked. We didn't have the extra innings left in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, very aware of my nearness to 40. Trying to pretend that I don't have to live on anti-inflammatories today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it better when I'm just screaming from the stands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364016-6072415108630320786?l=30ramble.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/feeds/6072415108630320786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364016&amp;postID=6072415108630320786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6072415108630320786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364016/posts/default/6072415108630320786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30ramble.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-makes-you-bolder-children-get.html' title='Time makes you bolder, children get older...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02162482790143829491'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrDYny8IyKs/SDw2fUJLooI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9LUWAK41rU/s72-c/mem+day+weekend+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>