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term='Mardi Gras stress and excitement'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='Jessica Simpson'/><category term='NOLA'/><category term='old lady headstand'/><category term='snow in New Orleans'/><category term='winning'/><category term='Hal Higdon half marathon training'/><category term='hovering to pee in public bathroom'/><category term='sippy cup'/><category term='staff of the goths'/><category term='Amy Poehler'/><category term='half marathon training'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='funny license plate'/><title type='text'>News from NOLA</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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what's &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;happening in the Big Easy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1249241881512139479</id><published>2009-09-13T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:32:46.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test of the emergency iPhone system</title><content type='html'>This is only a test.  Do not be alarmed if you feel extreme jealousy that you can not update your blog remotely as i am doing using my new iPhone app.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found this app and testing if it works...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1249241881512139479?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1249241881512139479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1249241881512139479&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1249241881512139479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1249241881512139479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-test-of-emergency-iphone-system.html' title='This is a test of the emergency iPhone system'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8521451017005120890</id><published>2009-08-30T21:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:53:15.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento box lunch'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey heads off to the big leagues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sps6xLw80iI/AAAAAAAABFg/vYuCWCmydcc/s1600-h/P1040556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sps6xLw80iI/AAAAAAAABFg/vYuCWCmydcc/s400/P1040556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955196842922530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey has his first day of school on Friday (a half day for practice).  As you can see above, Big Monkey and I saw him off and he was so excited to have new friends and toys to play with, he didn't even notice when we left the room.  Also, pictured below is his official "first day of school bento box".  I have been stocking up and making lists of what I will send him to school with for lunch.  Do you think I have a chance of winning "cutest lunch contest"?  Is there such a thing?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sps6526IveI/AAAAAAAABFo/fBYE_m4evsM/s1600-h/P1040559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sps6526IveI/AAAAAAAABFo/fBYE_m4evsM/s400/P1040559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375955345863130594" 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/20991769-8521451017005120890?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8521451017005120890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8521451017005120890&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8521451017005120890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8521451017005120890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-monkey-heads-off-to-big-leagues.html' title='Little Monkey heads off to the big leagues!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sps6xLw80iI/AAAAAAAABFg/vYuCWCmydcc/s72-c/P1040556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5741552947520669992</id><published>2009-08-21T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:38:51.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn in New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nickolodean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best parenting blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents connect'/><title type='text'>Thanks for your support!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gocitykids.parentsconnect.com/parents-picks/new-orleans-la-usa/best-new-orleans-local-blog" style="width: 130px; height: 150px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.parentsconnect.com/assets/parentspicks09/img_logo_module_winner.gif" style="padding: 0px 15px; display: block;" /&gt;For Local Blog&lt;br /&gt;in New Orleans&lt;/a&gt;I won!  That's right...  I am now officially your pick for best parenting blog in New Orleans.  Thanks to everyone who voted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5741552947520669992?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5741552947520669992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5741552947520669992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5741552947520669992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5741552947520669992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-for-your-support.html' title='Thanks for your support!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6655011609666662137</id><published>2009-08-16T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:46:39.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie and Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibitionist'/><title type='text'>Does blogging make me an exhibitionist?</title><content type='html'>Tonight Big Monkey and I got to go on the elusive "date night" since LM is spending the week with his grandparents.  We went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt; and it was, of course, charming and adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It touched, although not as thoroughly as I'd have liked to see, on the life of a blogger, and her relationship with her blog and her readers.  As a blogger, I often ask myself if I am sharing too much.  How often have you, as a blogger, written down what you are truly feeling, only to hit the backspace because you know you are sharing too much?  You think twice, not because you don't feel the need to "get it all out", but because you fear what people will think about you once they learn what you really have to say.  How many times have you asked, would this be better, for me and the reader, if I was just completely anonymous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads to the question, why do I blog?  Why do I feel the need to share my life and opinions with everyone who knows me and many who don't?  Am I just a self-absorbed exhibitionist who is screaming to the world "its all about me!"?  Or, do I just think I have something to say that others might find interesting as well?  Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not sure what the answer is.  I'm sure many of you have an opinion.  But, some of these questions led me to take a little break from blogging, but I have missed it and I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Monkey starts Preschool in two weeks and I have lots to catch you up on from the last month so I'll be posting regularly again (I hope)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6655011609666662137?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6655011609666662137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6655011609666662137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6655011609666662137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6655011609666662137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-blogging-make-me-exhibitionist.html' title='Does blogging make me an exhibitionist?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4872606831996552762</id><published>2009-08-07T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:19:04.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging break'/><title type='text'>I've missed you too!</title><content type='html'>Big Monkey and I took a cruise a few weeks ago and since we got back I just haven't had much to say.  I've chalked it up to a summer blogging break.  I'll be back real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4872606831996552762?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4872606831996552762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4872606831996552762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4872606831996552762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4872606831996552762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-missed-you-too.html' title='I&apos;ve missed you too!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2305527962263186199</id><published>2009-07-17T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:30:01.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cossdressing toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby loves iced coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking over family business'/><title type='text'>Following in Daddy's footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgHrfrH4vI/AAAAAAAABFY/PmAfQg2ax-w/s1600-h/2007+tax+info.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgHrfrH4vI/AAAAAAAABFY/PmAfQg2ax-w/s400/2007+tax+info.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357040200575345394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that LM is crazy for iced coffee?  Ok, its really just a splash of coffee with a lot of whole milk, but he is crazy for it!  Maybe we have someone in line to take over the family biz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2305527962263186199?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2305527962263186199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2305527962263186199&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2305527962263186199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2305527962263186199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/following-in-daddys-footsteps.html' title='Following in Daddy&apos;s footsteps'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgHrfrH4vI/AAAAAAAABFY/PmAfQg2ax-w/s72-c/2007+tax+info.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8649120591266205488</id><published>2009-07-15T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:30:00.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guts soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menudo'/><title type='text'>Yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgF2srK9II/AAAAAAAABFQ/e6FDctALmwY/s1600-h/P1040155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgF2srK9II/AAAAAAAABFQ/e6FDctALmwY/s400/P1040155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357038194020512898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our favorite Latin American restaurant in Kenner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we realize you are being truthful, let's just leave it at menudo.  If folks really need to know what's in it, they will ask you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8649120591266205488?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8649120591266205488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8649120591266205488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8649120591266205488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8649120591266205488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/yummy.html' title='Yummy!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgF2srK9II/AAAAAAAABFQ/e6FDctALmwY/s72-c/P1040155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4008108163036948810</id><published>2009-07-12T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:00:00.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana High School Rodeo Championships'/><title type='text'>The Champions of the Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf325UwE5I/AAAAAAAABD4/SlPfsOC0oyc/s1600-h/P1040198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf325UwE5I/AAAAAAAABD4/SlPfsOC0oyc/s400/P1040198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022804253348754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 4th weekend, my Dad treated me to an evening at the Louisiana State High School Rodeo Championships!  The last time I had been to a rodeo was when my Dad took me when I was about 8 years old.  Now, the rodeo ambiance isn't usually my scene, but it ended up being a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32j3P6UI/AAAAAAAABDw/zF9Z1BdXOBU/s1600-h/P1040242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32j3P6UI/AAAAAAAABDw/zF9Z1BdXOBU/s400/P1040242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022798492461378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could tell these kids had put a ton of work and care into their sport.  Even when they didn't do well, they never gave up.  It was inspiring and I hope Little Monkey has something he enjoys that much when he gets to be that age.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32SwM2JI/AAAAAAAABDo/2756slvnpJY/s1600-h/P1040202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32SwM2JI/AAAAAAAABDo/2756slvnpJY/s400/P1040202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022793899497618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pictures turned out terrible.  I discovered that my beloved digital camera is no good for action shots.  This was disappointing because I had imagined coming away with some really good pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32cX1-JI/AAAAAAAABDg/HkWc0LzKl4Q/s1600-h/P1040209_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32cX1-JI/AAAAAAAABDg/HkWc0LzKl4Q/s400/P1040209_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022796481689746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were definitely enough Wrangler, Dodge and NRA advertisements to make any Southern girl proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32I2tWbI/AAAAAAAABDY/bA2dIGvWyhg/s1600-h/P1040259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf32I2tWbI/AAAAAAAABDY/bA2dIGvWyhg/s400/P1040259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022791242439090" 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/20991769-4008108163036948810?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4008108163036948810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4008108163036948810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4008108163036948810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4008108163036948810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/champions-of-rodeo.html' title='The Champions of the Rodeo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Slf325UwE5I/AAAAAAAABD4/SlPfsOC0oyc/s72-c/P1040198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8794067421122806267</id><published>2009-07-10T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:18:21.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourist in New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans snowballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOLA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Museum of Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuzza&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Being a tourist in our own town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC6GnXRVI/AAAAAAAABFI/80w7UqIcKQs/s1600-h/DSC_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC6GnXRVI/AAAAAAAABFI/80w7UqIcKQs/s400/DSC_0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034953988588882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week on a rare day off work, Big Monkey and I got some alone time while Little Monkey stayed with the nanny.  We decided to see NOLA as a tourist.  We started off with lunch at one of our favorite Mid-City restaurants, &lt;a href="http://www.liuzzas.com/"&gt;Liuzza's&lt;/a&gt;.  When I was little, my Dad lived in Baton Rouge.  Every once in a while we would make the 70 mile trip into New Orleans just to go to dinner at Liuzza's.  I remember thinking, as a girl, how special a place it was to drive that far just to go eat!  Their fried green tomatoes with shrimp remoulade  are my absolute favorite.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC5jrI7FI/AAAAAAAABE4/5z6U5gEcYXw/s1600-h/DSC_0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC5jrI7FI/AAAAAAAABE4/5z6U5gEcYXw/s400/DSC_0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034944609184850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (chicken salad stuffed creole tomato, red beans and rice, and a Barq's root beer in a frozen mug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC54UMtDI/AAAAAAAABFA/s-CQ_p_yRcQ/s1600-h/DSC_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC54UMtDI/AAAAAAAABFA/s-CQ_p_yRcQ/s400/DSC_0612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034950150108210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.noma.org/"&gt;New Orleans Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt; in City Park.  For some crazy reason, we haven't ever been there.  It is even free for Louisiana Residents and only $8 for others.  The building itself is beautiful.  But, of course, the best part was the air-conditioning!  There is no better feeling than stepping out of 99 degree weather into a 68 degree building!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC5YkTCcI/AAAAAAAABEw/F_psJSXyU_w/s1600-h/DSC_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC5YkTCcI/AAAAAAAABEw/F_psJSXyU_w/s400/DSC_0617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034941627697602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKcVjk8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/FLzVXuAJOYI/s1600-h/DSC_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKcVjk8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/FLzVXuAJOYI/s400/DSC_0634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034135185757122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCLNtEiiI/AAAAAAAABEo/rPZyMgJjRGw/s1600-h/DSC_0624.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/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCLNtEiiI/AAAAAAAABEo/rPZyMgJjRGw/s400/DSC_0624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034148437723682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCK1PLjoI/AAAAAAAABEg/rhoFzWL0qwI/s1600-h/DSC_0625.jpg"&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/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCK1PLjoI/AAAAAAAABEg/rhoFzWL0qwI/s400/DSC_0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034141869903490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKu0xY4I/AAAAAAAABEY/dMMw-kgc4FI/s1600-h/DSC_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKu0xY4I/AAAAAAAABEY/dMMw-kgc4FI/s400/DSC_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034140148523906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the museum, we headed out to Lakeview to see the slab where my Grandparent's house had been before Katrina, but also to have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowball_%28dessert%29"&gt;New Orleans snowballs&lt;/a&gt; at the neighborhood snowball stand.  I veered away from my ole favorite flavor, Nector, and, to my disappointment, went with Yellow Cake Batter.  It was not nearly as good, but did the job of cooling us down and giving us our afternoon sugar rush.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKCK9BLI/AAAAAAAABEI/6SBkpbhtrgU/s1600-h/DSC_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgCKCK9BLI/AAAAAAAABEI/6SBkpbhtrgU/s400/DSC_0656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357034128161965234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time and took some fun pics for your enjoyment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8794067421122806267?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8794067421122806267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8794067421122806267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8794067421122806267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8794067421122806267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-tourist-in-our-own-town.html' title='Being a tourist in our own town'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlgC6GnXRVI/AAAAAAAABFI/80w7UqIcKQs/s72-c/DSC_0614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-436761035909240519</id><published>2009-07-09T06:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:02:02.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cossdressing toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wearing mom&apos;s shoes'/><title type='text'>Ok Klinger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlXbL3FDFhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xrh8Fc5JBWs/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlXbL3FDFhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xrh8Fc5JBWs/s400/DSC_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356428328637240850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey has become obsessed with the shoes in MY closet.  He wants nothing to do with Big Monkey's shoes.  His favorite thing to do is sit down and make a humongous pile of my shoes on top of his legs.  I guess I should be proud because he has made it his own "Memory" game by matching all the shoes up too.  His favorite are this pair of red shoes I only wore during my last trimester of pregnancy.  They are way too big now (on me and LM), but these are the first ones he picked out to prance around in.  Do you think he remembers them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-436761035909240519?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/436761035909240519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=436761035909240519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/436761035909240519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/436761035909240519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-klinger.html' title='Ok Klinger!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SlXbL3FDFhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xrh8Fc5JBWs/s72-c/DSC_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8605372116118931203</id><published>2009-07-05T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:35:10.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evian baby commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapping babies'/><title type='text'>Dancing Babies make everyone smile</title><content type='html'>This Evian commercial was posted on my Mommies ChatBoard today and I had to share it.  BM and I have watched it a milion times and crack up just as much as the first time we watched it.  Who wouldn't smile at roller skating babies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQcVllWpwGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQcVllWpwGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8605372116118931203?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8605372116118931203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8605372116118931203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8605372116118931203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8605372116118931203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-babies-make-everyone-smile.html' title='Dancing Babies make everyone smile'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1795295257823639776</id><published>2009-07-01T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:30:10.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Daily Plate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat free half and half'/><title type='text'>The diet begins again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Skvt0t-GFQI/AAAAAAAABDI/wFAyMUWmxKA/s1600-h/15102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Skvt0t-GFQI/AAAAAAAABDI/wFAyMUWmxKA/s400/15102.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353634072008987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stuff is sooo good and only 20 calories and 0 grams of fat!  How did I not know that fat free half and half exists?  No, I'm not getting paid for this.  It is really just that good.  What's the catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I used it to make my own version of &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/index.php"&gt;Hungry Girl's&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Banana Smoothie recipe.  It was delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hard-core back on my diet starting two days ago. I'm kickin' it old school by actually counting calories.  I've never done that before (I ususally go WW) but I found this great site, &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com/"&gt;My Daily Plate&lt;/a&gt;, that makes it really easy.  You go in and calculate how many calories you should eat per day based on weight, height, activity level, etc.  They have like every food known to man already in their database and you just put in what you eat and it calculates your calories for the day.  I'm having fun with it so far.  Hopefully it won't get boring fast.  I'll keep you up to date on what I lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1795295257823639776?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1795295257823639776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1795295257823639776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1795295257823639776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1795295257823639776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/07/diet-begins-again.html' title='The diet begins again...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Skvt0t-GFQI/AAAAAAAABDI/wFAyMUWmxKA/s72-c/15102.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4594089579868293249</id><published>2009-06-25T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:32:23.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death of Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Some days surprise you</title><content type='html'>What a strange day it was to lose two legends within hours.  RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett.  Today at work, I checked CNN and noted Farah Fawcett had passed away.  It obviously didn't surprise me as I had been hearing of her illness for months.  I mentioned it in passing to a coworker and went about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then, later that evening, we had a client event and in the distance I heard someone in the crowd mention that Michael Jackson had died.  I, being the celebrity gossip hound that I am, immediately looked up and said, "what, no you mean Farrah Fawcett".  And she said, "no, I just heard Michael Jackson died."  I was shocked.  That totally came out of left field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I grew up with Michael Jackson in my consciousness since I was about 8 years old.  I was never a superfan but he was always there and I did my fair share of moonwalks in my day.  But, it really shocked me to hear of him dying.  A couple of things surprised me by my own reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He apparently died from cardiac arrest.  My father had a heart attack last month and is doing well now, but this reminded me of just how easily it could have gone the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Even though Michael was much older than me, he was part of the collective memory of my generation.  In some ways he defined parts of it... art, music, fashion.  He truly was an American icon, even if some don't want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I immediately went to Facebook to gage the reaction and it ranged from mourning an artist to disgust that some were sad over the passing of a "pedophile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction is one of mourning, not necessarily for the man, but for the loss of what could have been if he had not been plagued by physical and mental illness.  Imagine what more someone of his talents could have given the world, had he not turned into what he eventually became.  The whole story is just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll leave you with one of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfJu_Bom2sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfJu_Bom2sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4594089579868293249?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4594089579868293249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4594089579868293249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4594089579868293249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4594089579868293249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-days-surprise-you.html' title='Some days surprise you'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2817223352152495880</id><published>2009-06-22T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:53:39.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Monkey!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Little Monkey's 2nd birthday!  We had a wonderful party with family at Leenie and Grump's house.  LM got tons of presents and had a great time.  My grandparents got him a baby baby grand piano and he LOVED it.  I definitely think we have a little virtuoso on our hands.  Here are some pics of the fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfjm4jpI/AAAAAAAABB0/MJAnHb78j8U/s1600-h/P1040310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfjm4jpI/AAAAAAAABB0/MJAnHb78j8U/s400/P1040310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350566729485970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfs19ZcI/AAAAAAAABBs/uW4BQ5nduaQ/s1600-h/P1040304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfs19ZcI/AAAAAAAABBs/uW4BQ5nduaQ/s400/P1040304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350569208636866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfJAh00I/AAAAAAAABBk/VipD5579kJk/s1600-h/P1040265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfJAh00I/AAAAAAAABBk/VipD5579kJk/s400/P1040265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350559589290818" 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/20991769-2817223352152495880?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2817223352152495880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2817223352152495880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2817223352152495880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2817223352152495880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-little-monkey.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Monkey!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SkBDfjm4jpI/AAAAAAAABB0/MJAnHb78j8U/s72-c/P1040310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3208555118732370040</id><published>2009-06-15T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:49:02.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose picking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pick your nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><title type='text'>Nosepicking 101</title><content type='html'>This is what Big Monkey taught Little Monkey when I went shopping last weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/no7snLZ0Vqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/no7snLZ0Vqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a classy kid I've got on my hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3208555118732370040?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3208555118732370040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3208555118732370040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3208555118732370040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3208555118732370040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/nosepicking-101.html' title='Nosepicking 101'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7162578868950737395</id><published>2009-06-13T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:46:07.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Louis Cathedral'/><title type='text'>My Little New Orleans Po-Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SjORZOIR6VI/AAAAAAAABBc/yIe83c8McwI/s1600-h/P1040145_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SjORZOIR6VI/AAAAAAAABBc/yIe83c8McwI/s400/P1040145_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346777045094492498" 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/20991769-7162578868950737395?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7162578868950737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7162578868950737395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7162578868950737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7162578868950737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-new-orleans-po-boy.html' title='My Little New Orleans Po-Boy!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SjORZOIR6VI/AAAAAAAABBc/yIe83c8McwI/s72-c/P1040145_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6776281105521035110</id><published>2009-06-11T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:02:59.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new half marathon training schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why I love running'/><title type='text'>On the Road Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3N9bOKbhI/AAAAAAAABBM/Up_qqOcD7eM/s1600-h/56316894_b057ec2482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3N9bOKbhI/AAAAAAAABBM/Up_qqOcD7eM/s400/56316894_b057ec2482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345154787921522194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally started training again for my second half-marathon.  My girlfriends and I are doing a girls' half-marathon Labor Day weekend.  Hopefully, it will become something we can do annually and the number of girls will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I am going to use &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/inter.htm"&gt;Hal Higdon's Intermediate Training program&lt;/a&gt; which includes speedwork.  I'm a bit nervous about it, since for my last half, I was only really worried about finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my own motivation, while running a grueling three miles yesterday, I started a list of "5 Reasons I Love Running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I love having a goal in front of me that I have to work at to accomplish.  It makes me feel good about myself to know that I pushed myself to do something that not everyone can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love the camaraderie of the running community.  There is always something to talk about with another runner,  whether it is your next race, your last race, your pace time, your running shoes, whatever.  There is an enthusiasm that drives me.  I love waking up early to get out there and see other runners who have the same commitment.  Even if its just a smile, you know that you both share something, they are working toward a personal goal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love feeling the connection to my body.  Since I started running, I am intuitively connected to every muscle in my body.  I feel every twitch and have to think about what it is and what it may lead to.  I love having a particularly hard run and then totally feeling it in my legs and back the next day.  The pain becomes addictive because you know it means you worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love running because it gives me time to share secrets with myself.  While running, I am thinking about all kinds of things in my head.  Anything from blog posts I want to write to what I should have said when that guy bumped me in the elevator the day before.  When I finish that run, I have no idea what I thought about.  It leaves my mind and may or may not ever come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lastly, I love being totally in tune with my surroundings.  While running, you have to recognize every crack in the road, every slight hill coming up, every pothole that might be lead to a fall.  You must recognize landmarks to know how far you have run along your route.  Along with topography, you must be in tune with the weather daily, knowing when is the best time to run, when with the temperature be the friendliest.  It makes me appreciate wherever I am a little bit more when I have to recognize these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on my progress through the next three months of training in the miserable New Orleans summer heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6776281105521035110?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6776281105521035110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6776281105521035110&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6776281105521035110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6776281105521035110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3N9bOKbhI/AAAAAAAABBM/Up_qqOcD7eM/s72-c/56316894_b057ec2482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2812701403023638742</id><published>2009-06-08T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:54:35.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>New Orleans History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3Ohs9QNEI/AAAAAAAABBU/OIjBsTMieaE/s1600-h/P1030188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3Ohs9QNEI/AAAAAAAABBU/OIjBsTMieaE/s400/P1030188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345155411157726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Orleans- as seen on historical marker I saw along the Mississippi River in the French Quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2812701403023638742?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2812701403023638742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2812701403023638742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2812701403023638742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2812701403023638742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-orleans-history.html' title='New Orleans History'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Si3Ohs9QNEI/AAAAAAAABBU/OIjBsTMieaE/s72-c/P1030188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3572797249241792986</id><published>2009-06-06T07:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:31:26.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purse giveaway'/><title type='text'>Pretty Purse Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiphYlWhcVI/AAAAAAAABBE/oMlI6ZyHE2Q/s1600-h/BG%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiphYlWhcVI/AAAAAAAABBE/oMlI6ZyHE2Q/s400/BG%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344190982799847762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm loving this bag and totally want to win it.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.wishingtrue.com/2009/06/very-first-wishing-true-giveaway-bee.html?showComment=1244291319070#c8643984281490549102"&gt;Wishing True Blog&lt;/a&gt; for her giveaway.  There are a ton of choices, all of which all beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3572797249241792986?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3572797249241792986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3572797249241792986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3572797249241792986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3572797249241792986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-purse-giveaway.html' title='Pretty Purse Giveaway'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiphYlWhcVI/AAAAAAAABBE/oMlI6ZyHE2Q/s72-c/BG%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1870608207169844763</id><published>2009-06-02T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:11:38.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee on toilet seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squating to pee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hovering to pee in public bathroom'/><title type='text'>Sit your butt on the seat, damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiXNjgPEmUI/AAAAAAAABA8/woP05LlaEzc/s1600-h/pee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiXNjgPEmUI/AAAAAAAABA8/woP05LlaEzc/s400/pee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342902542777227586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had it with you women who hover over the toilet seat and spray your pee all over the seat for the next person to find and clean up.  Sit your ass on the seat and do your business, damn it!  Do you really think you are going to catch a disease by sitting on the seat?  Have you actually ever heard of this happening to.... anyone?!  I have absolutely never, not once in my life, heard a true story of anyone catching a disease or even getting sick from sitting on a toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you realize that it is you that is the problem?  The reason people hover is because of people who hover!  The pee on the seat that you don't want to touch is from the previous person who didn't want to touch the pee on the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it now?  You are the problem!  SIT DOWN, pee, wipe...  this is how NOT to get pee on the seat for me to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way,&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020/Health/story?id=1213831&amp;amp;page=1"&gt; the floor you are walking on is much dirtier than that seat anyway.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1870608207169844763?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1870608207169844763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1870608207169844763&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1870608207169844763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1870608207169844763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/06/sit-your-butt-on-seat-damn-it.html' title='Sit your butt on the seat, damn it!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SiXNjgPEmUI/AAAAAAAABA8/woP05LlaEzc/s72-c/pee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1089546919446022053</id><published>2009-05-30T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:24:11.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textook parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby sleeping'/><title type='text'>The Sleep Whisperer</title><content type='html'>We have been fortunate that The Little Monkey has always been a pretty good sleeper.  Since about eight months old he has settled down into a pattern of falling asleep at about 7pm, waking at 6:30am, naptime from 10:30-1:30 daily.  Big Monkey and I have each had our different "specialties".  BM is good at bathtime, diaper changes, playtime, and just about everything else, but my "specialty" is sleeptime.  For some reason, I've always been able to get him to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an especially satisfying experience.  LM awoke at 2:45 am screaming.  BM offered to go in so, I told him just pat his back and say good night and walk out the room.  Well, of course BM lingered, which made LM want to play and when BM finally did leave, there was much screaming and jumping to continue.  So, I went in, tucked him in like a burrito (my special move), patted his back, turned on his music, and whispered "Beunos Noches", and it was complete quiet, and he fell asleep immediately until 7am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome am I!  I was actually pretty proud of myself and my parenting skills.  It made start thinking about those few and far between times when something goes just right and how great that makes you feel as a parent.  Last weekend, LM was playing in a cardboard box, taking items out of it and putting them back in.  He fell out of the box and, I could tell he hurt himself.  He started to whimper a bit and looked at me as if to determine if he should start a full-on wail.  I immediately said "You're ok... you're not hurt... put your things back in the box..." AND....  he did just that!  No crying, no screaming, he just got up and put his things back in the box.  Even my father remarked that I handled it well.  That was a great moment in parenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice feeling to have it go textbook.  Unfortunately, that doesn't happen everyday so when it does, I totally savor the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1089546919446022053?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1089546919446022053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1089546919446022053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1089546919446022053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1089546919446022053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-whisperer.html' title='The Sleep Whisperer'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3741422297078490942</id><published>2009-05-27T23:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:20:51.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first carousel ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans City Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storyland'/><title type='text'>A day with Little Monkey at New Orleans City Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4QaJbLwuI/AAAAAAAABA0/MUJZE2K61T8/s1600-h/P1030952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4QaJbLwuI/AAAAAAAABA0/MUJZE2K61T8/s400/P1030952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724249500566242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a little girl, I used to come to New Orleans often to visit my Grandparents.  My favorite thing to do was go to the amusement park in&lt;a href="http://www.neworleanscitypark.com/"&gt; City Park&lt;/a&gt; with my Grandpa.  I remember being so scared of the teacups that one time the man even stopped the ride in the middle to let me off because I was screaming so loudly!  But, my absolute favorite park of our trips was taking the train around the park.  I loved watching all the families having picnics, the paddleboats on the water, and the oak trees sprawling across the grounds.  Well, this weekend I finally took Little Monkey to the park and we had a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Monkey was stuck in bed sick all weekend, so LM and I had the whole three days to ourselves.  Below is a pictorial of our adventures...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pc3T3gLI/AAAAAAAABAs/dQ41TcI4pVk/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pc3T3gLI/AAAAAAAABAs/dQ41TcI4pVk/s400/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723196666020018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LM takes his first train ride!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pc11bt1I/AAAAAAAABAk/yTnTG3eRQ1Y/s1600-h/mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pc11bt1I/AAAAAAAABAk/yTnTG3eRQ1Y/s400/mushrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723196269934418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LM trippin on shrooms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4PcTeDT0I/AAAAAAAABAc/UyRBSS_zp_E/s1600-h/lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4PcTeDT0I/AAAAAAAABAc/UyRBSS_zp_E/s400/lamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723187045060418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LM meets Mary's lamb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4PcLxP40I/AAAAAAAABAU/4IJOtLLR-to/s1600-h/carousel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4PcLxP40I/AAAAAAAABAU/4IJOtLLR-to/s400/carousel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723184978092866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LM second go on the carousel went a bit smoother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pb4w2QtI/AAAAAAAABAM/bbwkpFwNSig/s1600-h/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4Pb4w2QtI/AAAAAAAABAM/bbwkpFwNSig/s400/bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723179876139730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LM finds a bench the is just his size)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3741422297078490942?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3741422297078490942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3741422297078490942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3741422297078490942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3741422297078490942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-with-little-monkey-at-new-orleans.html' title='A day with Little Monkey at New Orleans City Park'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sh4QaJbLwuI/AAAAAAAABA0/MUJZE2K61T8/s72-c/P1030952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5068555491130754961</id><published>2009-05-26T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:55:02.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for me, please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gocitykids.parentsconnect.com/parents-picks/new-orleans-la-usa/best-new-orleans-local-blog"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Shvmfrm5bEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/silGP-I7Q00/s400/ppa_nominee_md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340115215134059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out...  My blog was nominated for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Local Blog- New Orleans Edition&lt;/span&gt;.  Click on the pic above to vote for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5068555491130754961?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5068555491130754961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5068555491130754961&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5068555491130754961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5068555491130754961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/vote-for-me-please.html' title='Vote for me, please!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Shvmfrm5bEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/silGP-I7Q00/s72-c/ppa_nominee_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1002513811420774693</id><published>2009-05-24T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:54:27.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny license plate'/><title type='text'>An agreeable driver</title><content type='html'>An awesome license plate we saw in Virginia when I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShokU6_a2mI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZwWBOE68ms4/s1600-h/P1030821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShokU6_a2mI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZwWBOE68ms4/s400/P1030821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339620250052385378" 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/20991769-1002513811420774693?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1002513811420774693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1002513811420774693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1002513811420774693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1002513811420774693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/agreeable-driver.html' title='An agreeable driver'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShokU6_a2mI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZwWBOE68ms4/s72-c/P1030821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3569732993503521523</id><published>2009-05-21T22:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:32:24.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first carousel ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall of Louisiana'/><title type='text'>I guess bobbing porcelain horses are a bit scary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShYb9E5jelI/AAAAAAAAA_s/X_u-H-sL3K0/s1600-h/carousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShYb9E5jelI/AAAAAAAAA_s/X_u-H-sL3K0/s400/carousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485144395414098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey was treated to his first carousel ride last weekend at The Mall of Louisiana.  He started off ok and I thought, "wow, we might make it through this without tears, screaming, and embarrassment", but then he saw my mom standing on the sidelines and he lost it.  He cried the whole ride and acted as if the horse was going to buck him off at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was seeing the 9 month old girl who was also on the ride all smiles and giggles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3569732993503521523?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3569732993503521523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3569732993503521523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3569732993503521523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3569732993503521523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-guess-bobbing-porcelain-horses-are.html' title='I guess bobbing porcelain horses are a bit scary...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShYb9E5jelI/AAAAAAAAA_s/X_u-H-sL3K0/s72-c/carousel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3369431282629101961</id><published>2009-05-20T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:23:15.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunch in a box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new hobby'/><title type='text'>All Bento, all the time....</title><content type='html'>Over the last two years I have heard about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bento"&gt;Bento&lt;/a&gt; on my mommy chat board and largely ignored it as something that only moms with lots of time on their hands (i.e. not me) would even remotely be interested in.  But, since I haven't been able to run, I have developed a need for a new hobby in my life (i.e. something to spend wasteful amounts of money on).  So, since preschool is rapidly approaching, I started wondering what LM would bring in his lunches and stumbled upon my new favorite blog,&lt;a href="http://lunchinabox.net/"&gt; Lunch In a Box&lt;/a&gt;.  It is all about the ins and outs of bento-ing, and I, of course, have become obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some (and by some, I mean hours) of research, I made the leap to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.ichibankanusa.com/"&gt;Ichiban Kan website&lt;/a&gt; and make some purchases.  My package arrived Monday night and I now proudly give you my first bento box.... ta-da!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShTWn2yCxyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8LXFSBLnfkY/s1600-h/bento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShTWn2yCxyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8LXFSBLnfkY/s400/bento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338127438549534498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it looks pretty good.  I had it for lunch Tuesday and I made another one tonight for tomorrow.  As they keep coming, I'll post more pictures of my creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3369431282629101961?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3369431282629101961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3369431282629101961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3369431282629101961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3369431282629101961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-bento-all-time.html' title='All Bento, all the time....'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ShTWn2yCxyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8LXFSBLnfkY/s72-c/bento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5853160912908342779</id><published>2009-05-14T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:04:57.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scanwiches'/><title type='text'>Scanwiches?</title><content type='html'>Have y'all heard about this website?  My sister introduced it to me while I was up in DC.  Its called &lt;a href="http://scanwiches.com/"&gt;Scanwiches&lt;/a&gt; and the premise is that this guy buys a sandwich everyday and before eating it, he scans it and then posts the picture to the website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it is actually pretty interesting to look at some random guys lunch everyday.  My first reaction though, was that he must go thru a lot of windex cleaning that scanner everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5853160912908342779?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5853160912908342779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5853160912908342779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5853160912908342779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5853160912908342779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/scanwiches.html' title='Scanwiches?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5124493985702199188</id><published>2009-05-12T22:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:43:58.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school visit'/><title type='text'>You Can't Go Home Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA9ISTFNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/W9UZs4JrCrk/s1600-h/P1030819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA9ISTFNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/W9UZs4JrCrk/s400/P1030819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148127514203346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a kid, I moved around quite a bit, moving 6 times before college.  For third through fifth grade, we lived in Alexandria, VA.  So, since I was in Alexandria for my run, I decided to visit my old stomping ground for the first time since we moved away 23 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in a condominium and I always thought that was pretty cool and that we were kind of like the Jeffersons (one of my favorite tv shows at the time) minus the wisecracking housekeeper, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA0ArOX4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/PGHBuC1l5ic/s1600-h/P1030816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA0ArOX4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/PGHBuC1l5ic/s400/P1030816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335147970852446082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(See the corner balconies? Count ten up and that's were we lived)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everything seemed so much smaller on this visit.  I remember the walk being kind of far but, it was, in fact, just right next door.  At both the school and the condo, I told people how I used to live there and they let us inside and were happy to have us and show us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA0TY5PGI/AAAAAAAAA_U/HAKxcbyRBqU/s1600-h/P1030812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA0TY5PGI/AAAAAAAAA_U/HAKxcbyRBqU/s400/P1030812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335147975875837026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Me in front of the much refurbished rec center behind my elementary school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My school was right down the street and I walked there every morning and home every evening.  There was a great recreational center at the school that I would stay at for after-school activities.  The school also had a wonderful gifted program and I remember learning a lot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great to revisit a little piece of my childhood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5124493985702199188?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5124493985702199188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5124493985702199188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5124493985702199188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5124493985702199188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cant-go-home-again.html' title='You Can&apos;t Go Home Again...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgpA9ISTFNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/W9UZs4JrCrk/s72-c/P1030819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7820825743826410506</id><published>2009-05-07T21:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:29:59.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first half marathon'/><title type='text'>Half Marathon report continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgOYlCrNs0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/9fhuMrO4_Zg/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgOYlCrNs0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/9fhuMrO4_Zg/s400/run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333274145877504834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, as I told you in the last post, although the race was officially canceled, I decided I had NOT flown 1100 miles to NOT run 13.1 miles, so I just started where the starting line had been, set my Garmin, and headed off down the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I started out way too fast and finished my first mile at about a 9:30 pace which is way too fast for me.  I felt pretty good though and kept going between 9:30-10:45 for about the first three miles.  Of course, then the hills came and I had to slow down considerably.I settled into a 10:15-10:45 pace and was feeling really good about it.  As I hit each hill, I had to slow down to between 11-12 minute mile pace, but I was ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water stations were placed well.  I had decided not to take any GU with me and I'm still not sure if that was the right decision or not.  I was definitely starting to get hungry about midway through and could have used a bit of a boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the half-way mark, we turned around and headed back the way we came.  I was still doing and feeling pretty well although my average pace had slowed to about 10:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hit mile 8!  The mile between 8 and 9 just really sucked.  I definitely started feeling every hill and was just getting very tired in general.  My legs started burning and I really started wanting this to be over.  I just kept counting down the miles in my head and started thinking about anything else I could think to think about.  Finally, I made it to mile 10 and things started looking up.  Beyonce's "Single Ladies" came up on my Ipod and I even managed a "raise the roof" sign to my fellow runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile eleven started well enough and I even kicked it into high gear for a bit, but by 11 1/2, I pretty much lost all steam.  My old friend, achilles tendinitis  (which I haven't had for over a year) returned in my right foot.  It was starting to get really painful and the next mile and a half was pretty miserable.  I just kept thinking, "you are almost done and look what you will have accomplished!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I knew I was getting close to the end and saw some spectators ahead.  I ran as fast as I could and finally saw LS standing at the finish line with camera ready.  I was so glad to be done with that race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my achilles tendinits continued to get worse the rest of the trip and I wasn't really able to do any sightseeing due to that and the rain.  I went to the doctor yesterday and got some medicine so I'm hoping it goes away fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the next half-marathon in September.  Hopefully that one will actually count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7820825743826410506?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7820825743826410506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7820825743826410506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7820825743826410506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7820825743826410506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-marathon-report-continued.html' title='Half Marathon report continued...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgOYlCrNs0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/9fhuMrO4_Zg/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1038616149750447137</id><published>2009-05-06T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:08:03.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first half marathon'/><title type='text'>Half-Marathon Race Report... Time 2:25:07</title><content type='html'>Running a half marathon... check (yep, that's me, checking that off my list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started out great.  My Little Sis (we'll call her LS) picked me up at the airport and we went to her house to call it a night and rest up.  We awoke to rain and decided to scrap our plans of going into DC to, instead, hit the Pentagon City mall.  After some shopping, we headed to Alexandria and the hotel where the race "expo" was to be and where we were staying the night.  This is where the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no accident that I put the word "expo" in quotes.  Although I am fairly new to running, I have seen my fair share of expos and, this, my friends, was no expo.  This was essentially a grouping of three tables in a hotel restaurant with some running pamphlets on it.  But, I knew it was a small race so I trekked on.  Next, I picked up my bib, timing chip and t-shirt.  Unfortunately, none of the volunteers could answer any of my questions about the shuttle to the race, the pasta dinner, or really anything else about the race at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that only about 20 people had signed up for the pasta dinner, which was pretty disappointing since I was really looking forward to meeting other runners.  When we got to the dinner, there were no introductions, and the race director was screaming loudly at the hotel staff to the point that we were embarrassed to be part of the group.  The "inspirational speaker" ended up speaking on the topic of co-ops which I am still unsure of how that has anything to do with running.  Let's just say, you know a dinner is bad, when we both left before they broke out the ice cream cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the race I woke early enough to take a shower and get to the start by 6am.  They had a rolling start which meant you could start at any time before 7am.  To me, this sort of defeats the purpose of a race since I get the most out of actually racing other people.  When you don't have that initial shot of adrenalin at the gun going off, you lose a lot of momentum.  I decided to wait until the "official" start of 7am in hopes it would be a bigger crowd at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 7 am comes and goes and there starts a rumbling through the crowd.  As I soon find out, the National Park Service has revoked the race director's permit because he got a permit for 300 people and signed up 1000.  His excuse....  "they never stopped us in year's past!"  What an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgJeGDYUmVI/AAAAAAAAA-M/d9tGR0u019I/s1600-h/P1030825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgJeGDYUmVI/AAAAAAAAA-M/d9tGR0u019I/s400/P1030825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928366839634258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Me hitting the stop button on my Garmin as I stepped over the finish line!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point most of us, just said, Screw it and started running the race.  Thank God for my Garmin.  I kept my time myself and finished right in my projected time of 2:25:07!  I was really happy with my time and I know if it hadn't been for the hills, I could have shaved off at least 2-3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I think this was a race really just meant for locals, but LS and I did have a great weekend despite the idiot race director and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a more thorough report on the actual running tomorrow.  Thanks for everyone's support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1038616149750447137?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1038616149750447137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1038616149750447137&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1038616149750447137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1038616149750447137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-marathon-race-report-time-22507.html' title='Half-Marathon Race Report... Time 2:25:07'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SgJeGDYUmVI/AAAAAAAAA-M/d9tGR0u019I/s72-c/P1030825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8077453604947299730</id><published>2009-05-01T16:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:27:15.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AirTran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffed porkchops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggage fee'/><title type='text'>Not feeling the love</title><content type='html'>I'm at the airport right now and am more than a bit annoyed at AirTran because I just had to pay $15 to check ONE bag.  I've never had to pay to check one bag before!  Is this a new thing or does AirTran just suck?  The worst part is I totally could have brought my bag on the plane but I am also carrying a cooler full of meat for my sister which I will now have to use as my carry-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to my former vegan, meat-hating sister, you better not waste a bite of these stuffed porkchops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8077453604947299730?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8077453604947299730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8077453604947299730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8077453604947299730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8077453604947299730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-feeling-love.html' title='Not feeling the love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6689418173796255152</id><published>2009-04-30T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:24:57.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch to 5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first half marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c25k'/><title type='text'>The time is near!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave for Washington DC to visit my sister and run my first half marathon on Sunday.  I am really looking forward to my run.  I've worked really hard and am proud that I've made it to a point I think I could actually run 13.1 miles.  This coming from the girl who dropped out of jogging class in college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2008 is when I started the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5k program&lt;/a&gt; and I could barely run for 1 minute without keeling over.  Well, it took a year and a half, but now I'm running 5 miles with ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck!  I'm hoping to finish under 2:25.  We'll see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6689418173796255152?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6689418173796255152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6689418173796255152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6689418173796255152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6689418173796255152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-is-near.html' title='The time is near!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8104013120472894081</id><published>2009-04-27T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:42:14.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt cheeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubba Gump Run Forrest Run 5k'/><title type='text'>Weekend run and butt cleavage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfZ6qnK8rjI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Gwke4APdBLo/s1600-h/P1030804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfZ6qnK8rjI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Gwke4APdBLo/s400/P1030804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582081527557682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend, the girlfriends and I decided to run the Bubba Gump Shrimp Run, Forrest, Run 5k through the French Quarter.  It is really one of the best races I think.  The shrimp pasta and caesar salad following the race are delish and since its Jazz Fest weekend, tons of people show up to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I ran my best 5k time yet.  The most disturbing part of the whole morning was this....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfZ6qaQrB0I/AAAAAAAAA98/RCBigRldYyk/s1600-h/P1030799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfZ6qaQrB0I/AAAAAAAAA98/RCBigRldYyk/s400/P1030799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582078061905730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who wears this to a competitive race.  "Excuse me, m'am...  Um, I think your right butt cheek just fell out of your shorts.  Can you please tuck that back in there.  Thanks..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8104013120472894081?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8104013120472894081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8104013120472894081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8104013120472894081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8104013120472894081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-run-and-butt-cleavage.html' title='Weekend run and butt cleavage'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfZ6qnK8rjI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Gwke4APdBLo/s72-c/P1030804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5484417366862557060</id><published>2009-04-26T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:12:26.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot-o-gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz Fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porta potty'/><title type='text'>What a weekend to be in New Orleans!</title><content type='html'>This was a beautiful and eventful weekend to be in New Orleans.  It was the first weekend of JazzFest, the Zurich Golf Classic, the Bubba Gump Shrimp "Run, Forrest, Run" 5 k race, and in general, just wonderful spring weekend!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfUUV1YHjYI/AAAAAAAAA90/B4VAKW-8Nvw/s1600-h/P1030791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfUUV1YHjYI/AAAAAAAAA90/B4VAKW-8Nvw/s400/P1030791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329188099400895874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think our across the street neighbors are a little too into the JazzFest spirit.  When we came home Friday, as you walk out on our front porch, this is the image you see.  I mean, we are all excited about JazzFest, but The Pot-O-Gold is not the one memory I want to take home from it!  In all seriousness, I'm not quite sure why they couldn't scoot the potty into their driveway or somewhere a bit more discreet. (It is for the painters that are working on their house) But, in general, BM and I just thought this was the funniest thing EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5484417366862557060?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5484417366862557060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5484417366862557060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5484417366862557060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5484417366862557060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weekend-to-be-in-new-orleans.html' title='What a weekend to be in New Orleans!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SfUUV1YHjYI/AAAAAAAAA90/B4VAKW-8Nvw/s72-c/P1030791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4325088551529804650</id><published>2009-04-21T22:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:16:43.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee house'/><title type='text'>Open letter to latte lover</title><content type='html'>Dear strange lady who happens to live in our neighborhood and is also a coffeeshop customer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a customer.  Yes, we appreciate your business.  The $3.45 we get from you the once a month you come in helps support our family.  We try our best to make you the most delicious latte everytime you visit our establishment.  I am glad you like it most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, just because you know where we live, you really do not need to pound on our private home's door at 7 pm while we are putting Little Monkey to sleep and tell us how you are disappointed in your latte today.  We do not need your opinion at 7pm on our front porch of what we should do to make a better latte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, it just makes you seem even more strange, and, in general, just kinda freaks us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monkeys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4325088551529804650?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4325088551529804650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4325088551529804650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4325088551529804650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4325088551529804650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/open-letter-to-latte-lover.html' title='Open letter to latte lover'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5069925131537923029</id><published>2009-04-16T22:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:45:49.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streetcar Named Inspire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>"Streetcar Named Inspire" cont'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been taking more Streetcar pics for y'all around the city as I see them.  Here are a few I have seen recently...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43lBP_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Ut4Oiq4AKpQ/s1600-h/P1030749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43lBP_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Ut4Oiq4AKpQ/s400/P1030749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498718102748642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(on Fulton Street near Harrah's Casino Hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43uR7moI/AAAAAAAAA9U/PAoN5q64D1Q/s1600-h/P1030554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43uR7moI/AAAAAAAAA9U/PAoN5q64D1Q/s400/P1030554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498720588634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43uR7moI/AAAAAAAAA9U/PAoN5q64D1Q/s1600-h/P1030554.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Inside Hilton Riverside Hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43UlSxwI/AAAAAAAAA9M/XXbvTVxq9lY/s1600-h/P1030479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43UlSxwI/AAAAAAAAA9M/XXbvTVxq9lY/s400/P1030479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498713690523394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in front of New Orleans JCC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43ZomMfI/AAAAAAAAA9E/JLvFv2stsxg/s1600-h/P1030455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43ZomMfI/AAAAAAAAA9E/JLvFv2stsxg/s400/P1030455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498715046556146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in front of Whole Foods- yes, those are all beer bottle caps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43QaPnKI/AAAAAAAAA88/VnWlLSXenMo/s1600-h/P1030437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43QaPnKI/AAAAAAAAA88/VnWlLSXenMo/s400/P1030437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498712570436770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(outside of Superior Grill on St. Charles Ave.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef6Zi1DN2I/AAAAAAAAA9s/oqnXWiZtysY/s1600-h/P1030755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef6Zi1DN2I/AAAAAAAAA9s/oqnXWiZtysY/s400/P1030755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325500401141888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inside Astor Crown Plaza Hotel  lobby on Canal Street)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny story...  the bellman at the Astor must have thought I was a tourist and saw me taking a picture.  He asked me what I thought that was I was taking a picture of and of course I said a streetcar.  I assumed he would tell me most people thought it was a trolley or a cablecar or something, but he said, "oh no, most people ask why we decorate our caskets so beautifully in New Orleans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5069925131537923029?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5069925131537923029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5069925131537923029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5069925131537923029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5069925131537923029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/streetcar-named-inspire-contd.html' title='&quot;Streetcar Named Inspire&quot; cont&apos;d'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sef43lBP_eI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Ut4Oiq4AKpQ/s72-c/P1030749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3343091093008402556</id><published>2009-04-14T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:44:35.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triplets'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey in his Easter Sunday best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeVXGCcCD6I/AAAAAAAAA8c/5Wtr58p6-sE/s1600-h/P1030753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeVXGCcCD6I/AAAAAAAAA8c/5Wtr58p6-sE/s400/P1030753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324757895680757666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey had a great time playing with his friends, the triplets, during Easter Sunday dinner.  He particularly liked the assortment of toys the triplets' Grandmother had to offer at her house.  He immediately picked out this bowling set and Big Monkey decided to teach them all the art of standing the pins up on grassy terrain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3343091093008402556?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3343091093008402556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3343091093008402556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3343091093008402556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3343091093008402556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-monkey-in-his-easter-sunday-best.html' title='Little Monkey in his Easter Sunday best'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeVXGCcCD6I/AAAAAAAAA8c/5Wtr58p6-sE/s72-c/P1030753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4391404214080163721</id><published>2009-04-11T22:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:31:42.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter basket cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bakerella blog'/><title type='text'>A tiskit, a tasket...  Sara made really cute Easter baskets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently discovered &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bakerella's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  She is famous for these &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-your-cupcakes-pop.html"&gt;cake balls&lt;/a&gt; I have been hearing about all over the mom-o-sphere.  Her photos are really beautiful and her baking is totally creative.  She recently posted this Easter cupcake  idea:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeFe8ai03aI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PtqC6DROJ_8/s1600-h/3425857032_0e7a7e38a5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeFe8ai03aI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PtqC6DROJ_8/s400/3425857032_0e7a7e38a5_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323640626539191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Photo courtesy of Bakerella blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Big Monkey, Little Monkey, and I are invited to an Easter dinner tomorrow and I wanted to copy the look as best as I could.  So, here is my version.  I think they came out pretty good!  I could have gone a little lighter on the green and I wish I had brighter color cups, but all in all, I'm pretty happy with them.  Hopefully the kids will like them tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeFe8GdkvRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2i5XE6hrT1g/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeFe8GdkvRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2i5XE6hrT1g/s400/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323640621148454162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4391404214080163721?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4391404214080163721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4391404214080163721&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4391404214080163721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4391404214080163721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiskit-tasket-sara-made-really-cute.html' title='A tiskit, a tasket...  Sara made really cute Easter baskets!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SeFe8ai03aI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PtqC6DROJ_8/s72-c/3425857032_0e7a7e38a5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5667314449457872694</id><published>2009-04-10T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:59:53.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Monkey's new obsession with all things round...</title><content type='html'>LM is absolutely obsessed with balls.  He wakes up talking about balls, goes to sleep talking about balls, and I'm sure he dreams about balls.  He says the word "balls" regardless if there are actually any balls around, and seems genuinely sad due to this lack of balls.  I felt so bad for the poor kid, I actually went to Dollar General and bought him a ball today.  He was ecstatic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5667314449457872694?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5667314449457872694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5667314449457872694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5667314449457872694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5667314449457872694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-monkeys-new-obsession-with-all.html' title='The Little Monkey&apos;s new obsession with all things round...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7072732023120629495</id><published>2009-04-06T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:31:32.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister weekend'/><title type='text'>Obama: Ready or not, here I come!</title><content type='html'>I am super psyched!  I just registered for my half-Marathon in Washington DC next month and I can't wait.  I'm totally committed now.  There is no looking back.  I got my plane ticket and my hotel reservations.  My sister is living up there now and we are going to have a great sister's weekend!  I'm giddy with anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7072732023120629495?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7072732023120629495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7072732023120629495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7072732023120629495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7072732023120629495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/obama-ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Obama: Ready or not, here I come!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8750094355420137351</id><published>2009-04-04T22:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:33:11.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August Moon Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freret Street Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audubon Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee house'/><title type='text'>Weekends... Gotta love em</title><content type='html'>Not much going on in the Monkey House right now.  Today was absolutely gorgeous and we made the most of it.  This morning LM and I took our routine walk around the park with some friends and then coffee at the coffeehouse.  Then I headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.freretstreet.com/fest.htm"&gt;Freret Street Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freretstreet.com/fest.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;with same girlfriends and we had a fun time people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put sunscreen on my face but didn't think about applying anywhere else and came away with a ridiculous sunburn which is going to look very silly when I wear something with a different neckline.  The sun totally knocked me out and I took a long nap and then ordered Chinese food from our favorite, &lt;a href="http://www.augustmoonneworleans.com/"&gt;August Moon Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sdglim7stEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7ahbOK-_uYU/s1600-h/P1030744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sdglim7stEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7ahbOK-_uYU/s400/P1030744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044236234961986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Check out this sunburn.  Ignore stain on shirt from Chinese food mentioned above!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll leave you with some cute pics of BM and LM from our trip to the park yesterday afternoon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sdglit_WnAI/AAAAAAAAA70/Hf3zRUCLeoI/s1600-h/P1030724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sdglit_WnAI/AAAAAAAAA70/Hf3zRUCLeoI/s400/P1030724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044238129339394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I think Big Monkey is looking quite handsome in this pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdglioyU56I/AAAAAAAAA78/XcuDWTbwZNE/s1600-h/P1030726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdglioyU56I/AAAAAAAAA78/XcuDWTbwZNE/s400/P1030726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321044236732524450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8750094355420137351?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8750094355420137351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8750094355420137351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8750094355420137351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8750094355420137351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekends-gotta-love-em.html' title='Weekends... Gotta love em'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sdglim7stEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7ahbOK-_uYU/s72-c/P1030744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8468840201159676861</id><published>2009-04-01T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:05:25.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top spinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>Who knew Grumps was a professional top spinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyHxXhUd5lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyHxXhUd5lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned before, Little Monkey had a great time with Leenie, Grumps, and Abuelo this weekend while we had our night out in Alexandria.  One thing LM loves about going to Leenie and Grumps' house is Grumps' top collection.  He has about 30 old timey wooden tops from when he was in elementary school.  I've been hearing for years about his time on the professional top spinning circuit (i.e. the schoolyard during recess) but had never seen it first hand.  Well, let me tell you, it was pretty impressive.  Grumps finally went out and got the right kind of string and gave us all a show.  LM loved chasing after the tops and then throwing them across the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I googled "top spinning" before doing this blog post and am quite surprised by the whole underground world of top spinning.  &lt;a href="http://www.topspinning.com/"&gt;Check out this website&lt;/a&gt;.  The chat forum people are just crazy for top spinning.  Kinda weird but I guess there is something out there for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8468840201159676861?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8468840201159676861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8468840201159676861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8468840201159676861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8468840201159676861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-knew-grumps-was-professional-top.html' title='Who knew Grumps was a professional top spinner?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-9150831243437150403</id><published>2009-03-31T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:25:10.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love You Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans weddings'/><title type='text'>Another Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdLPthJXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/zucKqs03SOw/s1600-h/P1030697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdLPthJXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/zucKqs03SOw/s400/P1030697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319542490776717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last weekend ended up being really fun.  After our trip to Pancho's, BM, LM, and I packed up the car and headed to Baton Rouge.  We ditched Little Monkey with his grandparents and headed to Alexandria for the wedding of our good friend and former coffeeshop barista, Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Alexandria was a little more boring than I had expected, the wedding was beautiful and Big Monkey and I had a fun night away from LM.  We even had time to go see a movie after the wedding.  We saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/span&gt; and IT WAS HILARIOUS!!  Run, don't walk, to the movie theater right now.  I laughed through the whole thing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdLPtqqZEoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/d6OOwyvK5p4/s1600-h/P1030682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdLPtqqZEoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/d6OOwyvK5p4/s400/P1030682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319542493331133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture may look familiar since this is the third wedding in six months, BM and I have worn this same suit and dress!  I actually found a perfect dress in Baton Rouge but hadn't brought the shoes I have that would have matched and didn't want to spend anymore money.  So, I went with Old Faithful.  Hopefully I'll have another opportunity to wear the new dress soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-9150831243437150403?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/9150831243437150403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=9150831243437150403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/9150831243437150403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/9150831243437150403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-wedding-weekend.html' title='Another Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdLPthJXyCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/zucKqs03SOw/s72-c/P1030697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-901309150920313429</id><published>2009-03-29T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:43:43.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pancho&apos;s Metairie Grand Opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pancho&apos;s Super Buffet'/><title type='text'>History in the making!  Pancho's returns to Metairie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1E4UsvwMvw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1E4UsvwMvw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a big day for NOLA!  &lt;a href="http://www.panchosmexicanbuffet.com/"&gt;Pancho's Mexican Super Buffet&lt;/a&gt; finally returned from a Katrina-imposed three and a half year absence and I was lucky enough to be invited to the VIP only Friday lunch (opening day was Saturday).  You have to be pretty special to be a Pancho's VIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was delicious and Panchito showed everyone a fabulous time.  Check out my pics and video...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9P6htD9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/J4mBrDnUShE/s1600-h/P1030637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9P6htD9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/J4mBrDnUShE/s400/P1030637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318818503542509522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara and Panchito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9QPPZx9I/AAAAAAAAA6c/nJ2_d4niEpc/s1600-h/P1030590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9QPPZx9I/AAAAAAAAA6c/nJ2_d4niEpc/s400/P1030590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318818509102893010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Random girl in DIY Pancho's tshirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9P45g-RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/fplP8U29ZXI/s1600-h/P1030644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9P45g-RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/fplP8U29ZXI/s400/P1030644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318818503105509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The entrees of Pancho's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9PR3F61I/AAAAAAAAA58/QXY9nAtXVMk/s1600-h/P1030608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9PR3F61I/AAAAAAAAA58/QXY9nAtXVMk/s400/P1030608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318818492626365266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dudes brought their own antacid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA-x0Ekd-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/Eup0ya94Q4Y/s1600-h/P1030659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA-x0Ekd-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/Eup0ya94Q4Y/s400/P1030659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318820185436878818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My "I survived Pancho's" Bumper Sticker.  BM was NOT happy I put this on the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-901309150920313429?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/901309150920313429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=901309150920313429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/901309150920313429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/901309150920313429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-in-making-panchos-returns-to.html' title='History in the making!  Pancho&apos;s returns to Metairie!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdA9P6htD9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/J4mBrDnUShE/s72-c/P1030637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8973786402546202898</id><published>2009-03-25T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:19:33.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubber ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathtime'/><title type='text'>The Little Monkey is crazy for rubber duckies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scrl4UzFQ9I/AAAAAAAAA50/O7s2Q38tPkM/s1600-h/duckies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scrl4UzFQ9I/AAAAAAAAA50/O7s2Q38tPkM/s400/duckies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317315065882690514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey LOVES to take baths and play with his duckies.  His first pseudo-word was "quack-quack".  He loves everything duck related- feeding the ducks in Audubon Park, reading about the ducks in his books, playing with his puzzles that have ducks in them, and most of all playing with his duckies in the bathtub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, he has started to get very OCD in this duck business.  He lines up all the ducks in rows and they must all be turned in the same direction.  He gets very upset if you turn one the opposite way of the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really into organizing things and always has been.  Sometimes he reminds me of a mad scientist.  Definitely not a family trait in either mine or Big Monkey's families so we'll see if it sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8973786402546202898?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8973786402546202898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8973786402546202898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8973786402546202898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8973786402546202898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-monkey-is-crazy-for-rubber.html' title='The Little Monkey is crazy for rubber duckies!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scrl4UzFQ9I/AAAAAAAAA50/O7s2Q38tPkM/s72-c/duckies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1915371322699315443</id><published>2009-03-24T22:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:15:02.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mah Jongg'/><title type='text'>Call me a Mah Jongg Maven</title><content type='html'>Before Hurricane Katrina, we had about 20 women who met weekly to play &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmahjonggleague.org/"&gt;Mah Jongg&lt;/a&gt; at each other's houses.  It was an awesome time and we all made some great friends and had great memories from it.  Since then, we have often tried to get the momentum going again but after a couple of weeks, it peters out and we end up having a long dry spell.  I tried to break the current spell by hosting a game at my house last night.  I made enchiladas, set up the folding table, put out the sets, and waiting for the crowd to show.   We had about ten ladies come and a great time was had.  Hopefully, we will be able to start up a weekly game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scmg1w3bx9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/NEpmFmbpyiY/s1600-h/mahj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scmg1w3bx9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/NEpmFmbpyiY/s400/mahj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316957680598501330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won on a great WINDS hand.  I was pretty impressed with myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1915371322699315443?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1915371322699315443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1915371322699315443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1915371322699315443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1915371322699315443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me-mah-jongg-maven.html' title='Call me a Mah Jongg Maven'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scmg1w3bx9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/NEpmFmbpyiY/s72-c/mahj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3606826435213998025</id><published>2009-03-22T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:50:06.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel and Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling down'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey is seeing double!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4TcZpuUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/tJ5kXb0ZLb4/s1600-h/P1030515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4TcZpuUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/tJ5kXb0ZLb4/s400/P1030515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209423082436930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4StvLWjI/AAAAAAAAA5U/2rbO0wc5TmY/s1600-h/P1030510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4StvLWjI/AAAAAAAAA5U/2rbO0wc5TmY/s400/P1030510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209410556254770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4TjdTUSI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Fsw3-NYyGAo/s1600-h/P1030553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4TjdTUSI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Fsw3-NYyGAo/s400/P1030553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209424976793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend, Little Monkey got to meet his favorite friend, Rachel's, twin sister, Sarah.  He was in heaven having two identical buddies to play with. The whole weekend was beautiful New Orleans spring weather.  Couldn't have been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, on a bad note, I fell down and bruised my knees and won't be able to train for a bit.  I was headed to the baptism of a friend's little baby boy.  While walking down some steps, the heel of my shoe got caught in the cuff of my pants.  I was holding Little Monkey and was trying so hard not to drop him that I couldn't put my hands out and fell hard.  A nice lady stopped to help us, and after, realizing we were going to be ok, said "Your fall looked so funny and slow motion that I wish I taped it and could put it on YouTube".  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3606826435213998025?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3606826435213998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3606826435213998025&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3606826435213998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3606826435213998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-monkey-is-seeing-double.html' title='Little Monkey is seeing double!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Scb4TcZpuUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/tJ5kXb0ZLb4/s72-c/P1030515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7597048288784768785</id><published>2009-03-19T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:49:08.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma and Sara pictures'/><title type='text'>My Grandma and me: Circa 1981?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScMDbWuClWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bzLRKSKNvTI/s1600-h/grandma+and+sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScMDbWuClWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bzLRKSKNvTI/s400/grandma+and+sara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095753717355874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle scanned this pic for me a while back.  I think I must have been about 6?  I'm not sure.  I'll have to ask my mom and dad.  Check out that 1970's wood paneled kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7597048288784768785?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7597048288784768785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7597048288784768785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7597048288784768785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7597048288784768785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grandma-and-me-circa-1981.html' title='My Grandma and me: Circa 1981?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScMDbWuClWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bzLRKSKNvTI/s72-c/grandma+and+sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4719085230713427410</id><published>2009-03-18T22:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:44:51.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage Stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mismarked sales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><title type='text'>People who don't question authority annoy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScG-R7eFSXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bCfoaFaVxzw/s1600-h/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScG-R7eFSXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bCfoaFaVxzw/s400/stage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738250504817010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend my mom took me to this store &lt;a href="http://www.stagestores.com/"&gt;Stage&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a discount store and she said they have good deals and sales on clothes.  I need to get some more summer clothes for Little Monkey so I thought we would take a look.  Well, right at the front door they had a rack of tons of toddler stuff for $3.99 and I got a bunch of great deals.  Then I headed to the boys section where they had another rack that was clearly marked (with a big sign) 50% off.  But all the prices marked were NOT 50%, as seen above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the lady who worked there if the prices were as marked and she said "Yes, the price is what is on the yellow tag".  So I said, "but, you see, (in my sweetest voice), that is not 50% off"  and she said "Yes it is, the price was $20 and now it is $9.99".  And, I said "No, the price was $14.99, not $20.  It says that clearly on the tag.  It says the pants were a $20 value but your store's price is $14.99"  Her response to me was, "Well, that is what our corporate office sends us and that is what I have to put out. Nothing I can do about it."  Then she turned around and ran into the back to hide from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would not have bought those pants for $7.50 anyway, but let's not pretend that I am stupid and can't read the tag.  Also, if the concept is clearly being misinterpreted by someone on high, shouldn't they be made aware?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole thing just annoyed me and made me sad that there are people in the world who are just ok living with things as is just so their job is easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4719085230713427410?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4719085230713427410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4719085230713427410&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4719085230713427410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4719085230713427410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-who-dont-question-authority.html' title='People who don&apos;t question authority annoy me!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/ScG-R7eFSXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/bCfoaFaVxzw/s72-c/stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-797614547771621528</id><published>2009-03-16T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:58:09.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boy with pipe'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day from the Little Monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb8RscpwTSI/AAAAAAAAA44/-pE9EfaYt_A/s1600-h/St.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb8RscpwTSI/AAAAAAAAA44/-pE9EfaYt_A/s400/St.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985540623715618" 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/20991769-797614547771621528?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/797614547771621528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=797614547771621528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/797614547771621528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/797614547771621528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day-from-little-monkey.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day from the Little Monkey!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb8RscpwTSI/AAAAAAAAA44/-pE9EfaYt_A/s72-c/St.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3070376953128984274</id><published>2009-03-15T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:12:26.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monkey gets his first haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3QQ8IVsiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9pQaEIkjuE8/s1600-h/little+monkey+diploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3QQ8IVsiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9pQaEIkjuE8/s320/little+monkey+diploma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313632124804641314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Jewish tradition, many wait until their boys are three years old to get their first haircut and make a ceremony out of it called an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upsherin"&gt;Upsherin&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.jewishjournal.com/community_briefs/article/hair_apparent_20030516/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for a wonderful story of one mom who did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, we are far from Orthodox, I contemplated following this tradition with the Little Monkey.  Since Big Monkey's hair is curly if let to grow, I had images of LM's hair growing into beautiful flowing locks.  Unfortunately, instead he takes after me and it ended up being thin, straight, and flat.  Within the last few months it has looked more like a mullet than the mane I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a heavy heart, I decided last week to make him an appointment for his first haircut.  I had heard of a great children's salon in Baton Rouge, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.oursalononline.com/bellesbeaus"&gt;Belles and Beaus&lt;/a&gt;, and we were heading that way this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in and headed to the firetruck.  Little Monkey put on his smock and immediately the "torture" began.  Even Elmo couldn't help him now!  He was screaming like we've never heard him before.  It took four of us to simultaneously hold him down and try to soothe him.  He truly acted like he wasn't sure if he was going to make it out alive that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was all worth it.  Little Monkey got a great cut, a diploma for his bravery, and a lock of his hair for Mama's scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have included a video so you too can feel his pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xE8jOvj45AM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xE8jOvj45AM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PNyd6FiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R_xCb-_hiZg/s1600-h/before+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PNyd6FiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R_xCb-_hiZg/s320/before+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313630971159516706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BEFORE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PNurfw5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/fQYH9KGlBUE/s1600-h/after+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PNurfw5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/fQYH9KGlBUE/s320/after+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313630970142770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(AFTER)&lt;/span&gt;- need to get better "after" picture of the back, but it looked good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PN4toYaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GQG-BL-8CIc/s1600-h/bm+horsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3PN4toYaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GQG-BL-8CIc/s320/bm+horsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313630972836077986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Monkey horsin' around at the salon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3070376953128984274?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3070376953128984274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3070376953128984274&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3070376953128984274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3070376953128984274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-monkey-gets-his-first-haircut.html' title='Little Monkey gets his first haircut!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sb3QQ8IVsiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9pQaEIkjuE8/s72-c/little+monkey+diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1970655929533283240</id><published>2009-03-12T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:02:41.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee at night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!</title><content type='html'>I got exactly 3 1/2 hours sleep last night.  That is a nap, not a good night's sleep!  Stupidly, I went out with friends last night for coffee at 8 o'clock.  I had a latte (not decaf) and could immediately feel my heart start racing.  I could tell I was talking faster and louder and really started to feel a little drunk.  It was only one shot but just must have been really strong.  I also hadn't eaten much yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had done a run yesterday afternoon and BM made me take a shower before going to bed (I'm content to just stink up the joint and do it in the morning, but BM will have none of that).  Of course, the shower woke me up too.  Anyway, I was up surfing the net until 2:30 am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certain to have serious baggage under the eyes today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1970655929533283240?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1970655929533283240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1970655929533283240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1970655929533283240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1970655929533283240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2474012057415862309</id><published>2009-03-11T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:35:37.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adloyadah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans JCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman costume'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey to the rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0d_iHxTI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mt2QCqFbUPk/s1600-h/batman+confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0d_iHxTI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mt2QCqFbUPk/s320/batman+confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123819103077682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0de0VjBI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hl1_jU_n59M/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0de0VjBI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hl1_jU_n59M/s320/batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123810321107986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Belated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purim"&gt;Purim&lt;/a&gt;!  This post is one day late since &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purim"&gt;Purim&lt;/a&gt;, a Jewish holiday, was yesterday, but needless to say, I thought I would post pics of Little Monkey at &lt;a href="http://www.nojcc.org/family/adloyadah.php"&gt;Adloyadah&lt;/a&gt;, the Purim Carnival at the &lt;a href="http://www.nojcc.org/home/"&gt;New Orleans JCC&lt;/a&gt;, this weekend.  Some of my friends from our local &lt;a href="www.hadassah.org"&gt;Hadassah&lt;/a&gt; chapter and me spent several days making &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamentashen"&gt;Hamentashen&lt;/a&gt; for the event and they turned out really tasty.  LM took a bit of time warming up but soon had a great time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0doNbQ5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/TaY4y3jw31U/s1600-h/bm+%26+lm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0doNbQ5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/TaY4y3jw31U/s320/bm+%26+lm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123812842259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0dzXl4gI/AAAAAAAAA34/h91ITZQIqdI/s1600-h/lm+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0dzXl4gI/AAAAAAAAA34/h91ITZQIqdI/s320/lm+slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123815837688322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore how bad I look in this picture but I thought it was cute of LM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2474012057415862309?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2474012057415862309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2474012057415862309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2474012057415862309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2474012057415862309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-monkey-to-rescue.html' title='Little Monkey to the rescue!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sbh0d_iHxTI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mt2QCqFbUPk/s72-c/batman+confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4483107911473535234</id><published>2009-03-10T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:22:01.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon training schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being sick'/><title type='text'>Being sick cramps my style</title><content type='html'>I've had the crud a lot of last week and this weekend and it has really put a cramp in my style.  I've just been exhausted and have had funk in my chest I can't cough up.  I haven't run but 3 pathetically slow miles in over a week.  Finally today, I am starting to feel a lot better and hope I can get back to my training schedule tomorrow.  I have six weeks left until the half marathon.  Got to get my butt in gear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4483107911473535234?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4483107911473535234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4483107911473535234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4483107911473535234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4483107911473535234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-sick-cramps-my-style.html' title='Being sick cramps my style'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6693775762741140860</id><published>2009-03-08T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:44:45.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crawfish season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana'/><title type='text'>It's Crawfish Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbRmQ9-GLiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VyEjtXVCooU/s1600-h/saras+crawfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbRmQ9-GLiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VyEjtXVCooU/s320/saras+crawfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310982302275612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Mardi Gras, a quiet falls upon the City and it is usually around this time when Louisianians start to get an itch.  It begins slowly as a sweet, salty smell fills the air near groceries and fish markets.  The Catholics stop eating meat on Fridays and then everyone realizes...  It's Crawfish season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I couldn't hold out any longer.  We invited some friends over, bought 13 pounds, sat on the front porch, and enjoyed some of that hot, spicy goodness!  The flavor was great although they were a bit smaller than I like.  Can't wait to have some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6693775762741140860?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6693775762741140860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6693775762741140860&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6693775762741140860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6693775762741140860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-crawfish-time.html' title='It&apos;s Crawfish Time!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbRmQ9-GLiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VyEjtXVCooU/s72-c/saras+crawfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-909441641738682796</id><published>2009-03-06T22:25:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:09:44.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music ipod playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refurbushed green ipod shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>My fab-tastic new Ipod Shuffle playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbH6dKIZ4dI/AAAAAAAAA3A/N-Q7iHps6MA/s1600-h/399210607_2049a8f0c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbH6dKIZ4dI/AAAAAAAAA3A/N-Q7iHps6MA/s320/399210607_2049a8f0c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300814489280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the longest time I have been running with one of the old 8GB humongous video ipods with an arm strap.  It is ridiculously large and chafes my arm every time I run.  Big Monkey says I look like those guys from the 1980's who carried the boombox on their shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I saw that Apple Store was having a special sale on their refurbished Ipod shuffles for $29 so I jumped on it and was soon delivered the little green beauty you see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make my new shuffle only for running so I chose very carefully out of my library to make sure every song put on it is upbeat and sure to motivate me.  I thought you might like to see my new playlist.  Now, keep in mind, I know it is a bit pop-heavy but you do have to remember the purpose is to workout... no depressing, mellow music for this mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Song Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma  &lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Had $1,000,000    &lt;br /&gt;Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get It Started                      &lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun, Go Mad                                 &lt;br /&gt;Blair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Out For A Hero                 &lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985                                                 &lt;br /&gt;Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Saturday Night                   &lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, Two Step                      &lt;br /&gt;Ciara featuring Missy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping Someone Else's Train&lt;br /&gt;The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose My Breath                               &lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Ready to Make Nice                   &lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Out My Closet                        &lt;br /&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Girl                                             &lt;br /&gt;Fleming &amp;amp; John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Waiting For?                    &lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Public Affair                              &lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent                           &lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocket Boy&lt;br /&gt;                                             Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere                                    &lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I Suppose                &lt;br /&gt;The Mighty Mighty Bosstones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl                                            &lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fresh, So Clean                              &lt;br /&gt;Outkast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodies&lt;br /&gt;Ciara featuring Petey Pablo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Hear It For The Boy             &lt;br /&gt;Deniece Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come On Eileen&lt;br /&gt;                    Dexy's Midnight Runners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Enough                                           &lt;br /&gt;Dodgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Me                                          &lt;br /&gt;Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's Mom                                   &lt;br /&gt;Fountains of Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;br /&gt;                The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot                                     &lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Girl                                        &lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani &amp;amp; Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Right                                         &lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since U Been Gone                          &lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Told Me                              &lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Impression That I Get&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty Mighty Bosstones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A Girl                                           &lt;br /&gt;No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars Are Blind                                    &lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me And Julio Down By the Schoolyard&lt;br /&gt;Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand&lt;br /&gt;                                                      R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, Wherever&lt;br /&gt;                         Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Daddy Gone                          &lt;br /&gt;Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;                                                         311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know My Name              &lt;br /&gt;South Park Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swingtown                                    &lt;br /&gt;Steve Miller Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush And A Push                               And the Land is Ours&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Obvious Child&lt;br /&gt;Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the End of the World As We Know It&lt;br /&gt;  R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Be Sedated&lt;br /&gt;                    The Ramones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas In My Car&lt;br /&gt;Skankin' Pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blister in The Sun&lt;br /&gt;                             Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdhouse in Your Soul          &lt;br /&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Mixed Up&lt;br /&gt;                                          311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)  &lt;br /&gt;Beyoncé    &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Hot N Cold  &lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer   &lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears   &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Right Now (Na Na Na)   &lt;br /&gt;Akon &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;So What  &lt;br /&gt;P!nk                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Boy (feat. Kanye West)   &lt;br /&gt;Estelle&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Low (feat. T-Pain)&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-909441641738682796?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/909441641738682796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=909441641738682796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/909441641738682796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/909441641738682796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fab-tastic-new-ipod-shuffle-playlist.html' title='My fab-tastic new Ipod Shuffle playlist'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbH6dKIZ4dI/AAAAAAAAA3A/N-Q7iHps6MA/s72-c/399210607_2049a8f0c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5905975141848772930</id><published>2009-03-05T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:08:23.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillian Michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Jillian kicked my ass tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbCheo5_NaI/AAAAAAAAA24/Rgrc-RcPbjw/s1600-h/0213ae834583a798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbCheo5_NaI/AAAAAAAAA24/Rgrc-RcPbjw/s320/0213ae834583a798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309921508418598306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made an Amazon order the other day that was over the $25 you need for free Super Saver shipping, so I decided to throw in The Biggest Loser's trainer, Jillian's DVD, The 30 Day Shred that I've been hearing so much about.  At less than $9, what did I have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got it in the mail and tried it tonight.  I didn't realize I needed weights and didn't have any so I improvised by using some candlesticks.  Note to self: get some weights!  Anyway, level one was a pretty good workout for only 20 minutes.  The cardio was not that challenging, but the strength training was tough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do it everyday, but I figure it will be a good add-on for me on the days I don't run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5905975141848772930?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5905975141848772930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5905975141848772930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5905975141848772930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5905975141848772930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/jillian-kicked-my-ass-tonight.html' title='Jillian kicked my ass tonight'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SbCheo5_NaI/AAAAAAAAA24/Rgrc-RcPbjw/s72-c/0213ae834583a798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8365672014067711911</id><published>2009-03-04T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:24:50.579-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YLC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streetcar Named Inspire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>A Streetcar Named Inspire- continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZqnqIPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cz082KO625o/s1600-h/P1030432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZqnqIPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cz082KO625o/s320/P1030432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309553086583939314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZOoeZGI/AAAAAAAAA2g/kZruPzZE5pk/s1600-h/P1030433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZOoeZGI/AAAAAAAAA2g/kZruPzZE5pk/s320/P1030433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309553079071171682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZbShC3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/lliYpFtObd4/s1600-h/P1030431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZbShC3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/lliYpFtObd4/s320/P1030431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309553082468731762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend I was out and about and, for some reason, I wandered into the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakeview,_New_Orleans"&gt;Lakeview &lt;/a&gt;neighborhood of New Orleans.  This is a part of New Orleans near Lake Pontchartrain and City Park which was right where one of the levees broke in Hurricane Katrina.  My Grandparents lived in this neighborhood for almost 40 years until their home was destroyed by flooding.  They have since moved into a retirement community and what was once their home, a home I spent much of my childhood in, is now just a concrete slab.  Sometimes I like to drive around the area, look at the slab, and see how the rebuilding efforts are going in that part of the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this weekend's visit, I stumbled upon these artists' tribute to Lakeview and decided to add them to our collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8365672014067711911?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8365672014067711911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8365672014067711911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8365672014067711911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8365672014067711911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/streetcar-named-inspire-continued.html' title='A Streetcar Named Inspire- continued'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa9SZqnqIPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cz082KO625o/s72-c/P1030432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-9015071322130778519</id><published>2009-03-03T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:23:42.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart shaped potato'/><title type='text'>I Heart Potatoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa30DSu9NNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x1NgWSOMdYQ/s1600-h/P1030434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa30DSu9NNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x1NgWSOMdYQ/s320/P1030434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167873145255122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How weird is this?  I found it in the bag of potatoes I bought on Saturday.  Do you think some worker put it in there thinking maybe someone would find it on Valentine's Day? If so, that would have been super cool.  Too bad it didn't go down like that :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-9015071322130778519?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/9015071322130778519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=9015071322130778519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/9015071322130778519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/9015071322130778519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heart-potatoes.html' title='I Heart Potatoes!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/Sa30DSu9NNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x1NgWSOMdYQ/s72-c/P1030434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5506991845322633320</id><published>2009-03-01T18:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:16:22.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 mile run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear of dogs'/><title type='text'>9 mile run report and my new fear of dogs</title><content type='html'>Today, I embarked upon my longest run yet, 9 miles.  It is actually kind of hard to find good routes for long runs in New Orleans because the city just isn't that big.  So I drove to City Park and followed this route (&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/route/us/la/new%20orleans/178603414194"&gt;click here for map&lt;/a&gt;).  It took me through some really pretty parts of Mid-City and the French Quarter.  It is important to me to have an interesting route.  I hate having a boring route.  It makes the run that much more unbearable.  Today, I used my new &lt;a href="http://www.fuelbelt.com/fuel_belts/helium.html"&gt;fuel belt&lt;/a&gt; for the first time and also tried out &lt;a href="http://www.guenergy.com/"&gt;GU&lt;/a&gt;.  Having the water handy really helped me.  I took the GU at the 45 minute mark and it definitely gave me a burst of energy.  I was totally racing through the Quarter.  But then I hit mile 6 and felt a blister forming in the arch of my left foot and also I was having some weird pain in the second toe on my left foot.  Those last three miles were tough and my toe pain was getting really bad the last half mile, but I made it and I'm pretty darn proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it seems that in response to &lt;a href="http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-home.html"&gt;getting bit by that dog last year&lt;/a&gt;, I have developed a bit of a fear of big dogs while I'm running.  The last couple of weeks, I have been getting nervous as I approach big dogs on my runs in the park.  I am really nervous I am going to startle them as I run by and they will attack me.  Today, as I rounded a corner, I did just that with a Husky (the same breed that bit me, coincidentally) and he lunged at me.  It scared the shit out of me and really freaked me out since that is exactly the fear I have been having.  I'm not sure what to do about it other than just try to avoid areas where big dogs are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my weekend was uneventful just as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5506991845322633320?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5506991845322633320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5506991845322633320&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5506991845322633320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5506991845322633320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-mile-run-report-and-my-new-fear-of.html' title='9 mile run report and my new fear of dogs'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6842062055663126982</id><published>2009-02-28T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:42:58.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy weekend'/><title type='text'>Lazy weekends are my favorite</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I look forward to more than a weekend where I have absolutely nothing planned.  I love knowing that if I wanted to, I could just lay in bed for two days straight (other than to occasionally make sure Little Monkey isn't getting himself into too much trouble). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have planned walks with friends around the park this morning and tomorrow morning and I know I need to get in a 9 mile run.  Other than that, my weekend is my own.  Ahhh, no stress makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6842062055663126982?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6842062055663126982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6842062055663126982&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6842062055663126982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6842062055663126982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-weekends-are-my-favorite.html' title='Lazy weekends are my favorite'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2047599400261297060</id><published>2009-02-27T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:52:56.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YLC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streetcar Named Inspire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>A Streetcar Named Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqtYqUwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/bT2MvSPTXcU/s1600-h/P1030187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqtYqUwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/bT2MvSPTXcU/s320/P1030187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307675413523878658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The YLC &lt;a href="http://www.youngleadershipcouncil.org/site.php"&gt;(Young Leadership Counci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youngleadershipcouncil.org/site.php"&gt;l)&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans has commissioned 80 replica streetcar sculptures which have been painted in tons of different ways representing different aspects of New Orleans.  The project is similar to the cows in Chicago, pigs in Seattle, and the previous fish in New Orleans.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/streetcar-named-inspire-ylc-new-orleans"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the press release on the project.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqTiJM8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/C1T7LDaRV2g/s1600-h/P1030186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqTiJM8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/C1T7LDaRV2g/s320/P1030186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307675406584329154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, they are really pretty cool so I decided to start taking pics as I come across them and post them on here for y'all to see.  I found these first three examples in the French Quarter last month.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqJm-NqI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YfdUMReh3FU/s1600-h/P1030185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqJm-NqI/AAAAAAAAA2A/YfdUMReh3FU/s320/P1030185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307675403920225954" 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/20991769-2047599400261297060?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2047599400261297060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2047599400261297060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2047599400261297060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2047599400261297060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/streetcar-named-inspire.html' title='A Streetcar Named Inspire'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaimqtYqUwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/bT2MvSPTXcU/s72-c/P1030187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8307088995911325336</id><published>2009-02-25T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:29:34.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahamas trip giveaway'/><title type='text'>Bahamian Trip Giveaway at The Tale of a Southern Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaXwXJmdz8I/AAAAAAAAA14/jUNO1sQsFfs/s1600-h/93932-004-6BFF2DE0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaXwXJmdz8I/AAAAAAAAA14/jUNO1sQsFfs/s320/93932-004-6BFF2DE0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306912016430911426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This expires tonight so get yourself over to &lt;a href="http://southernbellejm.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-giveaway.html"&gt;Tale of a Southern Belle&lt;/a&gt; right now to win a trip to The Bahamas.  She won the trip and can't use it so she is giving it away.  Go enter and hopefully me or you may win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8307088995911325336?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8307088995911325336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8307088995911325336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8307088995911325336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8307088995911325336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/bahamian-trip-giveaway-at-tale-of.html' title='Bahamian Trip Giveaway at The Tale of a Southern Belle'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaXwXJmdz8I/AAAAAAAAA14/jUNO1sQsFfs/s72-c/93932-004-6BFF2DE0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4063501498146627940</id><published>2009-02-24T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:00:19.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ain&apos;t No Place to Pee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benny Grunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Val Kilmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacchus Rendezvous'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Mardi Gras...  We'll see you again next year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it is with some sadness that I announce Mardi Gras will officially be coming to an end within hours.  We had a great season.  I can't wait until next year when Little Monkey can really enjoy it.  Our weekend was jam packed with festivities.  We were invited to the Bacchus Rendezvous.  This is the big party that is thrown at the Convention Center as the parade wraps up.  The parade snakes into the Convention Center and all attendees get to watch it inside with no interruptions.  I had never been before and we had a wonderful time.  We got to dress in our finest formal attire and hobnob with the Bacchus royalty.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEa3UQ9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ePLdfEZXObo/s1600-h/P1030426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEa3UQ9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ePLdfEZXObo/s320/P1030426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563149461472210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEZYWpRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/gXayTtczfF0/s1600-h/P1030418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEZYWpRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/gXayTtczfF0/s320/P1030418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563149063169298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Me showing off my best catches from the floats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEeoMylI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rT6nIA7VCeE/s1600-h/P1030417_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEeoMylI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rT6nIA7VCeE/s320/P1030417_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563150471809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Val Kilmer, King of Bacchus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEGCDavI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cedEmsvc-BM/s1600-h/P1030390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEGCDavI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cedEmsvc-BM/s320/P1030390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306563143869360882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave you with one of my favorite Mardi Gras songs, "Ain't No Place To Pee on Mardi Gras Day".  I agree that the image of the fishtank is a bit odd and doubt it is significant in any way, but the song is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N81aciJalwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N81aciJalwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging about real life tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4063501498146627940?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4063501498146627940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4063501498146627940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4063501498146627940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4063501498146627940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-mardi-gras-well-see-you-again.html' title='Goodbye Mardi Gras...  We&apos;ll see you again next year.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SaSzEa3UQ9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ePLdfEZXObo/s72-c/P1030426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6905158768140143018</id><published>2009-02-20T22:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:53:27.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mardi Gras stress and excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babylon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muriel&apos;s restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popeye&apos;s Fried Chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krewe of'/><title type='text'>Mardi Gras Anticipation=Stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-HKhwJvEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z1vn7fd2Qf0/s1600-h/P1030241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-HKhwJvEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z1vn7fd2Qf0/s320/P1030241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107500994509890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Muses is an all women's krewe that is famous for throwing decorated shoes.  You can't tell but this was a huge high-heeled shoe float with women riding in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras is now in full swing here in NOLA and with it comes stress that comes with all things Mardi Gras related.  We were talking about this at work recently.  It seems we all agreed that along with the excitement and anticipation of an awesome time comes an added amount of stress.  There are so many decisions to be made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which parades will I go to?&lt;br /&gt;where will we park?&lt;br /&gt;what will I wear?&lt;br /&gt;will it be cold?&lt;br /&gt;will there be a place to pee?&lt;br /&gt;where will i stand? will it be too crowded?&lt;br /&gt;will the baby get hit in the face with beads? should we take him at all?&lt;br /&gt;how will i carry all my beads? should i bring a bag?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_3wo8qI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rJkaYrwh7MQ/s1600-h/P1030270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_3wo8qI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rJkaYrwh7MQ/s320/P1030270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107317923574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Additionally, for us, we have a big parade that passes by the coffeeshop.  It is our biggest money making day of the year and takes a bit of planning and lots of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_vzI2FI/AAAAAAAAA04/1Hm0m8WUIgs/s1600-h/P1030257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_vzI2FI/AAAAAAAAA04/1Hm0m8WUIgs/s320/P1030257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107315786569810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, in the end it is all worth it.  Starting yesterday, the City came alive with the anticipation of the first big parades.  People wander aimlessly in the streets, kids sit patiently atop ladders waiting for their stuffed animal throws, and the aroma of Popeye's Fried Chicken fills the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I left LM and BM at home and joined some friends on The Avenue (that's St. Charles Ave, for those not local) and caught three really great parades, Krewe of Babylon, Krewe of Chaos, and Krewe of Muses.  We had a fabulous time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_3nfTNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jy_e2DQ7rEY/s1600-h/P1030268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_3nfTNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jy_e2DQ7rEY/s320/P1030268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107317885193426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I joined some ladies whose husbands/male family members are in the Krewe of Hermes which rolls tonight.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.muriels.com/html/home.html"&gt;Muriel's&lt;/a&gt; and as always the food was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_qG_H7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/2XvQx-jAbT0/s1600-h/P1030246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-G_qG_H7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/2XvQx-jAbT0/s320/P1030246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107314259206066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight, I decided to stay home and catch up on my blogging.  More Mardi Gras news to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6905158768140143018?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6905158768140143018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6905158768140143018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6905158768140143018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6905158768140143018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/mardi-gras-anticipationstress.html' title='Mardi Gras Anticipation=Stress!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZ-HKhwJvEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z1vn7fd2Qf0/s72-c/P1030241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3151831429033778810</id><published>2009-02-17T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:46:16.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baton Rouge Mardi Gras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krewe Mystique de la Capitale'/><title type='text'>Little Monkey does his first Mardi Gras parade right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZt1yHGouNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kLq9IJWhvxM/s1600-h/SaraandLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZt1yHGouNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kLq9IJWhvxM/s320/SaraandLM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962489919682770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Baton Rouge this weekend, my girlfriend and I took our little ones to &lt;a href="http://www.krewemystique.com/"&gt;The Krewe Mystique de la Capitale&lt;/a&gt; Mardi Gras parade.  We had a wonderful time.   Baton Rouge parades are great because there are a lot less crowds and the parades are shorter.  The Little Monkey really had no clue what was going on but he did have a great time going for a ride in the Radio Flyer red wagon.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZt1yCkEGnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/rcLNNuCVjk8/s1600-h/MardiGras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZt1yCkEGnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/rcLNNuCVjk8/s320/MardiGras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962488700934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I'm totally getting psyched up for this weekend's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mardi Gras!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3151831429033778810?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3151831429033778810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3151831429033778810&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3151831429033778810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3151831429033778810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-monkey-does-his-first-mardi-gras.html' title='Little Monkey does his first Mardi Gras parade right!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZt1yHGouNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/kLq9IJWhvxM/s72-c/SaraandLM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6042426785384883446</id><published>2009-02-14T16:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:10:32.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10k race results'/><title type='text'>Was someone named Murphy running with me...</title><content type='html'>...because, whatever could have gone wrong today did on the 10k race I ran!  We packed up the car and headed to Baton Rouge so we could spend some time with the family and I could get a race in for my training.  The race started at 9am so I figured I could get there by 8:15 to find parking, register and get mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, took a look at the clock on my mom's microwave which said 6am.  I thought "I've got plenty of time" and went back to sleep.  Woke up at 6:40 am, took a shower, and then jumped in the car to get LM some milk at the quickie-mart.  As I am heading home, I happen to look at the clock in the car which says 8:10!!!  My mom's clock was an hour slow and now I am officially late, so I dump the milk off and fly towards downtown BR.  Of course, I don't know the area so I couldn't find parking.  Finally, the parking gods lead me to the overflow parking for the casino the race started at.  I registered and finally settled in to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turn on my new Garmin, only to find the battery almost dead! (I can only blame myself.  I had ample time to charge it last night, but figured it wasn't needed).  Luckily, I have a stopwatch on my Ipod and I set that.  So, the Garmin dies 18 seconds into the race and then I notice that my headphones are only working in one ear.  So the whole race, I had music in only one ear.  What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, though, is that I came in with my best time ever, by far!  1:04:41!  I had expected to come in at about 1:08 so I was stunned when I hit mile 1 in under 10 minutes.  As I was running, I was beating my time every mile. Thank God for the Ipod stopwatch.  I can not run without a timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, I am really proud of myself and it motivates me to continue my training for the Half Marathon end of April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6042426785384883446?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6042426785384883446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6042426785384883446&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6042426785384883446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6042426785384883446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-someone-named-murphy-running-with.html' title='Was someone named Murphy running with me...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7904793043434306115</id><published>2009-02-12T21:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:34:19.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zatarain&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion for mardi gras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mardi Gras as National Holiday'/><title type='text'>Should Mardi Gras be declared a National Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motionformardigras.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZTm134BTeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5-I1jE3rsqo/s320/medium_MotionForMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302116474528288226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I received the following email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;News from NOLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;ve been reading your blog and can tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;passionate about supporting the best New Orleans has to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; I wanted you to know that Zatarain’s is sponsoring a petition to declare Mardi Gras a national holiday.  We’d love for you and your readers to help by signing the petition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motionformardigras.com/" target="_blank" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;http://www.motionformardigras.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Liz Cron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;For Zatarain’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;I have to admit I have mixed feelings about this.  Lots of things make New Orleans special, but Mardi Gras is our shining star.  Lots of other cities have little parties to commemorate Mardi Gras but nobody does it like New Orleans.  Why would we want to dilute that by sharing it with the rest of the world?  So, sorry, Zatarain's, I can't sign your petition, but I will share it with my readers and they are free to join your cause if they see fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;BUT, I certainly love me some Zatarain's and would love to have you as an advertiser if you want to make an offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7904793043434306115?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7904793043434306115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7904793043434306115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7904793043434306115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7904793043434306115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-mardi-gras-be-declared-national.html' title='Should Mardi Gras be declared a National Holiday?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZTm134BTeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5-I1jE3rsqo/s72-c/medium_MotionForMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8413666312874632164</id><published>2009-02-11T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:08:45.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security blanket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><title type='text'>The Little Monkey loves his blankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZOSXa6xclI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LGwotTdZjNs/s1600-h/blankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZOSXa6xclI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LGwotTdZjNs/s320/blankie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301742117405684306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LM has never been one for comfort items.  He never used a pacifier and, until now, has not ben attached to any particular stuffed animals or lovies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Monkey's nursery theme was all things monkey, of course, and before LM was born we received a special gift from my step-mother, JB.  It was a really cute blanket with a monkey print on the front and soft flannel on the back.  For the last couple of months, LM has been put to bed with this blanket and just recently, he has become very attached to it.  Unfortunately, it is way to big and he keeps tripping over it as he drags it around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I desparately called to see if any fabric was left to make a miniature version and sure enough it looks like there may be.  Can't wait to get it in the mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8413666312874632164?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8413666312874632164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8413666312874632164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8413666312874632164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8413666312874632164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-monkey-loves-his-blankie.html' title='The Little Monkey loves his blankie'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZOSXa6xclI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LGwotTdZjNs/s72-c/blankie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2017873568213815276</id><published>2009-02-10T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:27:58.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derivation of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muppets'/><title type='text'>Ever wonder how Elmo came to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/02/10/mf.muppet.favorites.stories/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZJFU8Y_2wI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WAFc3I3F1uw/s320/4f9bf4320173cb96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301375937479170818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much exciting going on in the Monkey House this week and I'm having a bit of blogger's block, so I thought you might find this article interesting.  Click on the photo to discover how the Muppets and Sesame Street characters came into being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2017873568213815276?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2017873568213815276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2017873568213815276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2017873568213815276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2017873568213815276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-wonder-how-elmo-came-to-be.html' title='Ever wonder how Elmo came to be?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SZJFU8Y_2wI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WAFc3I3F1uw/s72-c/4f9bf4320173cb96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6377918372221344516</id><published>2009-02-08T21:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:49:16.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Mardi Gras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival season'/><title type='text'>It's Carnival Time!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY-nPIQARLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GoUx-VpnwO4/s1600-h/king_cake_new_orleans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY-nPIQARLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GoUx-VpnwO4/s320/king_cake_new_orleans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300639164792849586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the first parade of the Mardi Gras season, &lt;a href="http://www.kreweduvieux.org/"&gt;Krewe Du Vieux&lt;/a&gt;, came and went this weekend, and I'm still not feeling the carnival spirit yet this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only have one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_cake"&gt;king cake&lt;/a&gt; at work which is odd.  Normally, there would be a continuous flow since the person who gets the baby is supposed to bring the next king cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, as things pick up next weekend, I'll get more into catching fake dog poop, shiny beads, and ladies' undies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6377918372221344516?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6377918372221344516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6377918372221344516&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6377918372221344516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6377918372221344516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-carnival-time.html' title='It&apos;s Carnival Time!?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY-nPIQARLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GoUx-VpnwO4/s72-c/king_cake_new_orleans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2856247429517171127</id><published>2009-02-07T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:46:31.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Display of Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY5xkaviHbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/BaWyio8t6Po/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY5xkaviHbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/BaWyio8t6Po/s320/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298681929571762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey loves his daddy!   He usually saves most displays of affection for Big Monkey, but today he ran up to me and sat in my lap and then put his head on my chest like a baby.  It was very cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2856247429517171127?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2856247429517171127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2856247429517171127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2856247429517171127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2856247429517171127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/rare-display-of-affection.html' title='A Rare Display of Affection'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SY5xkaviHbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/BaWyio8t6Po/s72-c/P1030192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4120234307262902521</id><published>2009-02-05T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:10:02.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hal Higdon half marathon training'/><title type='text'>Update on half marathon training</title><content type='html'>This is my first week of half-marathon training.  You can follow my progress daily on the left sidebar under my BlogHer ads.  I will keep y'all updated there.  I am using &lt;a href="http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/novice.htm"&gt;Hal Higdon's program&lt;/a&gt; for novices and am starting on week 7 since I don't have much time.  I feel like I've done pretty well so far.  Today I didn't have time to get in my 4.5 mile run because it was too cold this morning so I brought Little Monkey to the babysitter at the gym and tried to do it on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE the treadmill!  I can't run long distances on it and you are only allowed to go 30 minutes when people are waiting so I only got in 2.5 miles.  I am going to have a rest day tomorrow and go for a 50 minute bike ride on Saturday.  Sunday will be my longest run ever at 7 miles.  I am a little nervous about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4120234307262902521?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4120234307262902521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4120234307262902521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4120234307262902521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4120234307262902521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-half-marathon-training.html' title='Update on half marathon training'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3507595723302226772</id><published>2009-02-04T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:26:09.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos of young Sara'/><title type='text'>Forever Young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYpa4ZNkN4I/AAAAAAAAAy8/7HjB_9iZtHM/s1600-h/n20726519195_1913999_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYpa4ZNkN4I/AAAAAAAAAy8/7HjB_9iZtHM/s320/n20726519195_1913999_1031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147836441769858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYpau5w_2AI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7kBQhuOt0w8/s1600-h/n20726519195_1969527_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYpau5w_2AI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7kBQhuOt0w8/s320/n20726519195_1969527_1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147673381623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The summer camp I went to for 5 years as a kid has been posting old pictures on Facebook.  These pics are of me at age 8 and 12, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get a picture of The Little Monkey from the same angle as the top picture but haven't been able to yet.  Upon examining this photo and photos of LM, he doesn't look as much like me as I thought.  His eyes are wider and dark brown, while mine are hazel.  He has a definite cleft chin like Big Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can tell but that is a definite perm I am sporting in the second photo, circa 1988!  I look like something out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome Back, Kotter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3507595723302226772?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3507595723302226772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3507595723302226772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3507595723302226772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3507595723302226772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYpa4ZNkN4I/AAAAAAAAAy8/7HjB_9iZtHM/s72-c/n20726519195_1913999_1031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5980109121264397756</id><published>2009-02-02T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:48:41.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monkey Dancing in the Streets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxM0e---QXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxM0e---QXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Little Monkey gets jiggy with it in the French Quarter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5980109121264397756?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5980109121264397756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5980109121264397756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5980109121264397756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5980109121264397756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-monkey-dancing-in-streets.html' title='Little Monkey Dancing in the Streets!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8534191778627468730</id><published>2009-02-01T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:25:53.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day in the French Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDk2I_wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IVwypVwC9p8/s1600-h/central+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDk2I_wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IVwypVwC9p8/s320/central+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018830101577474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYNWGiQCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xcHRFllnpzw/s1600-h/muff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYNWGiQCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xcHRFllnpzw/s320/muff1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018997942501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYNYqRjyI/AAAAAAAAAyk/PQbrzR4zm6c/s1600-h/muff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYNYqRjyI/AAAAAAAAAyk/PQbrzR4zm6c/s320/muff2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018998629273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, my father and his friend, Ms. K, came into town and BM, LM, and I joined them in the French Quarter.  After coffee and beignets at &lt;a href="http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-saturday-night.html"&gt;Cafe Du Monde&lt;/a&gt;, we were still hungry for some real food so we headed to the place that invented the best sandwich in the world, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffuletta"&gt;The Muffaletta&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Grocery"&gt;Central Grocery&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome little Italian deli and The Muffaletta is the best mix of bread meat, cheese and olives you have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were stuffed, we took some time to just relax in Jackson Square.  The sun was shining, there was a nice breeze, and it was all around just a beautiful day.  Little Monkey had a great time running around and playing on the lawn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDp8vbnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gWe_K5lx1hI/s1600-h/lmjackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDp8vbnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gWe_K5lx1hI/s320/lmjackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018831471439474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDnoEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/eRo9fD9D0ng/s1600-h/family+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDnoEQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/eRo9fD9D0ng/s320/family+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018830847853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDQROq8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ji6XCsJn_Hg/s1600-h/abuelolm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDQROq8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ji6XCsJn_Hg/s320/abuelolm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018824578051010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDZ-k7DI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vuKzE7SwQxs/s1600-h/abuelolm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDZ-k7DI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vuKzE7SwQxs/s320/abuelolm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018827184172082" 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/20991769-8534191778627468730?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8534191778627468730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8534191778627468730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8534191778627468730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8534191778627468730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-day-in-french-quarter.html' title='A Beautiful Day in the French Quarter'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYZYDk2I_wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IVwypVwC9p8/s72-c/central+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4410886438562814237</id><published>2009-01-29T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:53:11.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garmin Forerunner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half-marathon'/><title type='text'>I'm on the fence....</title><content type='html'>I have been seriously thinking about training for a half-marathon.  I've been jogging for about a year now and have definitely increased my speed and stamina but I am still pretty slow compared to most people.  Here are my race times since I've been running in order of when I ran them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10k- 1:17:17&lt;br /&gt;5k- 35:23&lt;br /&gt;10k- 1:12:57&lt;br /&gt;9k- 1:04:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half-marathon I am thinking about running is only in 7 weeks which is not much training time.  I am not too concerned about finishing, but the big problem is that in this particular marathon, you have to qualify.  And, I would have to run a 5k in the next month in 31 minutes or under in order to qualify which is a LOT faster than I am currently running.  So, my plan is to start working on my pace and give it a shot.  We'll see if it happens or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYJ5QEOJziI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vGBk-6c_Kd0/s1600-h/0075375905190_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYJ5QEOJziI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vGBk-6c_Kd0/s320/0075375905190_215X215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296929428659097122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a similar note, does anyone have the Garmin Forerunner 205 or 305?  I really want one to keep my pace, but I'm not sure that a) I want to spend the $, and b) if I do, which one I should get.  It seems the only difference is that the 305 has a heart rate monitor.  Do I really need that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-4410886438562814237?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4410886438562814237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4410886438562814237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4410886438562814237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4410886438562814237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-on-fence.html' title='I&apos;m on the fence....'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYJ5QEOJziI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vGBk-6c_Kd0/s72-c/0075375905190_215X215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2679774126069945496</id><published>2009-01-28T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:35:19.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad outift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not fat'/><title type='text'>Jessica Simpson Wardrobe Malfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYEw9YNOqHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9sQQ12Q9nKY/s1600-h/gallery_main-0128_jessica_simpson_ashleeblog_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYEw9YNOqHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9sQQ12Q9nKY/s320/gallery_main-0128_jessica_simpson_ashleeblog_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296568467792504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, let's face it...  This outfit was a really bad choice.  Her stylist was definitely in a coma, BUT I wouldn't call her fat.  The belt is totally making a muffintop of the upper tummy area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think most of us would still kill to look like her (sans mom jeans and metallic belt)... extra 10 pounds or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2679774126069945496?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2679774126069945496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2679774126069945496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2679774126069945496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2679774126069945496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/jessica-simpson-wardrobe-malfunction.html' title='Jessica Simpson Wardrobe Malfunction'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SYEw9YNOqHI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9sQQ12Q9nKY/s72-c/gallery_main-0128_jessica_simpson_ashleeblog_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2770970727238194882</id><published>2009-01-26T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:39:11.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolutionary Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonardo DiCaprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titanic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Winslet'/><title type='text'>'Revolutionary Road' vs. 'Titanic'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX5zRTxVAvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jVvkkqjCINM/s1600-h/5997df850eab12bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX5zRTxVAvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jVvkkqjCINM/s320/5997df850eab12bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796953036423922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX5zRYFtKKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LwZEdZtDKTk/s1600-h/d300d7dffc00d8bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX5zRYFtKKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LwZEdZtDKTk/s320/d300d7dffc00d8bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796954195634338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a week ago I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/span&gt; with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in theaters.  It is essentially about a woman who is not content with the social norms and constraints placed on her in the time in which she lives.  She spends the movie searching for ways to break free of these restraints and in the end comes to a tragic fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, coincidentally, Big Monkey and I ended up catching some of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt; with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet on Saturday morning on our trip this weekend.  If you remember, that movie is about a woman who is not content with the social norms and constraints placed on her in the time in which she lives.  She spends the movie searching for ways to break free of these restraints and in the end comes to a tragic fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I know the two are not exactly the same...  one is a budding love story while the other is a love story gone horribly wrong, but I did find it so interesting that the Kate Winslet character is essentially the same character in both movies.  She is a woman who wants more.  She wants more than to be a wife to her husband.  She wants to travel, live life to the fullest and "make it (i.e. life) count", just as Jack's toast to a table of aristocrats advises in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;.  She wants love to sweep her off her feet, not to insist she settle because it is the responsible thing to do.  There are really so many similarities between Rose and April that it could not have gone unnoticed to Winslet when picking the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the worst things that could happen to a person is to live a life so unfulfilled and without purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2770970727238194882?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2770970727238194882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2770970727238194882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2770970727238194882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2770970727238194882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/revolutionary-road-vs-titanic.html' title='&apos;Revolutionary Road&apos; vs. &apos;Titanic&apos;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX5zRTxVAvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jVvkkqjCINM/s72-c/5997df850eab12bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7223973479636187393</id><published>2009-01-25T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:14:34.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama&apos;s Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Galleria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IKEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Don't Mess With Texas!</title><content type='html'>Thursday and Friday took me to Houston on business.  Luckily, Big Monkey was able to tag along and we had a great time living it up in the Lone Star State.  Whenever we head to Houston, I feel like some character out of The Andy Griffith Show who is traveling to "the Big City"!  The traffic is crazy, the City is huge, and the enormity of it all is a little overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BM and I have our routine down during our biannual visits.  We always hit the Galleria for some upscale shopping, &lt;a href="http://www.mamascafe.net/"&gt;Mama's Cafe &lt;/a&gt;on Westheimer for breakfast, and our own mecca, &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt;!  Here are some highlight pics from this recent visit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1Ffwpat1I/AAAAAAAAAws/pwQauz4hgik/s1600-h/P1030109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1Ffwpat1I/AAAAAAAAAws/pwQauz4hgik/s320/P1030109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295465148794451794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kenneth Cole helping out in these tough economic times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FfzTKq-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/hx5FmT2aNss/s1600-h/P1030114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FfzTKq-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/hx5FmT2aNss/s320/P1030114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295465149506431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Not sure if the sign got blown away in the Sept hurricane but seems like they should have it fixed by now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FgSfqtII/AAAAAAAAAxE/U8LI2pmpRKo/s1600-h/P1030118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FgSfqtII/AAAAAAAAAxE/U8LI2pmpRKo/s320/P1030118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295465157880362114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The breakfast tacos and hashbrowns are unbeatable at Mama's and way cheap!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FfyrqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/tOuhRtsKYCY/s1600-h/P1030111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1FfyrqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/tOuhRtsKYCY/s320/P1030111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295465149340739570" 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/20991769-7223973479636187393?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7223973479636187393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7223973479636187393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7223973479636187393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7223973479636187393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-mess-with-texas.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess With Texas!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SX1Ffwpat1I/AAAAAAAAAws/pwQauz4hgik/s72-c/P1030109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8479995906036843358</id><published>2009-01-20T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:45:30.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara&apos;s marriage advice'/><title type='text'>Message to the bride and groom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXaoBY2kQrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8lBhkQmZwJ0/s1600-h/eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXaoBY2kQrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8lBhkQmZwJ0/s320/eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293603153825252018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend my cousin got married to a great guy and the whole weekend was filled with family and fun.  In a traditional Jewish wedding, there is a ceremony prior to the nuptials called a &lt;a href="http://wedding.theknot.com/real-weddings/jewish-weddings/articles/jewish-wedding-ceremony-rituals.aspx"&gt;tish&lt;/a&gt;, where you can give some advice to the couple. During the tish, I really couldn't find what I wanted to say, but as I have had more time to think about it, I've come up with a few words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've only been married eight years and, believe me, BM and I are far from perfect.  We have had our ups and downs.  We have had plenty of hard times relationship-wise, but also lots of good ones.  Here are a few things I have learned along the way in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complacency can be the most dangerous thing in a realtionship.  The minute you forget that you have to work at it, things start going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend time often sharing details of your day (and also your thoughts on the day in general).  I find that when we start to lose interest in the minute details of each other's lives is when distance grows.  Over the years, people change, and if we don't keep up with those changes, we risk waking up next to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This is an oldie, but a goodie...  Pick your battles!  I struggle with this one everyday, but I definitely find that we are more able to compromise when everything isn't an issue that needs to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Go out to breakfast together.  Not lunch or dinner, but breakfast.  It kickstarts your weekends and sets the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Go to bed angry...  I am the type of person that likes to talk things out right now and get everything settled.  Big Monkey likes time to think about things.  It has taken me a long time to realize that sometimes it is better to give things some time. Think about what you want to say before you say it.  (I never do this, but it really is good advice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sit down and talk about your plans often.  Have a life plan that you set together.  Even if it doesn't come to fruition or your road changes, you will both be on the same page with what you want and expect out of your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, newlyweds, I wish you a long and happy life together.  I hope you take some of my advice and I too am going to try to remember some of my own words of wisdom more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, anything you'd like to add to the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8479995906036843358?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8479995906036843358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8479995906036843358&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8479995906036843358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8479995906036843358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/message-to-bride-and-groom.html' title='Message to the bride and groom...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXaoBY2kQrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8lBhkQmZwJ0/s72-c/eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7556079649437421525</id><published>2009-01-19T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:58:19.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans weddings'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the break...</title><content type='html'>We had big family wedding weekend since Friday and I haven't had a minute to blog about it!  This is the longest I have gone without posting since this blog's inception and it was kind of a nice break.  I'll be back with pics and updates tomorrow, but for now I'm going to catch some zzzz's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7556079649437421525?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7556079649437421525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7556079649437421525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7556079649437421525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7556079649437421525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-for-break.html' title='Sorry for the break...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3749252549914557331</id><published>2009-01-15T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:43:05.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donut holes'/><title type='text'>The Little Monkey's first trip to the the donut shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXAQP-BiIpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BhAB98dU-lE/s1600-h/lm+donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXAQP-BiIpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BhAB98dU-lE/s320/lm+donut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291747428693844626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monkey experienced his first donut last Saturday and he is a big fan!  He kept reaching into the bag for more.  After four donut holes, I put a stop to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3749252549914557331?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3749252549914557331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3749252549914557331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3749252549914557331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3749252549914557331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-monkeys-first-trip-to-the-donut.html' title='The Little Monkey&apos;s first trip to the the donut shop'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SXAQP-BiIpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BhAB98dU-lE/s72-c/lm+donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2982261203168338671</id><published>2009-01-13T22:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:56:32.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LPO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itzhak Perlman'/><title type='text'>The Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra's Re-Opening Gala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vvMidlKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/32AZ8jCLvYs/s1600-h/logo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vvMidlKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/32AZ8jCLvYs/s320/logo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291007993840506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The LPO had its first performance since Katrina this weekend and my Firm sponsored a table at the sold-out Re-Opening Gala after the performance.  It gave me and Big Monkey an opportunity to dress in our finest and get in some culture (something we don't often get since the arrival of Little Monkey)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vWJpbSRI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1WrDawN5GRE/s1600-h/lpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vWJpbSRI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1WrDawN5GRE/s320/lpo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291007563567679762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I hate my hair in this picture but wanted you to see BM in his tux.  I tried to do an easy updo but just couldn't make it work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual event was wonderful and included a performance by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Itzhak_Perlman"&gt;Itzhak Perlman&lt;/a&gt; and the San Francisco Ballet.  I haven't been to a ballet in some time and really enjoyed it.  Aren't ballerinas just beautiful in their tutus?  No wonder every little girl wants to grow up to be a ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vV8OEaHI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cjNVZCLqyNU/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vV8OEaHI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cjNVZCLqyNU/s320/ballet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291007559963273330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The after dinner gala was nice but didn't get going until about 10:30 and we were pretty much ready to call it a night, so we ate dinner and were home by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mom and Grumps for the free night of babysitting.  You and the dogs are welcome anytime if it gets me and BM out of the house more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2982261203168338671?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2982261203168338671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2982261203168338671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2982261203168338671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2982261203168338671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/louisiana-philharmonic-orchestras-re.html' title='The Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra&apos;s Re-Opening Gala'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SW1vvMidlKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/32AZ8jCLvYs/s72-c/logo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-836268494193175855</id><published>2009-01-11T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:05:01.046-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stirrup pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stylish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XXI'/><title type='text'>Stirrup pants?  Seriously?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWrAxwEoyaI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xkYu-iFQj0Y/s1600-h/stirrup+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWrAxwEoyaI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xkYu-iFQj0Y/s320/stirrup+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252673250544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I needed to get LM a tuxedo shirt for our night on the town (I'll tell you about it later) so I headed to the mall.  I went into XXI, which is a very trendy 15-27 year-oldish clothing store.  I often stop in to fool myself into thinking I can wear their clothes, but in the the dressing room I always just look silly or fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have we seriously regressed back to 1984 in that stirrup pants are back in style?  I mean this isn't Wal-Mart... it is a very hip store where the "cool" kids shop!  Stirrup pants?  Are you kidding me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-836268494193175855?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/836268494193175855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=836268494193175855&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/836268494193175855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/836268494193175855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/stirrup-pants-seriously.html' title='Stirrup pants?  Seriously?!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWrAxwEoyaI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xkYu-iFQj0Y/s72-c/stirrup+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7768649999738586141</id><published>2009-01-09T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:30:07.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who needs pockets?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwear frog video'/><title type='text'>Who needs pockets?</title><content type='html'>Have y'all seen this video?  It is kid of gross but funny none the less.  I almost wonder if it wasn't staged.  Who lets their two year kid play outside unsupervised stuffing frogs down their drawers?  Cute but a little disturbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwK3tLz9O4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwK3tLz9O4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7768649999738586141?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7768649999738586141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7768649999738586141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7768649999738586141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7768649999738586141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-needs-pockets.html' title='Who needs pockets?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-4649959043139392281</id><published>2009-01-07T21:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:10:09.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love letter to Big Monkey</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary Big Monkey!  We have now known each other for ten years (almost a third of our lives) and been married for eight of those.  It gets better everyday!  You are an adoring husband.  You are patient when I am impatient.  You are calm when I am in hysterics.  You make me laugh when I want to cry.  You make me think twice before I make a fool of myself.  And most of all, you just make me a better person.  I can't think of anyone else I would rather spend the rest of my life with or raise a family with.  Thanks for being a wonderful husband, father, and friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV8I05bsoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5UcNczAUyQU/s1600-h/rubyslipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV8I05bsoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5UcNczAUyQU/s320/rubyslipper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769828496847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took off work today to have a day of fun with Big Monkey in honor of our anniversary.  We had a wonderful time.  We started off at The Ruby Slipper in Mid-City for breakfast.  BM had the Three Little Piggies omelet (meat, meat, meat) and I had the basic breakfast with a side of pancake.  It was relaxing and delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7fSTBGQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/_BBdYkGgqSQ/s1600-h/37dab8debb5ff8ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7fSTBGQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/_BBdYkGgqSQ/s320/37dab8debb5ff8ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769114834278658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then hit the Nike outlet to suit up for our New Year's resolution of both getting healthier and losing weight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7fdI_MjI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0Y8Pq-Yot1Q/s1600-h/0449df65648b90e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7fdI_MjI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0Y8Pq-Yot1Q/s320/0449df65648b90e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769117745001010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After relaxing a bit at home, we went to see the movie "Milk" (commentary to follow tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7filA1nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/H12toDDkY7M/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7filA1nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/H12toDDkY7M/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769119204726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7f2ym8nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2-MXrEsbsWk/s1600-h/mussels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7f2ym8nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2-MXrEsbsWk/s320/mussels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769124630458994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the evening with a fabulous dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.lukeneworleans.com/"&gt;Luke&lt;/a&gt;, one of Chef John Besh's restaurants.  It was really wonderful.  I started off with the fried oyser, bacon, and avocado salad.  The bacon was nice and smoky and the oysters could not have been fresher.  It was our favorite dish of the evening.  I got the mussels et frites for my entree.  The french fries were awesome and crispy.  The muscles were a bit bland but a good choice since I didn't want something too heavy.  The only disappoinment was the bread pudding which was much too dense and hard and as Big Monkey put it "uncomfortable to eat".  But, it did not deter from a wonderful dinner!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7f9gbsOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/s8Ds1ilx7vQ/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV7f9gbsOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/s8Ds1ilx7vQ/s320/luke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288769126433272034" 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/20991769-4649959043139392281?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/4649959043139392281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=4649959043139392281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4649959043139392281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/4649959043139392281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-letter-to-big-monkey.html' title='Love letter to Big Monkey'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWV8I05bsoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5UcNczAUyQU/s72-c/rubyslipper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8015262505708926108</id><published>2009-01-06T21:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:46:56.009-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hickory Farms sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Any soldier mailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support our troops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anysoldier.com'/><title type='text'>Opportunity for Random Act of Kindness for our Troops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWQlNbw_ChI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tK33IRjAXOM/s1600-h/AnySoldierHeader490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 46px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWQlNbw_ChI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tK33IRjAXOM/s320/AnySoldierHeader490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288392775161547282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWQlNPkznYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6Gqs-8pT6kk/s1600-h/87596acf24027d0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWQlNPkznYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6Gqs-8pT6kk/s320/87596acf24027d0e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288392771889241474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the women on the BabyCenter Bargain Board tonight suggested this and I thought it was an awesome idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/"&gt;Hickory Farms&lt;/a&gt; is having their big after-Xmas sale where everything is 75% off.  Use code  849358 for an extra 15% off that.  They have a special section (&lt;a href="http://www.hickoryfarms.com/category.asp?name=Military%20Gifts&amp;amp;c=600"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;) where you can send these items to military APO and FPO addresses for free shipping.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/WhereToSend/"&gt;anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt; to get addresses of soldiers you can send them too.  Hickory Farms even allows you to add a message to your shipment.  I found two units from Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great idea and it only cost me $19.  Show your support for our troops today.  I'm sure they would love to get a care package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**On anysoldier.com, click on one of the names on the left hand side and then you have to register and their address will be sent to you.  I found it a little difficult to understand at first so leave a comment if you have a question and I can help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8015262505708926108?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8015262505708926108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8015262505708926108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8015262505708926108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8015262505708926108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/opportunity-for-random-act-of-kindness.html' title='Opportunity for Random Act of Kindness for our Troops'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWQlNbw_ChI/AAAAAAAAAu8/tK33IRjAXOM/s72-c/AnySoldierHeader490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-401583855455274764</id><published>2009-01-04T21:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:11:37.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheetos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three way mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute LM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little monkey'/><title type='text'>New cute pics of Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5nHE7EJI/AAAAAAAAAus/0TZw7zXppLI/s1600-h/cheetos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5nHE7EJI/AAAAAAAAAus/0TZw7zXppLI/s320/cheetos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287641150331228306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LM in a cheetos induced coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5LJxbgxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/zvKubsrXmOs/s1600-h/3waymirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5LJxbgxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/zvKubsrXmOs/s320/3waymirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640670018437906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LM discovers the joys of a three-way mirror&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5LrKlixI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bCsyozbKDUI/s1600-h/helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5LrKlixI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bCsyozbKDUI/s320/helmet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640678982322962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our litte Slugger!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5MPCZg6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Kuuj91UYE24/s1600-h/lmtie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5MPCZg6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Kuuj91UYE24/s320/lmtie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640688611656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friend, Stinks, brought this shirt back for LM from England and we thought he was quite stylin' until Aunt Rachel told us he looked more Jehovah's Witness than GQ!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5MsHGA2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/DGzFlldDwkw/s1600-h/cutelm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5MsHGA2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/DGzFlldDwkw/s320/cutelm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640696415978338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-401583855455274764?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/401583855455274764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=401583855455274764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/401583855455274764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/401583855455274764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-cute-pics-of-little-monkey.html' title='New cute pics of Little Monkey'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWF5nHE7EJI/AAAAAAAAAus/0TZw7zXppLI/s72-c/cheetos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-8212385771000559799</id><published>2009-01-03T22:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:13:40.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>Review of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEvgpjOTI/AAAAAAAAAts/4zxB52Bb5t8/s1600-h/3113128830_02bb4ec7e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEvgpjOTI/AAAAAAAAAts/4zxB52Bb5t8/s320/3113128830_02bb4ec7e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301545541712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this movie tonight.  I started crying when it began and didn't stop for three hours.  That's not to say the movie was all that sad, but I pretty much cry at AT&amp;amp;T commercials, so you can't go by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the movie, but, of course have some comments.  The movie starts with Benjamin being born to a family in New Orleans.  His father sees what he is and promptly leaves him on a fellow New Orleanian's doorstep.  The movie seems to be a parable for life, told like a fable.  Because of this, I really think they should have left more to my own imagination.  They really drew out every detail for me which lead to some unbelievability.   But, in general, the story was good and, I would suggest seeing it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEwEI6hzI/AAAAAAAAAt8/O3nRWH67dvk/s1600-h/medium_1226-the-curious-case-of-benjamin-button-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEwEI6hzI/AAAAAAAAAt8/O3nRWH67dvk/s320/medium_1226-the-curious-case-of-benjamin-button-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301555068503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part about the movie, though, was the fact that New Orleans really becomes a character in its own right within the movie.  The scenes were shot beautifully, showcasing our wonderful architecture, streetcars, French Quarter, parks.  I really enjoyed recognizing places around the New Orleans and seeing them as I do everyday and how they might have been years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEwEIu4WI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nRHcjutI3qo/s1600-h/medium_1226-the-curious-case-of-benjamin-button-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEwEIu4WI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nRHcjutI3qo/s320/medium_1226-the-curious-case-of-benjamin-button-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301555067740514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, the director felt the need to bring Katrina into the story which was completely unnecessary to the plot, if not just awkward.  Last, I have to say, Brad Pitt is just HOT!  He just gets hotter and hotter...  one day I will tell y'all about the time I saw him at Big Lots last Christmas.  Yes, I said Big Lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-8212385771000559799?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/8212385771000559799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=8212385771000559799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8212385771000559799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/8212385771000559799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/review-of-curious-case-of-benjamin.html' title='Review of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SWBEvgpjOTI/AAAAAAAAAts/4zxB52Bb5t8/s72-c/3113128830_02bb4ec7e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-1142446572041845369</id><published>2009-01-01T20:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:12:00.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s resolutions 2009'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!  My resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SV2FkuDJOkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MCV72WR1vgw/s1600-h/58c58e5951ef83f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SV2FkuDJOkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MCV72WR1vgw/s320/58c58e5951ef83f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286528403485833794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(not my dachshunds, but too cute a pic to pass up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to wish all my friends, family and loyal readers a wonderful 2009.  2008 was a great year for me, BM, and LM.  Personally, I have accomplished a lot this year of which I am proud.  I began jogging, ran my first 10k, lost over 25 pounds, finally had an adult Bat Mitzvah (since I never had one as a girl), made lots of new friends (in real life and in the blog-o-shere :).  Also, Big Monkey and I have had a great year watching Little Monkey grow into a toddler.  We will be celebrating our 8th anniversary next week and I look forward to countless more years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new year approached, of course, I had to make some resolutions.  Here's what I will work toward in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to lose 15 more pounds and be able to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;*I have a tendency to procrastinate and I really want to work on not doing that.  We will see.  This is something that will be very hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;*I want to make an effort to call my Grandparents weekly.&lt;br /&gt;*I would like to organize our house.  It is a small two-bedroom, but I think we could really enjoy it if space was utilized better.&lt;br /&gt;*I would like BM and I to make more of an effort to have at least one "date night" a month.  It can be pricey but I think it is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-1142446572041845369?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/1142446572041845369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=1142446572041845369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1142446572041845369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/1142446572041845369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-my-resolutions.html' title='Happy New Year!  My resolutions...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SV2FkuDJOkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MCV72WR1vgw/s72-c/58c58e5951ef83f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2130380343262600614</id><published>2008-12-30T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:22:07.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Monkey stuck in highchair'/><title type='text'>The Little Monkey gets himself into quite the jam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVrzTzSkNFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/deRvZL6Hoyo/s1600-h/highchair+fiasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVrzTzSkNFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/deRvZL6Hoyo/s320/highchair+fiasco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285804634183840850" 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/20991769-2130380343262600614?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2130380343262600614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2130380343262600614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2130380343262600614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2130380343262600614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-monkey-gets-himself-into-quite.html' title='The Little Monkey gets himself into quite the jam!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVrzTzSkNFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/deRvZL6Hoyo/s72-c/highchair+fiasco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-7577517834505366002</id><published>2008-12-29T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:38:38.691-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flexible spending medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lots of over the counter medicine'/><title type='text'>This is what happens when you overestimate your flexible spending deductions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVmlZpq4uKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rhiZEOLz9V0/s1600-h/flexspend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVmlZpq4uKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rhiZEOLz9V0/s320/flexspend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437497797032098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the Little Monkey was in his first year, we decided we should expect some extra doctor's visits and sicknesses so we upped our flexible spending for 2008.  Unfortunately, we over-estimated by $260!  So tonight, I spent an hour in Walgreens buying every over-the-counter medicine we could possibly need for the next two years (until expiration)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fairly humiliated when I shopped for an hour, got up to the counter, the guy spent five minutes ringing me up, and only then did I realize I had left my wallet at home!  So, I had to run back home and then go back to the store to have the same guy ring it up all over again.  He was a good sport about it.  So this is what $217.68 of flexible spending eligible OTC medicines look like.  Click on the picture to make it bigger and let me know if I have a forgotten any necessities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-7577517834505366002?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/7577517834505366002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=7577517834505366002&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7577517834505366002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/7577517834505366002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-what-happens-when-you.html' title='This is what happens when you overestimate your flexible spending deductions!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVmlZpq4uKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rhiZEOLz9V0/s72-c/flexspend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2841672610335845963</id><published>2008-12-28T22:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:46:03.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='StumbleUpon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to glue'/><title type='text'>Things I Stumbled Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xraytechschools.info/blog/amazing-and-disturbing-x-ray-images"&gt;Really bizarre items stuck inside people's head/body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fauxfire.com/"&gt;This one is for my sister because she likes televised fireplaces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/"&gt;Draw your piggy and find out about your personality.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thistothat.com/"&gt;Need to glue something?  This site is for you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misternicehands.com/"&gt;Pull my Finger!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2841672610335845963?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2841672610335845963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2841672610335845963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2841672610335845963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2841672610335845963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-i-stumbled-tonight.html' title='Things I Stumbled Tonight'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-2820987966622094856</id><published>2008-12-26T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:14:23.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Monkey temper tantrums'/><title type='text'>What happened to my sweet little boy?</title><content type='html'>Within a week, the Little Monkey has gone from the sweetest of little boys to a crazed, screaming banshee!!  Over night he decided he no longer zonks out at 7pm and instead is up until 9:30 or 10.  He throws everything he sees, and tonight we went to a restaurant and had to get everything boxed up due to his flailing and screaming!  Please give me tips on disciplining an 18 month old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-2820987966622094856?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/2820987966622094856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=2820987966622094856&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2820987966622094856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/2820987966622094856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happened-to-my-sweet-little-boy.html' title='What happened to my sweet little boy?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-698928914048805458</id><published>2008-12-23T18:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:12:38.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hanukkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans fried food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandina&apos;s Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Ushering in Hanukkah New Orleans style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMFwzEPmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vQ39KbYuZW4/s1600-h/P1020850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMFwzEPmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vQ39KbYuZW4/s320/P1020850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157868508626530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a Hanukkah tradition to commemorate the miracle of the oil that burned for eight days by eating foods cooked in oil, specifically&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latkes"&gt; latkes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufganiot"&gt;sufganiyot&lt;/a&gt;, or fried jelly donuts.  In New Orleans, we definitely eat things cooked in oil on a regular basis and tonight, BM, LM, and I enjoyed the tradition to its fullest.  But instead of latkes and donuts, we enjoyed the more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treif"&gt;treif&lt;/a&gt; option of fried catfish, shrimp, and oysters!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMF4y_FjI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EdanHk0elBs/s1600-h/fried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMF4y_FjI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EdanHk0elBs/s320/fried.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157870655772210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Monkey surprised me with an evening out at one of our favorite Uptown family restaurants, &lt;a href="http://www.mandinasrestaurant.com/"&gt;Mandina's&lt;/a&gt;.  The onion rings and fried oysters are a favorite, but their turtle soup is really the reason we keep coming back.  At one point Big Monkey had so much food in front of him, he looked down and was embarrassed by the site!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMF_jvJfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dBQfnM87AvM/s1600-h/68301be3a67d5e48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMF_jvJfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dBQfnM87AvM/s320/68301be3a67d5e48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157872470861298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, anyway, Happy 3rd night of Hanukkah.  Hope you are celebrating with your own traditions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-698928914048805458?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/698928914048805458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=698928914048805458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/698928914048805458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/698928914048805458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/ushering-in-hanukkah-new-orleans-style.html' title='Ushering in Hanukkah New Orleans style!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SVGMFwzEPmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vQ39KbYuZW4/s72-c/P1020850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-5214075186367273784</id><published>2008-12-22T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:00:00.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Monkey plaque'/><title type='text'>The Little Monkey's Plaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUH1bUQI-lI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fsZgHSaDDAs/s1600-h/plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUH1bUQI-lI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fsZgHSaDDAs/s320/plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278770087896611410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Monkey's favorite friend, Rachel, brought this plaque home to him after her recent trip to New York.  How perfect is it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-5214075186367273784?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/5214075186367273784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=5214075186367273784&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5214075186367273784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/5214075186367273784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-monkeys-plaque.html' title='The Little Monkey&apos;s Plaque'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUH1bUQI-lI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fsZgHSaDDAs/s72-c/plaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6513239936394869597</id><published>2008-12-20T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:34:14.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat free eggnog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pomegranate 7up'/><title type='text'>Two things I'm searching for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SU3G4AVckCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NnP11-4MVdw/s1600-h/5bb6eb9998eaf128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SU3G4AVckCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NnP11-4MVdw/s320/5bb6eb9998eaf128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282096603440386082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, am I crazy or is there such a thing as fat-free eggnog?  I swear I remember seeing this in the store in previous holiday seasons.  But, this year, it is nowhere to be found!  I did find this &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9124020/"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm not really one to just go whip up some nog.  I would much rather spend my hard earned money on a pre-made carton.  If they sell fat free half and half, fat free eggnog should exist, shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SU3G4DI0qQI/AAAAAAAAAss/_OYfbdCp67I/s1600-h/ff3a2b1160570c94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SU3G4DI0qQI/AAAAAAAAAss/_OYfbdCp67I/s320/ff3a2b1160570c94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282096604192745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, the blogosphere is all abuzz about this new limited edition diet pomegranate 7-up.  Where the hell is it?  It is supposed to be selling from Nov thru Jan.  I have hit Rouse's Grocery, Winn-Dixie, Wal-Mart, and Target, and I haven't found it yet.  Anyone else been successful finding it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6513239936394869597?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6513239936394869597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6513239936394869597&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6513239936394869597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6513239936394869597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-things-im-searching-for.html' title='Two things I&apos;m searching for...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SU3G4AVckCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NnP11-4MVdw/s72-c/5bb6eb9998eaf128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-3791739284088257873</id><published>2008-12-19T06:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:40:53.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All the Single Ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Better than Beyonce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_lrKhmx2WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_lrKhmx2WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally cracked me up this morning! Enough said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-3791739284088257873?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/3791739284088257873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=3791739284088257873&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3791739284088257873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/3791739284088257873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-than-beyonce.html' title='Better than Beyonce!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20991769.post-6627735420179108107</id><published>2008-12-17T22:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:18:51.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peppermint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelson&apos;s candies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumping Frog of Calaveras County'/><title type='text'>The Best Thing About Christmastime...  Peppermint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUnc_KT5hRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eOzdRkkkqr0/s1600-h/candy-crate_2031_68262387.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUnc_KT5hRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eOzdRkkkqr0/s320/candy-crate_2031_68262387.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280995015726302482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love all things peppermint and this time of year is when peppermint really makes a name for itself!  Peppermint bark, peppermint hot chocolate, candy canes, peppermint mochas... oh how the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of a wonderful weekend Big Monkey and I had long ago.  When we lived in the San Francisco area, we would travel around California on the weekends just spur of the moment hostel card in hand.  One weekend, we decided to go to the actual Jumping Frog Jubilee in Calaveras County.  The festival was great fun but the best part was the old-time peppermint chews we found at Nelson's Candies in Murphys, CA.  Those were truly the best peppermint I have ever had and I think of them often.   Oh, I'm getting nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note... the word "peppermint" starts to sound and look strange after typing it nine times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20991769-6627735420179108107?l=newsfromnola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/feeds/6627735420179108107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20991769&amp;postID=6627735420179108107&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6627735420179108107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20991769/posts/default/6627735420179108107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsfromnola.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-thing-about-christmastime.html' title='The Best Thing About Christmastime...  Peppermint!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02919572299266803705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SdBFN0-GiHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/A5aSaWlNdyY/S220/n1069624674_4731.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LaBwV1B2BkI/SUnc_KT5hRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eOzdRkkkqr0/s72-c/candy-crate_2031_68262387.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
