<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:01:46.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pascha</title><subtitle type='html'>There's a party in my head.  That's why I'm dancing!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-116282914535985876</id><published>2006-11-06T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:07:13.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had the strangest, saddest dream I've had in a while.  I was in this group of people and we were talking about their problems/ailments, when suddenly my right hand is hurting and I start opening and closing it (like you do when your hand feels stiff) and they start telling me I can't bend my fingers (in particular, my middle, ring, and pinky fingers).  I say why and thay say don't you remember, you have cancer in your fingers and they discovered you can release cancerous particles into the air if you bend those 3 fingers!  Well, I just start crying because I'm imagining having my fingers cut off and all the things I won't be able to do, that I only do well with my right hand.  Like painting and bowling.  It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have another dream where I'm at this ocean and I'm supposed to go swimming with sharks with a friend (it was one of those dreams where you are supposed to know people, but they don't look like anyone you know in real life).  She dives in and all of a sudden these fins are swimming around and I just freak out!  I scramble back into the boat and start panicking and finally get the boat back to shore.  When I get to the beach house, there are all these people there and there are these 2 brothers (twins) that walk around on these really tall stilts.  Well, one of them is really extra nice and kind of shy and we get to talking, but I accidentally break something of his and I feel really bad about it, but he's nice about it.  I get around to asking why they are on stilts and he shows me.  They were both born without their legs!  So, they just made themselves really tall because it was fun.  But the weirdest thing is that he had real legs, knee to foot, at the bottom of the stilts.  I asked him if the legs grew separate from his body in the womb (even though in reality, I know that doesn't happen) and he just looked at me and then I woke up.  So weird, but that was sad, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck was going on in my mind last night?  &lt;br /&gt;For the first dream, here is some interpretation:&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/f.htm"&gt;Dream Moods Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see your fingers in you dream, symbolizes physical and mental dexterity. They indicate manipulation, action and non-verbal communication. If you dream that your fingers fall off, then it suggests that you are letting a situation dominate you or dictate how you behave.  You may be literally losing your grip on life. &lt;br /&gt;To dream that your fingers are injured or have been chopped off, denotes your anxieties about your ability to accomplish some demanding task or perform in some waking situation.&lt;br /&gt;To dream about your little finger, represents mental power, intellect, memory, and the power of communication.&lt;br /&gt;To dream of your middle finger, denotes prudence, practicality, caution, responsibility, and hard work. Alternatively, the middle finger may symbolize the phallus. &lt;br /&gt;To dream of your ring finger, represents success, popularity and creativity, It also has association with marriage, union, and commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you have cancer, denotes hopelessness, grief, self-pity, and unforgiveness.  You feel you are wasting your life away.  This dream also represents areas in your life which are bothering you, disturbing you, and hurting you in some emotional way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream of your hands, represents your relationship to those around you and how you connect with the world. Hands serve as a form of communication.&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you hands are injured, denotes an attack on your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Dream:&lt;br /&gt;To see a shark in your dream, represents a person whom you see as greedy and unscrupulous. This person goes after what what he or she wants with no regards to the well-being and sensitivity of others. The shark may also be an aspect of your own personality which exhibit these qualities. Alternatively, you may be going through a difficult, painful, or unpleasant emotional period. The shark symbolizes feelings of anger, hostility, and fierceness. You may be an emotional threat to yourself or to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are swimming underwater, suggests that you are completely submerged in your own feelings. You are forcing yourself to deal with your emotional difficulties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are in a panic, indicates a lack of control and power in your life. You may be feeling helpless in some situation or unable to make a clear decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the beach in your dream, symbolizes the meeting between your two states of mind. The sand is symbolic of the rational and mental processes while the water signifies the irrational, unsteady, and emotional aspects of yourself. It is a place of transition between the physical/material and the spiritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are on the beach and looking out toward the ocean, indicates unknown and major changes that are occurring in your life. Consider the state of the ocean, whether it is calm, pleasant, forbidding, etc. (When I got back to the beach, and looked out at the ocean, it was full of sharks and big waves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are looking toward the beach, suggests that you are returning to what is familiar to you. Alternatively, you may be adapting or accepting to the changes and circumstances in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you break something, indicates that changes are ahead for you. You want to change the direction that your life is headed. Alternatively, it suggests that you need to take things slower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find anything about legs on another person or stilts on another person, so that sucks.  But according to these interepretations, I need therapy or something.  I hope I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-116282914535985876?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/116282914535985876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=116282914535985876' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/116282914535985876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/116282914535985876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-dreams.html' title='Sad Dreams'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-115583498747026148</id><published>2006-08-17T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:16:27.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen for Aug. 17, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#949CB3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justthegirlnextdoor.net/blog/thursdaythirteen/thursdaythirteenstars.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #949CB3;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;Party Pascha&lt;/strong&gt; can't wait for!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fall!  Come on cooler weather!&lt;br /&gt;2. Daughter's 2nd Birthday Party!!  Fun times. . .&lt;br /&gt;3. Start working on my "ideas" for Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get the ball rolling on building our house.  More later, than sooner     :(&lt;br /&gt;5. To be done with payments on &lt;a href="http://www.modceramics.com"&gt;my business&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Fair!!  I love the fair.  The food, the crafts, the games, the food . . .&lt;br /&gt;7. To get baby #3 "started"      :P&lt;br /&gt;8. Halloween.  well, I can wait, but I love dressing up the kids and us (me &amp; hubby).&lt;br /&gt;9. To get started on our first official "unit" I planned for this year's homeschooling.  We are going to try our first units this year and do notebooking.&lt;br /&gt;10. To get my craft area cleaned up so I can get started on my new ideas for outfits for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;11. To get some of the kid's toys and clothes weeded out and gotten rid of!&lt;br /&gt;12. To get our bedroom back to looking like a bedroom.  (instead of a giant hamper!)&lt;br /&gt;13. To Win The Lottery!!  (ha ha, yeah right!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-115583498747026148?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/115583498747026148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=115583498747026148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115583498747026148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115583498747026148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen-for-aug-17-2006.html' title='Thursday Thirteen for Aug. 17, 2006'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-115564675254888903</id><published>2006-08-15T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:59:12.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are NEVER going to believe this!!!</title><content type='html'>At the risk of letting someone else do the talking, I am going to post what my husband already posted on a forum board he visits.  He was pretty detailed and he wrote it fresh--as soon as we got home.  I will quote him and add my thoughts outside of the quotes.  This is just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife, kids and I were just on our way to OKC from here in Stilly. My wife likes taking hwy 33 to I-35, going the Langston-Coyle way. Before we reach Langston, my wife starts shouting that there was a woman on the side of the road waving her arms and that she is going to turn around. My wife is all about helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns around and this woman starts running toward our car screaming. Absolute hysterics. We get her to come to the passenger side and not the driver side, so she won't get hit, and she just keeps screaming, "DON'T LEAVE ME!! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" We ask her name, tell her to calm down because she is safe now, and what happened. She says she was taken from Wal-Mart in Waxahachie(sp) by a man with a gun. At that point I ask my wife for the cell phone. While I'm dialing 911 she starts screaming, "HE IS GONNA GET ME!! HE IS GONNA COME BACK FOR ME!!" My wife and I stay calm but are freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling the cops our location, I hesitate but get out of the car so she can get out of the rain. I was nervous about this because I could just picture her pointing a gun at my wife and telling her to drive or someone jumping from the side of the road and doing something to me. Neither happens and she just slumps down balling her eyes out. I go to the back of the car to get an umbrella and she starts screaming, "DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!" I get the umbrella and we ask her some more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find out that the vehicle she was in was her own. It was an SUV and that he turned off a dirt road somewhere and stopped and then she got out and ran. We try to keep her calm and are wondering if this is real or if she is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops (Langston) arrive and try asking some questions, but she can't remember her phone number or what type of SUV other than it's a white Ford. Each time one of them would step away, again, she would scream 'don't leave me' over and over. They call for a Payne County Sheriff because we are still in Payne County. At this time, she pleads for us to take her home and call her husband. While on their way, we find out her age, her husband's name and that they own their own electrical business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payne County show up and ask for her phone number but she doesn't remember it. She also doesn't remember her tag number to her car. I ask if her car is a work car, thinking a lot of electrical businesses have their name and number on there, she says it wasn't. She also was not carrying anything. I asked her if he said his name or made any phone calls and she said he threw her phone out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the ambulance arrives and she will not let go of me. They have to pull my arm away and she immediately grabbed one of the paramedics. They were gonna take her for an evaluation. My wife and I have to go to the Sheriff's office tomorrow and make a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this but I hope she was taken because I don't want her to be crazy. She was so distraught, was wearing a shirt referencing the state of Texas, and had a nice french manicure. My wife does nails, and I was like, crazy people don't have nails like that, do they!?!? Most of all I just hope they find out where she belongs. I can't get her screaming "Don't leave me and he is gonna get me" out of my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting this, my husband googles the name of the town and the name of the business she gave, which included her last name:&lt;br /&gt;"even more freaky, there really is business in Waxahachie with their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=Estes+electrical+Waxahachie%2C+TX&amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;Estes Electric&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said her husbands name was Gary"  If you will notice the 4th entry from the map, he is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just called the business number it gave me an emergency number. I called it and he, Gary, answered and he is on his way here to Stillwater and it was his wife. Wow, I am so glad my wife saw her. She (the lady) told us that no one was stopping for her."&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt; cars drive by without even slowing down.  This is a woman, at night, on foot!  Is there no concern? She's also lucky no one hit her.  She was on a two-lane, very dark highway.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, about the same time we found her, Gary was reporting her missing. And about the same time we were all headed into Stillwater, he was being called by his local police about her whereabouts.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just got off the phone with a sergeant from Waxahachie. They found her car not far from where we found her, but didn't tell me if they had found the man who took her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home (we had to go back home, because this morning we have to make a statement at the sheriff's office), I said to hubby 'okay, I'm going to be my weird self' and he picked up where I was going and said, &lt;br /&gt;"we &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to leave late."&lt;br /&gt;We were running sooo late.  And we had been arguing about it, even.  And I was driving.  I never drive at night.  And we went the back way (hubby doesn't go that way).  I guess just everything was put into motion for us to find that lady.  For all we know, that guy had chased after her and lost where the car was and was, himself, also roaming around that area (weilding a gun) and looking for her.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, GOD, that he didn't stumble upon us while we were waiting with her (before the police got there)!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta get ready for the police statement.  God bless everybody and take care of yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-115564675254888903?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/115564675254888903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=115564675254888903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115564675254888903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115564675254888903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-never-going-to-believe-this.html' title='You are NEVER going to believe this!!!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-115544176238661437</id><published>2006-08-12T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:02:42.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"just a kid"</title><content type='html'>My sister gave my son this "toy" that teaches you math.  He's in the back seat of the car and turns it on.  &lt;br /&gt;It says, "are you ready to become a math expert!?"  &lt;br /&gt;My son yells at the thing, "I don't want to be a math expert!  I just want to be a kid!!"  &lt;br /&gt;I just busted out laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-115544176238661437?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/115544176238661437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=115544176238661437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115544176238661437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115544176238661437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-kid.html' title='&quot;just a kid&quot;'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-115533663140431305</id><published>2006-08-11T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:50:31.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things from the Past, Episode II</title><content type='html'>If you will go to &lt;a href="http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/05/weird-things-from-past.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and read the 2nd and 3rd posts, it is happening again!  People are finding me and contacting me.  I think it is cool, actually.  But yet, still weird.  I am always reminiscing in my mind about events and people and what-not.  And that always causes me to wonder if they remember me like I remember them?  And do they think about the kinds of things I think about, if they do remember me?  And are the thoughts happy, sad, angry, or what?  You know?  &lt;br /&gt;The person who found me that I mentioned in my previous post remembered something that I didn't even remember.  And I guess I caused him to have a love for redheads for the rest of his life.  I find that so flattering, yet kind of sad.  Sad, because I never even knew he liked me.  Granted, it was in 3rd (?) grade, but still.  How many people did you have crushes on and they never knew?  How many had crushes on you?  You may never know.  And some people don't care about things like that.  But I am one who does.  It's nice to know that people like you, even if you don't find out for 20 years.  When you do find out, it makes your heart kind of dance.  They like me, they like me.  It makes you smile.  &lt;br /&gt;Of course, then that makes me start to think about the jerks in jr. high and high school who didn't like me.  The ones who, when I would tell them how I feel, they would literally laugh in my face and make fun of me.  Who does that?  And are they suffering now?  Did karma pay them a visit?  Sometimes I hope so, but sometimes (because of my niceness)I hope not and that they are doing fine.  (Maybe just get papercuts more often than normal, or something.)  :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait to find out who found me this time!&lt;br /&gt;And I need to update my pics, because this particular Salazar name made me want people to know I'm not so "fat" in the face anymore.  :)  ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Although, that will change soon, because we are planning baby #3!!  Yea!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-115533663140431305?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/115533663140431305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=115533663140431305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115533663140431305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115533663140431305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-things-from-past-episode-ii.html' title='Weird Things from the Past, Episode II'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-115519847267954467</id><published>2006-08-10T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:27:52.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully written, but pissing me off . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoolmagazine.com/How_To_Homeschool/articles/articles.php?aid=62"&gt;This was sent to me by a fellow homeschooler.&lt;/a&gt;  It prompted me to respond with the following:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my God!  If you could see me now . . .&lt;br /&gt;tears running all the way down my chest. (really, they are)  My grandmother always said she never saw anyone whose tears traveled like mine do.  This was the saddest thing I have ever read at almost 3 in the morning.  The whole time, I was saying to the lady, "just quit what you're doing and be with your kids."  Seriously, that was what I was saying.  She was pissing me off.  I know a few people who really need to read this.  Just yesterday, I created a new "schedule" in hopes of doing more with the kids.  Yes, cleaning is on there, but not much.  I actually made a two week schedule to get the house in order.  I was supposed to start today, but I just didn't get to it.  :)  The kids wanted to finger paint!  And we had to do it outside!  And they had to change their clothes a kagillion times (because Parker is many, many different superheros . . .)  And then Dora came on.  And we had to go get something to eat and take it to eat with daddy at work.  And later, "So You Think You Can Dance" was on and while I watched, Lydia danced along and went back and forth between rooms, playing.  Parker did the same.  But many of my days are like this.  Messy house, dishes piled up, toys strewn all OVER the house!  But I really don't care.  The main reason I care, is when the in-laws are coming over.  Because they make comments to each other and then I hear about it later.  But I will NEVER miss visiting my kids because I chose to clean my house, like my mother-in-law has.  Or spend time tidying up the kitchen, which is already basically spotless, while my guests are in the other room chatting and wondering what I am doing (like said mil).  Why do you think I have chosen to homeschool?  Because, unlike some women, who say they can't wait for school to start so they will have time for themselves, I want to be around my kids as much as possible.  I just hope they will continue to feel the same way about me. &lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you use this to realize what is most important in your life.  Realize it now before it is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-115519847267954467?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/115519847267954467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=115519847267954467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115519847267954467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/115519847267954467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautifully-written-but-pissing-me-off.html' title='Beautifully written, but pissing me off . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-114913311257336030</id><published>2006-05-31T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:38:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird things from the past</title><content type='html'>So I get this random e-mail on &lt;a href="http://www.modceramics.com"&gt;my business site&lt;/a&gt; from someone I guess I knew in elementary school!  The e-mail asks if it's "me", from "town", from "elementary school".  Too weird.  I STILL don't know who this person is.  I responded, but haven't gotten an answer back yet.  Maybe it's a secret admirer from my past who has decided to stalk me!  That'd liven up the life a little, huh?  Not that my life lacks action and excitement.  It would just be a different kind of excitement.  Well, talk to you later in another 3 months!  Ha ha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-114913311257336030?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/114913311257336030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=114913311257336030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114913311257336030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114913311257336030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/05/weird-things-from-past.html' title='weird things from the past'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-114075780540524572</id><published>2006-02-23T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:10:05.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff</title><content type='html'>weird.  this is my birthstone.  isn't it?  March is this gem, right?  and I think the definition fits me, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemstone is Aquamarine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/aquamarine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive, tranquil, and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You inspire others to have faith in themselves.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&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/9891047-114075780540524572?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/114075780540524572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=114075780540524572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114075780540524572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114075780540524572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-stuff.html' title='fun stuff'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-114075717135110282</id><published>2006-02-23T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:59:31.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these things</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://sherrypg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much got it spot-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.&lt;br /&gt;You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.&lt;br /&gt;Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your ability to gain respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Caring too much what others think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Orange-red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Letter X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/9891047-114075717135110282?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/114075717135110282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=114075717135110282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114075717135110282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114075717135110282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-these-things.html' title='I love these things'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-114019274799158481</id><published>2006-02-17T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:12:28.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I disappeared!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Long time no see!  I have been sooooo busy lately!  As usual, I have too much on my plate.  I started homeschooling Parker and he actually comes to me and says, "Can I do homeschooling now?"  So cool!  I'm taking it slow and relaxing in the beginning, so he doesn't feel forced to do anything.  He IS still a little young.  I want him to WANT to learn!  And so far, it is working.  He is so proud of himself right now, because he can read the word "STOP".  He knows how to sound it out, but he forgets what the "T" is called.  He always says, "what's that second letter?"  &lt;br /&gt;We have a bunch of computer games for learning, but most are too old for him still.  He wants to play them and then has to have me do it all.  When I try to get him to play the younger games, he says, "but those don't teach me anything.  I'm not learning."  I explained that those younger games still teach him by working his &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; part of his brain.  So now, he will pick out one of those games and say, "I want to teach my brain."  So funny.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am doing a million other things right now, too.  So I will try to post again soon, but don't hold it against me if I don't!  &lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-114019274799158481?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/114019274799158481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=114019274799158481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114019274799158481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/114019274799158481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-disappeared.html' title='I disappeared!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113721501298271362</id><published>2006-01-13T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:03:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleepover</title><content type='html'>My brother and &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;sis-in-law &lt;/a&gt;had to go out of town friday night and won't be back until Sunday morning.  Two of the three cousins are here, sleeping over.  It's the first one.  So far, it's been good.  The older cousin (4 yrs) tries to throw a fit when things don't go his way.  He's tired, so he's being passive-aggressive.  Right now they are fighing over the covers.  oh well.  It's somewhat quiet fighting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get more sleep tonight than last.  I've been kinda lethargic all day and I need my energy tomorrow, because they will be here ALL DAY.  Not that I don't want them to be.  I was just really tired to start with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was so tired is I had my first game night last night.  Four ladies plus myself.  They each brought two kids, and one brought three.  Well, there's also a one month old, but he doesn't count.  He was attached to his mommy the whole time.  So, that was a total of 11 kids!  But it really didn't seem like that many.  It was fun.  We'll start doing it on a regular basis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the sleepover.  The younger cousin just came over and said, "Give me more milk!"  And yes, it was very demanding.  I said, "excuse me?  what do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;Her:  "more!"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "no.  what do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;her:  "more!" *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;me:  "no.  what do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;her:  "more!"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "you say Please."&lt;br /&gt;her:  "pwease!!"  still demanding&lt;br /&gt;The girl's crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the older cousin is asleep.  Here are a couple pics.  The first is from before dinner and the other is from when we first got the pallet leaid down.  Wish me luck on tomorrow.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/sleepover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/sleepover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/sleepover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/sleepover2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113721501298271362?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113721501298271362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113721501298271362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113721501298271362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113721501298271362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepover.html' title='The Sleepover'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113591812174663062</id><published>2005-12-29T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:48:41.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Final Countdown!</title><content type='html'>No, not to the new year.  Although that is true, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially declared Mon, January 9, 2006 as our Official Beginning of Homeschooling!!  Dat-ta-dah!  That is also "Coming of Age Day" in Japan, if that means anything.  Anyway, that gives me time to put away all the Christmas decorations after the 1st, straighten up and prepare the area I plan to use for our "schooling" and continue to prepare Parker for what is to come.  He seems very excited about it whenever I talk about it.  He wants to learn so much stuff!  "what letter is that?"  "how does it sound?"  "can I help you cook?"  "how does a fossil get made?" "why does food get 'bad'?"  "are there kids in the cemetary, too?"  "why do things die?"  "how do I write my name?"  "why do girls have boobies?"  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, he asked ALL of these questions and many more.  And we are about to embark on something brand new to both of us.  Something that will unlock a plethora of new questions.  Something that may, at times, cause me to ask myself "why?" as well.  I will just have to keep these thoughts in my mind when that happens:&lt;br /&gt;~We don't have to get up earlier than I feel like to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;~We don't even have to get dressed if we don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;~We can go on vacation in October if want.&lt;br /&gt;~Field trips can happen a lot more often.&lt;br /&gt;~My kids will be getting constant, one-on-one interaction with their teacher--me!&lt;br /&gt;~If there is a trouble spot, no one "waits" while the trouble spot is figured out.&lt;br /&gt;~If there is a "that's easy!" idea, that child can move on without having to "wait".&lt;br /&gt;~LOTS of hands-on activities which help solidify the idea(s).&lt;br /&gt;~More playtime, fun time; less "stay seated, no talking".  You know, the whole notion that homeschoolers lack in social skills is so ludicrous!  When do kids get to socialize in public school?  Did you know some schools don't even allow talking at lunch time?!  Absolutely absurd!  &lt;br /&gt;~Many, many other benefits to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish I could "convert" everyone, but I know that will never happen.  And I don't think poorly of those who don't homeschool.  It's not for everyone.  But it IS for me.  So, please don't think poorly of me.  Try to be open minded and trust that I am doing what I feel is right for my children and myself.  Also, please know that my mother has a Master's degree in education and has taught most grades from 1st to 12th.  She wholeheartedly supports my decision to homeschool and wishes she had done the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I'm off my soapbox (for now), please know that I am excited and anxious as I prepare for this new journey in my family's life.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later,&lt;br /&gt;Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113591812174663062?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113591812174663062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113591812174663062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113591812174663062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113591812174663062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-final-countdown_29.html' title='It&apos;s The Final Countdown!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113583450415984916</id><published>2005-12-28T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:54:32.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 for Dec. 29, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c3a8ce"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #c3a8ce;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;Party Pascha&lt;/strong&gt; got for Christmas&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First and foremost, a Gamecube.  It's the only thing I asked for from Hubby, so I got it a few days early when he made me go with him to get it.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;2.  My brother &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;sis-in-law &lt;/a&gt;got me a card game called Quiddler.  It's cool.  You build words from lettered cards.  There's even a solitaire version, so I can play when no one else wants to.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My parents got me a hanging pot rack.  Something I desperately need.  The house truly lacks storage space!&lt;br /&gt;4.  My sister got us a gift card to Rib Crib and put more $$ on it than I would have expected!  Thanks, Sam!  Tuesday night, all you can eat ribs, here we come!!  :P&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother-in-law got me a griddle to put over the burners on the stove.  Finally, I can cook pancakes for everyone--at the same time!  or eggs AND bacon (or sausage or BOTH) at the SAME time!  Awesome.  :)&lt;br /&gt;6.  She also got me the game:  Name that Tune, 80's edition.  Totally sweet!  We already played it once.&lt;br /&gt;7.  My parents got me a nice wind chime.  It's 5 feet long!  With the wind we have here, I'm concerned for our safety if we hang it outside.  :)  &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; got one, too.  She already hung hers.  I guess safety is no concern of hers.  :P &lt;br /&gt;8.  My other sis-in-law (hubby's sis) got me a nice orange purse.  Orange because we are BIG OSU fans.  (that's Oklahoma State University for those who don't know which OSU I'm referring to)&lt;br /&gt;9.  My grandmother got us a "Smoothee-Bar".  Well, that's what it says on the box.  It's a smoothie blender thing.&lt;br /&gt;10.  My littlest sister made me some soap and some hairclips.  Very cute.  I like them very much.&lt;br /&gt;11.  My parents gave me some new sheets for our bed.  &lt;br /&gt;12.  And I got a nice "going out" outfit from mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Various other "little" gifts like trivets and pistacios in jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do this post to brag about what I got, I just received very close to 13 gifts and thought that would be a good TT.  I hope you understand.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate was a good one.  And may you have a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://sleepingmommy.com/?p=100"&gt;Sleeping Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.venusspeaks.com/ivytiedup/blogs/"&gt;Ivy Tied Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://squashedtoad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Squashed Toad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://straddlingtheline.blogspot.com/"&gt;"D"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://www.greekgoddessjen.com/"&gt;Greek Goddess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://whiskeytalking.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-thirteen-sort-of-resolutions.html"&gt;uisce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://myportal.blogdrive.com/"&gt;jk :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;a href="http://yellowrosesgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yellow Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;a href="http://gotnik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Agog and Aghast&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;a href="http://jbyrdsgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/thirteen-things-about-mrs_29.html"&gt;mrs. fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Leave your link in comments so I can add you here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113583450415984916?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113583450415984916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113583450415984916' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113583450415984916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113583450415984916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-13-for-dec-29-2006.html' title='Thursday 13 for Dec. 29, 2006'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113459339419246790</id><published>2005-12-14T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:22:48.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>I put this together late last night, but it wouldn't let me change the date like I usually do.  Weird.  Also, if you can't read it, try highlighting the post.  I didn't have time to try to change the color of the words.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cbdeb1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenmistletoe.jpg"/&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #cbdeb1;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Party Pascha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  This may sound totally gross to some of you, but I love marshmallow creme on crackers.  I'm one of those sweet &amp; salty people.  And that little unhealthy snack totally hits the spot sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't have a stocking for my daughter.  She's 15 months (so she was here last year for Christmas) and I still don't have one for her.  I made the three we have for us and my son.  I would like for them to match, but I don't have the fabric anymore.  Would it be so bad if I waited until next year to update the stockings?  I just don't have time right now.&lt;br /&gt;3.  All this time (since before Thanksgiving) Parker has been asking for 2 main items for Santa to bring him.  Yesterday he sees something on t.v. and says he wants that now.  "Well Santa has already picked out what he's going to bring you.  You can't change it now.  Maybe I can get it for you for your birthday later."&lt;br /&gt;Him:  "But I really want it for Christmas.  I don't need the other thing."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think he's gonna bring it."&lt;br /&gt;(ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Inlaws are annoying.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I plan on homeschooling.  My mom, dad, and littlest sister support me.  The rest of them and the inlaws, too roll their eyes whenever it comes up and act like my kids are gonna be a bunch of social rejects who don't know a damn thing.  First of all, why even say anything?  Haven't you ever heard of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."?  And secondly, how can people be so ignorant?  Homeschoolers are on the rise and so are their successes.  On average, homeschoolers score higher on tests than their "regular" school peers.  They tend to be learning at least 2 grade levels above their peers.  And they don't miss out on anything.  They actually have more opportunities for activities than "regular" school.  (At least they do where I live.)  Anyway, I'm just really getting sick of the negativity by others.  I'm a smart person.  I'm not an idiot.  I'm not going to hinder my children's education.  I'm trying to make it better.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love Christmas!  I love the lights and the music.  We got a real tree this year.  I picked the kind with the really soft needles.  I think it's called a white pine.  BUT!  I didn't realize not only are the needles soft, but so are the branches.  We had to cut back and limit the number of ornaments we hung this year, because they pull on the branches too much.  It's nice and simply decorated and I have to say I like it.  It's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I don't like to wear shoes.  Even in winter.  In the summer I even drive without shoes.  I LOVE being barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;8.  I don't care much for coats either.  They're just too bulky.  And I always need to take it off once I'm inside the car or building.  So why even put it on?&lt;br /&gt;9.  I don't shave my legs from fall to spring.  And my husband doesn't mind, because the longer I go without shaving, the softer the hair.  So it's not gross or annoying to him.  Plus, it's blonde/reddish so you can't see it THAT clearly.  :)&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am a big time procrastinator!  It's hard to break the habit, too.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I have a hard time making rules for my kids that I don't agree with.  Just because other parents have those rules doesn't mean I have to.  But they sometimes look at me like I'm from another planet.  I just don't believe in certain rules.  That's my perogative.  Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;12.  My &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;sister-in-law &lt;/a&gt;says I'm too nice to people.  I don't understand this.  When I'm being "too nice" it's usually because I'm thinking of the 'do unto others' rule and I'd want someone to do the same for me.  What's wrong with that?  &lt;br /&gt;13.  I love kitchen gadgets.  My new "want" is &lt;a href="http://www.infomercialcentral.com/store/customer/product.php?productid=77"&gt;The Magic Bullet&lt;/a&gt;.  It's pretty cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   &lt;a href="http://jenanddavin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen's Horde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://running2ks.blogsome.com/"&gt;Running 2ks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://happyfamilyathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy at Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://www.danno.org/blogs/pivot/entry.php?id=165#body"&gt;Musings from the Edge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://sleepingmommy.com/?p=83"&gt;Sleeping Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113459339419246790?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113459339419246790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113459339419246790' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113459339419246790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113459339419246790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113445660077735561</id><published>2005-12-13T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:25:07.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Classic Movie are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113445660077735561?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113445660077735561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113445660077735561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113445660077735561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113445660077735561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-classic-movie-are-you.html' title='What Classic Movie are you?'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113445622193589126</id><published>2005-12-13T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:44:42.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;Sleeping Mommy &lt;/a&gt;and Snoring Daddy are gonna be jealous, I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scarily true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113445622193589126?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113445622193589126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113445622193589126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113445622193589126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113445622193589126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/interesting-quiz.html' title='Interesting Quiz'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113409740984817965</id><published>2005-12-08T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:03:29.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This house rocks!</title><content type='html'>I totally want to do this to my house!  I got this from &lt;a href="http://plsa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crazy Momma &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/transam57/lights.wmv"&gt;Rockin' Lights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113409740984817965?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113409740984817965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113409740984817965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113409740984817965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113409740984817965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-house-rocks.html' title='This house rocks!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113409386541141062</id><published>2005-12-08T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:04:25.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alittlejoyfortoday.blogspot.com"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; has posted about this twice now and I'm just now seeing it.  Too dang cool!  This guy is trading UP from a red paper clip until he gets a house!  Read all about it &lt;a href="http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113409386541141062?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113409386541141062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113409386541141062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113409386541141062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113409386541141062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-so-cool.html' title='This is so cool!!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113349845177955091</id><published>2005-12-01T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:40:51.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence kid</title><content type='html'>In his new found quest for independence (he's finally figured out the pooping in the potty this week!), Parker attempted to cook his own food in the microwave.  This morning, he went downstairs, got into the fridge for a piece of "be-yony" (bologna) and a hotdog, wrapped the hotdog with the "be-yony" and put it in the microwave.  He then (as he later told us) pushed "all the buttons" and came upstairs.  I was asleep during all of this and was awakened to the smell of charred something.  As I was going downstairs, Parker says to me, "The be-yony is gross.  It's scary."  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Did you try to cook some bologna?"  &lt;br /&gt;Parker:  "yeah.  It's scary now.  It's all black"&lt;br /&gt;So I get to the microwave.  It is totally charred.  We are so lucky it didn't catch fire or something.  WHAT are we going to do with him?!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the brown on the paper towel was already there, not from this instance.  The item on the left is the hotdog.  The be-yony unrolled to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/charred%20be%20yony%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/charred%20be%20yony%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113349845177955091?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113349845177955091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113349845177955091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113349845177955091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113349845177955091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/12/independence-kid.html' title='Independence kid'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113279247700458324</id><published>2005-11-24T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:35:51.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#dea750"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenfall.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #dea750;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things on &lt;strong&gt;Party Pascha's&lt;/strong&gt; mind&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;2. The shop is FINALLY all moved!  &lt;br /&gt;3. We need a new Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to put up the tree tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5. I put Lydia's hair up in a "Pebble's" pony tail today.  Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;6. dirt keeps getting into our water pipe.  I don't know how, but it is totally gross!&lt;br /&gt;7. After realizing I had an extra $200 in the bank, I now know I CAN save money!  Yea me!&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a lot of cleaning to do at the house, now.  All the "extra" stuff from the shop is now at the house!  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;9. Last Saturday, we went out with hubby's sister for her birthday.  I got all dressed up b/c we were going dancing.  In the car, Parker (3 1/2 years old) says to me, "Momma, you got a holla back boody"  I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;10. What do I do with all the toys that I want to keep but still make room for the new ones?&lt;br /&gt;11. I can stay home all day if I want to, now that the shop is delivery!  woo hoo!  Pajamas all day long, baby!&lt;br /&gt;12. The shop's new website is  &lt;a href="http://www.modceramics.com"&gt;www.modceramics.com&lt;/a&gt;  visit and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;13. Isn't weird how genetics work?  I mean cousins acting exactly alike!  So weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   &lt;a href="http://myown2feet30.blogspot.com/"&gt;All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com/"&gt;Sleeping Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113279247700458324?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113279247700458324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113279247700458324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113279247700458324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113279247700458324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/thirteen-things-on-party-paschas-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113152508631708335</id><published>2005-11-17T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:40:03.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#e88caa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #e88caa;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Party Pascha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate moving and packing and moving.  ugh!  But it's all almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I used to feel like I had to go "do" stuff away from the house, but now that I won't have to "go" anywhere most of the time, I feel like I can finally enjoy my kids.  At home.  How relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have never been much of a housekeeper.  (Well, that's not true.  I cleaned constantly when I was in jr. high and high school.  But I kept up with it, so it was easy, mostly.)  But lately, I have been trying to keep up with stuff, so it doesn't get so out of hand again, and Chris said to me:  "why are you doing so much wifey stuff?"  I guess it freaked him out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wish I had more traffic to my site like &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;my sis-in-law  &lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe if I stay on top of posting . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate trying to figure out what to get my in-laws for Christmas.  Not you, Ammie.  Them.  I think Chris should have to do his own family.  But I do all the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Does my son smoke crack when I am not looking?  He comes up with some of the most off the wall stuff sometimes.  And then of course I forget what was actually said, so I can't even share.  But it made no sense, but was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  We watched &lt;em&gt;The Ring Two&lt;/em&gt; the other day.  Man, those movies are messed up!  But I do like freaky movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I had my first delivery last week.  It was for a birthday party.  This first delivery kicked off the new "format" of the business officially.  It's exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Why 13?  Is it supposed to signify something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Is anybody else tired of all the abbreviations used on the computer or is it just me?  And if others are tired of it, why do they continue to follow like a herd of cattle?  I think it's just laziness.  Sorry to offend anyone who does it, but damn! half the time I have NO IDEA What the hell you are saying!  It's really annoying.  Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Dishes are a lot easier to do when they aren't piled to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Why was it in the mid 80's in NOVEMBER?!!  What was going on with the weather?  It's almost Thanksgiving, Miss Mother Nature!  Were you taking a vacation or something?  Geesh!  Of course, now . . . it's freezing and my heater broke.  At least it's the downstairs one and we can just stay upstairs mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Ah, lucky 13.  I think I have a gas problem.  I burp like all the time.  It's crazy, but Parker thinks it's funny.  Ah, the humor of a 3 yr. old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://sleepingmommy.com/?p=57 "&gt;sleeping mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://jenanddavin.blogspot.com/ "&gt;jen's horde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.myprairierose.com/CarolynsComments/?p=344 "&gt;My Prairie Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursday-thirteen/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113152508631708335?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113152508631708335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113152508631708335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113152508631708335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113152508631708335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/thirteen-things.html' title='Thirteen Things'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113211645225747889</id><published>2005-11-15T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:47:32.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Around</title><content type='html'>I have always loved games.  Puzzles, mind games, strategy, and just silly games.  We already own an original Playstation, a Playstation 2, and an XBOX.  But the kind of games I absolutely LOVE to play aren't available on any of these systems.  So, after about oh, 2 seconds of thinking what I want my husband to get me for Christmas, I said a Game Cube.  It's the cheapest of all the systems, but in my personal opinion, it has the BEST games!  The kiddy type character games that a 10 yr old can get through in a day.  But for me, it takes a while, but I love every minute of it.  I've heard they coming out with a new Game Cube, called &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/revolution"&gt;Game Cube Revolution&lt;/a&gt;.  It's supposed to be pretty dang awesome.  But it won't be out until Spring.  I've wanted a Game Cube for over 2 years now.  I just don't want to wait any longer.  Besides, the new one will be in the price range of those other ones and I don't want to spend that much.  I'll get the &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/revolution"&gt;Revolution&lt;/a&gt; later down the line when the price comes down, like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;As far as other games I would like, just visit my wishlist over there on the right side.  It's ridiculous how many games are out there!  90% of the items on my wishlist are games.  Crazy, but that's what I like.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you like?  What's on your wishlist?  What have you wanted for a while and never gotten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113211645225747889?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113211645225747889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113211645225747889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113211645225747889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113211645225747889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/playing-around.html' title='Playing Around'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113172627543800011</id><published>2005-11-11T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:24:35.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy</title><content type='html'>I was planning on doing the Thursday 13, but I got too busy with the moving of the shop and totally forgot!  It really makes me mad, too.  Because I really wanted to do it.  I guess I'll just do it next Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113172627543800011?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113172627543800011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113172627543800011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113172627543800011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113172627543800011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-busy.html' title='too busy'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113151686847039318</id><published>2005-11-09T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:14:28.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Totally Forgot!</title><content type='html'>I had planned on posting Halloween pics and have been so busy I forgot!  So here they are:  Parker is Darth Vader and Lydia is a funky witch (Parker kept saying she was a CHUNKY witch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Parker%20as%20Darth%20Vader%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Parker%20as%20Darth%20Vader%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Lydia%20is%20a%20witch%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Lydia%20is%20a%20witch%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here are some pumpkins Chris did.  Yes, I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Spongebob%20pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Spongebob%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Denver%20Broncos%20pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Denver%20Broncos%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Darth%20Vader%20pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Darth%20Vader%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113151686847039318?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113151686847039318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113151686847039318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113151686847039318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113151686847039318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-totally-forgot.html' title='I Totally Forgot!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-113151562489701670</id><published>2005-11-08T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:53:44.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.com"&gt;Sleeping Mommy &lt;/a&gt;has talked about it, and it is getting closer . . .&lt;br /&gt;The business is escaping it's prison-like coccoon &amp; will become the free butterfly it has longed to be.  Okay, the building is out of the picture and it will now be a delivery service.  And today, the phone was ringing off the hook!  Just from word of mouth!  Totally cool!  Oh, and I can't wait to see the website &lt;a href="http://www.digitallyessential.com"&gt;Jenny, at Digitally Essential&lt;/a&gt; is creating for us!  It will have the logo I created, but with more funky retro additions.  At least that's what I am hoping for . . .  :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep lately because I just keep thinking about ways to advertise, etc.  And now that about $1000 of overhead per month has been eliminated, we might finally get to make a profit!!  (fingers crossed &amp; whisper a prayer)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I be going for now.  Once the move is done, I'll have more time for blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-113151562489701670?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/113151562489701670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=113151562489701670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113151562489701670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/113151562489701670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112987176946003423</id><published>2005-10-20T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:16:09.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Walks!</title><content type='html'>Finally!  She is walking on a regular basis all over the place!  I am so happy she finally figured it out.  She actually tries to walk before crawling, unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be running after Parker in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112987176946003423?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112987176946003423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112987176946003423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112987176946003423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112987176946003423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-walks.html' title='She Walks!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112970662872321046</id><published>2005-10-19T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T02:23:48.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why does everything work backward on me?  Codeine makes me hyper, alcohol makes me sleepy (I know, it's a depressant, but everyone else acts all crazy when they drink, I just want to go to sleep).  And speaking of sleep, why is it when I am depressed, I CAN'T sleep?!!  I just lie in bed, thoughts racing, wanting so much just to rest, but I can't.  So, that is why I am here, in front of the computer, at 2:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;My business is failing, and failing badly.  And it is dragging my family down into the deep deep hole that it has dug.  I can't let it happen.  My family and our happiness deserves to be number one.  Not some idiot, half-cocked, stupid, stupid idea that I thought was going to work!!  Nothing ever works right with me.  Not like it's supposed to anyway.  It's always backward.  I once had a watch that went backward when I wore it.  It worked fine when I took it off.  That was the year I was convinced I was a witch.  I was in 3rd grade.  I talked to a cat that wasn't really there.  My dad bought me a little kid broom.  It was red and had real straw for the bristles.  I kept it in the corner behind my door.  &lt;br /&gt;I CAN see some things happen before they really do.  I dreamt about my son before he was even conceived.  I knew exactly what he would look like at the age he is now.  I knew my sister was going to be a girl, when my parents were convinced she was a boy; so much so, that she was nameless for at least a day because they didn't have a girl's name picked out.  What her "boy" middle name was supposed to be is what I named my son.  Maybe that is why they have such a bond . . .?&lt;br /&gt;I knew the exact moment my parents and siblings were nearly knocked off the side of a mountain many years ago.  It was a scary feeling:  knowing something terrible is wrong, but you just don't know what.  Until a few hours later, when the police call to tell you they've been in an accident, but are okay.  I asked the time of when it happened.  He confirmed my "feeling" to the minute.&lt;br /&gt;So.  If I can know these kinds of things.  Why can't I know when I should not pursue something?  Why can't I know whether it will be good or bad?  I just want to be happy.  I can't be happy if I am constantly getting shit on.  And I can't be happy if I don't know what it is I am supposed to do.  My husband is very unhappy.  So much so, that he won't talk to me sometimes.  It breaks my heart that I have done this to him.  It's all my fault.  And I am so sorry.  I just don't know for sure how to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112970662872321046?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112970662872321046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112970662872321046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112970662872321046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112970662872321046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112934062964256687</id><published>2005-10-14T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:43:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't keep that up!"</title><content type='html'>Parker, the 3 1/2 year old I call my son, and I were outside and he was begging and begging me to go for a walk up the street to the store to get laffy taffys (his candy of choice since BIRTH!)  Well, Lydia was asleep and I had just ordered a pizza, so I kept telling him we couldn't go yet.  He persisted.  Finally, I said, "You keep that up and we won't go at all!"  He pointed to the street light pole he was standing next to and quizzically said, "Keep &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; up?"&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, I was in the bathroom, picking up stuff off the floor.  Parker came walking in and said, "I gotta go potty.  Move your big ol' butt."&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112934062964256687?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112934062964256687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112934062964256687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112934062964256687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112934062964256687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-keep-that-up.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t keep that up!&quot;'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112926106027352404</id><published>2005-10-13T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:37:40.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Secret . . .</title><content type='html'>As promised:&lt;br /&gt;Here's part 2 of the report, "7&lt;br /&gt;Secrets for a Stronger Marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.YourMarriageFitness.com/cmd.php?af=315227"&gt;"7 Secrets for a Stronger Marriage."&lt;br /&gt;By Mort Fertel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET 2: TALK &amp; TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear the Paul Simon song, "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"?  It's a humorous song about a not-so-funny subject (the break-up of Simon's marriage). I don't want you to hop on a bus or drop off your keys, but the song does make a good&lt;br /&gt;point about how to succeed in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the song's ultimate point is that once you make up your mind to do something, action is sure to follow. Whether you decide to leave or love, it's the decision that's most important. Once the decision is in your head, there are 50 ways you&lt;br /&gt;could do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to improve your marriage, right? Good...you know WHAT you want. The only question left is HOW. HOW will you improve your marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear about one thing first. It has to be an ACTION. Contrary to popular opinion, love is NOT a feeling. It's a verb--the result of ACTIONS YOU CHOOSE every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but what action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next 24 hours, I want you to try a Talk Charge and a Touch Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Talk Charge is a 60 second positive, LOVING, verbal interaction with your spouse about a NON LOGISTICAL matter. It's a fun or frivolous chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Touch Charge is similar, but it uses touch instead of talk. A Touch Charge is a LOVING physical gesture with your spouse. It's not foreplay or an advance for love making; it's just a warm touch for the sake of connecting in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy (not her real name) is a client for whom I did marriage coaching. In one of our sessions, I noticed that Cindy was resistant to incorporating Touch Charges and Talk Charges into her relationship with her husband. She kept trying to change the subject. She said she wanted to discuss "bigger" matters. I couldn't imagine why she was so hesitant to do these 2 SIMPLE acts of love. Finally, I challenged Cindy and said, "Cindy, what's the problem. This is marriage renewal 101."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Cindy told me why she didn't want to talk about Touch Charges and Talk Charges. "My marriage is horrible." Cindy said. "I need a BIG solution. I just don't think talking and touching is going to make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy expressed a common thought, but she couldn't be more WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't succeed in marriage because of one Herculean event. There's no gift you can give, favor you can do, or letter you can write. When your marriage is on the rocks, it's common to want to "microwave" it better. But you can't. There's no quick fix. It took you years to get into this mess; it's going to take time for you to get out of it. And what's the way out? Listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful spouses do SMALL THINGS in great ways for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want REAL change and LASTING love in your marriage? Then establish the RIGHT HABITS and do them CONSISTENTLY. Talk and touch everyday, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guaranteed Cindy that if she would talk and touch REGULARLY, she would see a dramatic difference in her marriage. I promised Cindy that if I was wrong, I would personally fly to Nashville and give an entire day of marriage coaching to Cindy and her husband for free (worth $2500). Cindy agreed to try. I've still never been to Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og Mandino says, "Take great comfort in knowing that ALL great feats are accomplished one small step at a time." TAKE THE SMALL STEPS! They make a BIG difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you don't feel like talking and touching? What if you haven't talked in days? What if you haven't touched in weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is--DO IT ANYWAY. I know it'll be hard, but do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to change how you feel is to change what you do. If you wait until you feel like doing it, you'll be stuck forever. Just do it (more on this topic in secret 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were out of shape and the doctor told you to exercise 30 minutes each day, you wouldn't feel like doing that either. Success takes DISCIPLINE. What's discipline? Discipline is doing what you know you should do when you don't want to do it. That's worth saying again. Discipline is doing what you know you should do when you don't want to do it. Muster up some discipline and start talking and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you used to just talk? Not about who's going to pick up the kids, make the dinner, or pay the bill...I mean just talk for the sake of talking. If you're like most couples, you need to start talking again. Tell your spouse about your dreams. Share your fears. Tell a joke. Talk about the interesting person you met today or the experience you had jogging in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before you part for the day, share something with your spouse. In the middle of day, call your spouse for a Talk Charge. You don't have to be all sweetsie if you don't want to. But make sure you don't discuss anything logistical. And don't fight! Just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and/or your spouse probably feel you don't get enough attention from each other. As discussed, it could be that you need to talk more. But you also probably need to touch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACH OUT AND TOUCH YOUR SPOUSE TODAY. Make it clear that you're touching them solely to connect in that moment. Try a warm kiss or a gentle rub. Stroke their cheek or play with their feet. It only takes a moment, but the positive energy can&lt;br /&gt;carry you through an entire evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my seminars, I give coins to a volunteer TWICE. The first time I drop it into his hand. The second time I place it in his hand and graze his hand while doing so. The volunteer is not always sure why, but when I ask which time I gave him the coins was a more pleasant experience, he always says it was the second time...when I TOUCHED him. Touch creates more than just a physical connection. It makes us feel different inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you caress your spouse's hand, play with their feet, rub their shoulders, or stroke their cheek, there's a moment there (if you do it RIGHT) when your spouse knows that you are completely connected with them. Fill your marriage with a few&lt;br /&gt;of those moments each day and your relationship will begin to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to leave you hanging...wondering what you're going to say and how you're going to touch. I figure if there's 50 ways to leave your lover, there must be at least as many ways to touch them or talk to them. So here's my "50 ways" list. Don't be overwhelmed. I created 50 so you would have options. Once again, my challenge to you is to pick 2...in the next 24 hours do 1 Talk Charge and 1 Touch Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORT'S 50 WAYS TO TALK AND TOUCH LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Express confidence in one of your spouse's&lt;br /&gt;decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share dessert with one fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was "your song" when you were dating? Call&lt;br /&gt;your spouse and sing it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Surprise visit your spouse at their office or&lt;br /&gt;home and give them a kiss... and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Play footsie next time you sit together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn a new joke today and share it with your&lt;br /&gt;spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask how your spouse's day went... and really&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kiss your spouse upon waking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kiss your spouse before sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Caress your spouse's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Touch your spouse's cheek or hand while&lt;br /&gt;driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rub shoulders next time you sit next to each&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sit on your spouse's lap or sit them on yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Compliment something your spouse is wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Call your spouse out of the blue to let them&lt;br /&gt;know you are thinking of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Give your spouse a neck or shoulder massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Share a story from the news or your day that&lt;br /&gt;you thought was interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What about dancing before dinner? No one's&lt;br /&gt;looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell your spouse that if you had to do it all&lt;br /&gt;over again, you'd choose them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Share a problem - thank your spouse for their&lt;br /&gt;concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Play with your spouse's hair while talking in&lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall asleep holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Remind your spouse to drive safely next time&lt;br /&gt;they leave the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Call your spouse at work with the latest news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have a tickle "fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say "I'm sorry" about a mistake you recently&lt;br /&gt;made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Think of 3 ways your spouse has made you a&lt;br /&gt;better person--tell them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Compliment your spouse on your favorite&lt;br /&gt;physical trait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Play Twister and let yourself laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Look at your spouse when they are unaware of&lt;br /&gt;your gaze--share your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Share what you most admire about your spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have a "remember when?" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Thank your spouse for helping you through a&lt;br /&gt;challenging time in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Find a reason to touch your spouse when you&lt;br /&gt;are in the same room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dig out the wedding album and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Hold hands under the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Brush your mate's hair out of his/her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Straighten his tie, being sure to touch him&lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Button or zip her dress, being sure to touch&lt;br /&gt;her with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Knead the same dough together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Kiss in the elevator when no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Express confidence in your spouse's ability to&lt;br /&gt;overcome a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Listen to your spouse's worries - ask how you&lt;br /&gt;can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Make your spouse's lunch for the day...deliver&lt;br /&gt;it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Send your spouse a fax with your special "code&lt;br /&gt;words" for I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Turn off your spouse's alarm clock - wake them&lt;br /&gt;with a massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Kiss the back of your spouse's neck while&lt;br /&gt;he/she is reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Before parting, tell your spouse you can't&lt;br /&gt;wait to see him/her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. An extra hug for no reason at all never hurt&lt;br /&gt;anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. "Spoon" your mate while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in Part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.YourMarriageFitness.com/cmd.php?af=315227"&gt;Mort Fertel&lt;br /&gt;Author of Marriage Fitness&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Coach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112926106027352404?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112926106027352404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112926106027352404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112926106027352404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112926106027352404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/2nd-secret.html' title='2nd Secret . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112918502237576877</id><published>2005-10-13T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:32:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Cool!</title><content type='html'>These kind of "fun" things are everwhere in the blog world, but this one is the coolest!! Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.supervelma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Snozzberry lady&lt;/a&gt; for having it on yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Positronic Artificial Sabotage and Ceaseless Harm Android" src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/riona-PASCHA.png" width="240" 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/9891047-112918502237576877?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112918502237576877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112918502237576877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112918502237576877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112918502237576877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/totally-cool.html' title='Totally Cool!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112918337837189846</id><published>2005-10-13T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:16:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Fitness</title><content type='html'>As of late, it seems many couples are having their fair share of "problems". In response to my own, I recently discovered this &lt;a href="http://www.yourmarriagefitness.com/cmd.php?af=315227"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; and his most excellent view on the matter of marital "bliss". So, for the next few days, I will be posting the e-mails I have received entitled, "7 Secrets for a Stronger Marriage". Hopefully you will benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here's part 1 of the breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;report you requested, "7 Secrets for a Stronger&lt;br /&gt;Marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this report you'll discover some secrets for&lt;br /&gt;renewing your marriage. Let's get started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;"7 Secrets for a Stronger Marriage"&lt;br /&gt;By Mort Fertel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET 1: PUT YOUR PROBLEMS ASIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading a report about how to improve&lt;br /&gt;your marriage, you're probably expecting to learn&lt;br /&gt;problem-solving strategies, communication&lt;br /&gt;techniques, and insights about gender differences.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a SURPRISE for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to renewing your marriage is none of those&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this? Because I experienced it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other relationship experts who approach the&lt;br /&gt;topic from a clinical perspective, for me marriage&lt;br /&gt;renewal is very personal. I'd like to share with&lt;br /&gt;you my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I started out deeply in love. I&lt;br /&gt;remember staying up all night talking, surprising&lt;br /&gt;each other with thoughtful gifts, and speaking to&lt;br /&gt;each other in code words. You know the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;really being connected? That was us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something happened that destroys most&lt;br /&gt;marriages. We had a son who died when he was just&lt;br /&gt;one week old. And then we had twin daughters, who&lt;br /&gt;also died as newborns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably, my wife became depressed. I coped&lt;br /&gt;by immersing myself in work. We ran from each&lt;br /&gt;other emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your situation probably was not so tragic, but&lt;br /&gt;something happened. What was it? How did you lose&lt;br /&gt;each other? Maybe you can't put your finger on it,&lt;br /&gt;but things just aren't the same, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, after losing 3 children, everything felt&lt;br /&gt;different. Instead of talking all night, it was a&lt;br /&gt;chore to talk for a few minutes. Instead of using&lt;br /&gt;our code words, we used curse words. Our&lt;br /&gt;relationship consisted of screaming matches and&lt;br /&gt;silent treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep in our heart though, like you, we&lt;br /&gt;knew we didn't want to lose each other. So we made&lt;br /&gt;a commitment to work on our marriage. Sometimes I&lt;br /&gt;tried and my wife didn't. Sometimes my wife tried&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't. We went through different stages of&lt;br /&gt;"trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the obligatory, "Honey, let me repeat&lt;br /&gt;what you said to make sure I understood you&lt;br /&gt;correctly." We applied conflict resolution&lt;br /&gt;strategies. My wife learned about Mars and I&lt;br /&gt;learned about Venus. We even went to therapy to&lt;br /&gt;wrestle with our problems. But guess what. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;changed. Nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the advice we got (books, counselors, CD's,&lt;br /&gt;whatever) asked us to face our problems. But that&lt;br /&gt;just made us feel worse. And fight more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to SET ASIDE OUR PROBLEMS and try to&lt;br /&gt;CONNECT with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We used "POSITIVE relationship exercises" that&lt;br /&gt;transformed our marriage. Not only did we resolve&lt;br /&gt;our differences, we fell in love again! And we did&lt;br /&gt;it...not by dealing with our problems (as serious as&lt;br /&gt;they were)...but by establishing HEALTHY HABITS that&lt;br /&gt;brought positive energy to our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the solution to most marital situations!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, the secret is to STEP AWAY FROM&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PROBLEMS and SPEND YOUR TIME AND ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;building your relationship through POSITIVE&lt;br /&gt;ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's counter intuitive, but if you strengthen your&lt;br /&gt;relationship, most of your problems will dissipate&lt;br /&gt;and what remains of them can be more easily&lt;br /&gt;resolved in a safer, softer, and more forgiving&lt;br /&gt;marital environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascha, before you deal with your problems,&lt;br /&gt;you first have to build good will with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascha, if your marriage is stressed, do&lt;br /&gt;NOT tackle your problems. If your timing is off,&lt;br /&gt;trying to solve problems with your spouse will&lt;br /&gt;damage your marriage and make it LESS LIKELY that&lt;br /&gt;you'll ever find resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have lower-back problems, sometimes the&lt;br /&gt;solution is to do sit-ups. Strengthening one part&lt;br /&gt;of your body can heal another. Your marriage works&lt;br /&gt;in a similar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can see why Marriage Fitness is&lt;br /&gt;fundamentally different from any other approach to&lt;br /&gt;relationship success. It's not about&lt;br /&gt;conflict-resolution or communication skills&lt;br /&gt;because these are NOT the key to renewing a&lt;br /&gt;marriage. The key is NOT to fix what's wrong. The&lt;br /&gt;key is to make new things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are, in fact, specific things you can do&lt;br /&gt;(with or without your spouse) to make things right&lt;br /&gt;in your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe&lt;br /&gt;(such as gravity), there are also laws for&lt;br /&gt;relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise&lt;br /&gt;program makes you physically stronger, certain&lt;br /&gt;habits in your relationship WILL make your&lt;br /&gt;marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;If you know and apply the laws, the results are&lt;br /&gt;predictable--you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Fitness offers you a step-by-step system&lt;br /&gt;to make and maintain love in your marriage. The&lt;br /&gt;program works for any marriage even if only one&lt;br /&gt;spouse does it. And the best news is that you&lt;br /&gt;don't have to dig into your past, dredge up your&lt;br /&gt;problems, or practice communication techniques.&lt;br /&gt;This is not marriage counseling; it's Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll email you secret 2. Take care until&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mort Fertel&lt;br /&gt;Author of Marriage Fitness&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Coach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112918337837189846?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112918337837189846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112918337837189846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112918337837189846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112918337837189846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/10/marriage-fitness.html' title='Marriage Fitness'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112662267406152897</id><published>2005-09-13T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:48:16.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lydia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START OF PHOTO ECARD --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright 2003 Simak Corporation --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Modification of this code is not allowed --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- and will permanently disable your ecard! --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.photoecards.com/export.php?code=VDVNYMHSHLJBAVQVVLNPVQQEUCVZNJTI&amp;referer='+escape(window.location.href)+'&amp;'+Math.random()+'" height="402" width="522" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.photoecards.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PhotoEcards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112662267406152897?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112662267406152897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112662267406152897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112662267406152897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112662267406152897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-lydia.html' title='Happy Birthday Lydia!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112658351587543988</id><published>2005-09-12T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:51:55.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling is fun!</title><content type='html'>I am on a bowling league.  It is so fun!  I was on it two years ago, but not last year since I had just had Lydia.  I had a lot of fun tonight!  But I was so wired!  Now I know why my son gets so crazy when he is wound up about something.  It was nice to get out of the house and not be at the shop or going shopping and without the kids just once.  Yeah, I actually enjoy shopping, but this was an ACTIVITY!  I was participating in a SPORT!  I love sports.  That is one of the MANY things I look forward to with my kids:  playing sports with them.  Going to the park and throwing a ball around or playing baseball.  Or getting the basketball out and shooting a game of HORSE.  Frisbee golf is fun and of course, bowling.  How about a badly played game of tennis?  I can do that, too.  :)  I remember when I was in high school and early college, my dad and I would go play racketball.  That was fun!  And I can remember many a warm, summer day before college that I would be outside my house playing handball by myself.  Activities!  I love activities!  I just wish I bowled more often.  Some of us rotate on the schedule, but I guess I am first on the list if people need a day off.  Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;What sports or activities do you enjoy?  Please let me know if there was something I missed that you think is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, keep on dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112658351587543988?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112658351587543988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112658351587543988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112658351587543988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112658351587543988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/09/bowling-is-fun.html' title='Bowling is fun!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112555305494400550</id><published>2005-09-01T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:37:34.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane in the membrane</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I haven't been here in a while!  I guess the hubby's right:  I DO have too much to do!  We have been trying to get the house refinanced--not a fun thing to do, by the way.  The appraiser comes tomorrow morning and has to take pictures inside and out!  We have been trying so hard to get this house looking decent!  I don't think it's going to happen.  Here it is, midnight-thirty and the whole downstairs still is in a shambles.  I'm tired and I want to go to bed.  And my SON IS STILL AWAKE!!  What is wrong with him?!?!  I am this close to knocking him out!  Well, we'll see what happens in the morning.  We have too much stuff.  If you feel yourself overwhelmed as I do when you go about your house to clean, free yourself!  Get rid of the excess stuff!  You do not need it!  That's what I am doing.  You do not need twelve thousand pairs of shoes!  You do not need 40 million outfits!  You can only wear one thing at a time.  And you need at least five days worth before having a good load for laundry!  FREE YOURSELF!!  I am telling you, it will feel great when you are done!  I am so ready for that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go finish cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112555305494400550?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112555305494400550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112555305494400550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112555305494400550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112555305494400550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/09/insane-in-membrane.html' title='Insane in the membrane'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112283228831839789</id><published>2005-07-31T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:57:44.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working on the night shift . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was the last of 4 nights in a row that Chris worked graveyard. He was the only manager willing to fill in for the guy who transferred in &amp; already had vacation time requested. So from wednesday to last night he went in at 10 pm and was home at 8:30 am. Here is my Pro/Con list for working this shift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro&lt;/strong&gt;~We all ate dinner together every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con&lt;/strong&gt;~We couldn't eat lunch together, he was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro&lt;/strong&gt;~We got to play &amp; spend time together at night b/c I closed the shop early twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con&lt;/strong&gt;~If this was all the time, 3 nights/wk we wouldn't see him at all! b/c of my shops hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro&lt;/strong&gt;~Chris did a lot of cleaning once he woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con&lt;/strong&gt;~It wasn't fair to him: he did it all while I was at the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro&lt;/strong&gt;~I didn't really miss him b/c I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con&lt;/strong&gt;~In the morning, the kids &amp;amp; I had to leave so as not to wake him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, it wasn't that bad. For me. I don't know about him. But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the way it was . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112283228831839789?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112283228831839789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112283228831839789' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112283228831839789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112283228831839789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/07/working-on-night-shift.html' title='working on the night shift . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112232397345428523</id><published>2005-07-25T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:25:26.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New title banner</title><content type='html'>So, do you like my new title banner? I do. I really do. I want to figure out how to add a side bar to the left of the posts, but I am afraid I might mess stuff up if I do too much. What do you think? Well, I'm off to try to figure more stuff out. If you have any tips or ideas, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;And now I have changed the color.  I like this, too.  With the pics in the bannner, it kinda gives it an antiquey look, I think.  Do you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112232397345428523?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112232397345428523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112232397345428523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112232397345428523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112232397345428523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-title-banner.html' title='New title banner'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112204841324520850</id><published>2005-07-22T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:06:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fixing and changing</title><content type='html'>So I want to fix/change some things on the blog.  Obviously, when I post pics they push my side bar down to the bottom.  Should I just fix that or do I need to change anything else on the blog?  Yes, I do want your input.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112204841324520850?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112204841324520850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112204841324520850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112204841324520850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112204841324520850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/07/fixing-and-changing.html' title='fixing and changing'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112201086416985298</id><published>2005-07-22T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:02:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride 'em li'l cowboy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Parker%20cowboy%20pics%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Parker%20cowboy%20pics%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was in a horse show last Saturday!  It was sooo cute!  He rode around on a rather large horse and then the judge came out and talked to him.  He started pulling on his upper lip, which we have discovered is his nervous "twitch".  He and the other girl both got Blue Ribbons!  It was very cool!  He really enjoyed it!  Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/Parker%20cowboy%20pics%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/Parker%20cowboy%20pics%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/1600/cowboy%20edit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/740/320/cowboy%20edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112201086416985298?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112201086416985298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112201086416985298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112201086416985298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112201086416985298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/07/ride-em-lil-cowboy.html' title='Ride &apos;em li&apos;l cowboy!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112080106930983797</id><published>2005-07-08T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:35:12.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storming the Camp . . .</title><content type='html'>So, we went camping on Saturday and Sunday of this past 4th of July weekend. Saturday, we meet up with Chris' parents at about 7 p.m. (my shop was open until 5 and he worked until 5:30). We get there in time to have a very nice (steak) dinner that they had just got done cooking on the fire. The couple the in-laws camp with are camping fanatics! They have so much gear! It's awesome! They always make the best food when they camp. They don't mess around with hotdogs and hamburgers, people. It's steak and little bacon-wrapped mushrooms and cobbler. It truly is a feast!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the in-laws have their two tents already up so we don't have to put ours up. A very good thing for us, we later find out . . .&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, and I do mean MORNING, I wake up before the sunrise! If you know me, that is just unheard of! I got to see a beautiful sunrise. Took pics and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/4thofJuly050.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="262" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/4thofJuly051.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I needed to use the restroom. Well, I didn't know where it was and I was the ONLY one awake! So I start walking. And yes, I was camping and could have used a tree, but I really do not have very good aim and it always ends in disaster when I try that. So, I am walking and I am seriously the ONLY person awake in the entire camping area! It was truly bizarre. I found the potty and that was all good. My fellow campers finally get up about an hour or two after I do.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day goes pretty well. Parker does REALLY well. He got used to the water pretty quickly (he was acting afraid to go in it) and Lydia played in the sand and a little in the water, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="275" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/4thofJuly061.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="239" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/4thofJuly066.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the water ALL DAY!! It was awesome! I am a Pisces and I LOVE the water! I don't really like to "swim" but I like to be &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the water, if that makes any sense. Well, I kept the kids lathered up in sunscreen, but never reapplied it on myself! Duh! I got burned.&lt;br /&gt;So, we are all sitting around eating dinner and the campsite neighbors come tell us that they just heard on the radio (good thing they were listening to one) that a big storm with 65 mph winds was coming and was supposed to hit our area at about midnight. We start packing up all the loose, smaller items and tying down tarps and rainflies to the tents. Of Course we are going to still sleep in the tents, it's just a storm! We are CAMPERS! We will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap, people! Our tent was bending over onto itself from side to side!! I had fallen asleep before the storm hit and awoke to rain falling on my head and the site of the tent just blowing all over the place! I had visions of tornados and such. The storm lasted until 9 in the morning! At about 7, I had taken Parker to the car because there wasn't any more dry spots to safely sleep in except the area Lydia was taking up. About 30 minutes later, Chris comes running to car with Lydia wrapped in a blanket. The tent's poles had finally given way and snapped in half and the tent collapsed in on them! Shortly thereafter, the in-law's tent collapsed as well--it was still salvagable though. The one we had been in, got tossed. The friends with all the great camping stuff? Yeah, their tent was like a rock. It stayed up and they stayed dry once the rainfly got resecured (it had blown off in the beginning of the storm, but then stayed put after resecuring it). And the really amazing thing? The kiddos slept right through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it was long. But I tend to be long winded, but I just had to share the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay dry and keep on dancing!,&lt;br /&gt;Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112080106930983797?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112080106930983797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112080106930983797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112080106930983797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112080106930983797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/07/storming-camp.html' title='Storming the Camp . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-112019034260752453</id><published>2005-06-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:09:48.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things . . .</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the local Christian Bookstore to see if they would like to buy the &lt;a href="http://www.myaffiliateprogram.com/u/cross/t.asp?id=2951"&gt;Disciple's Cross &lt;/a&gt;necklaces that I am making. They said yes! They are going to start with 50! And see how they do. It will take me about 4 hours if I worked on them straight through to get 50 done and I will &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; $200! Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;I said in my last post that it was a good deal. You should really check it out. Fortunately, in the contract with the company, you have to agree not to compete with anyone already selling them in the same area as far as selling to stores, so now I have that store locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I finally went to the city to replenish my supplies of paint and glaze for the &lt;a href="http://www.myowndesign.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's good to know I have THAT out of the way. Anyway, while we were in the city, we went to my brother-in-law's job to pick up the $100 check they had waiting for me for over a month from a "bird dog" fee. Hubby was excited because he said since it was extra money we weren't planning on, we should "play" a little. We went to the mall and ate linner (or dunch, as I like to call it) and then went to &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot Topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to look for the Spongebob/Metallica shirt Chris had seen last year. Well, they didn't have it anymore. :( Sad faces all around. What we DID get was &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=136921"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for Parker and &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;amp;ITEM=581225"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for Lydia. How cute are those?! So, Chris is all happy now. I think he likes to shop more than I do. I KNOW he likes to shop for shoes more than I do. It's weird. I don't even like shoes and he has to have a pair to match every outfit he has. He is a very coordinated-minded man. (Sorry, tangent.)&lt;br /&gt;We leave and get out to the car and Parker says, "*sigh* this has been a tired day." He is asleep almost as soon as the car starts moving and Lydia joins in the sleep very soon after.&lt;br /&gt;So, then we race home (an hour away) in time to get Parker to his horse-back riding lesson. He is getting more comfortable already and it was only his second lesson! We get home, I pop some cookies in the oven and we are all just sitting and relaxing and Chris and Parker are making raspberries very loudly. I say, "hey! stop that. it's annoying." and Parker says, "BEE--OTCH! Ha Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the little things I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go kill my husband for teaching him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on Dancing,&lt;br /&gt;~Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-112019034260752453?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/112019034260752453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=112019034260752453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112019034260752453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/112019034260752453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111997805945889512</id><published>2005-06-28T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:21:00.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad blogger</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in over a month!&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy, people!&lt;br /&gt;So, to catch up . . .&lt;br /&gt;Lydia has 4 teeth, with 2 more coming in. The top 2 have a big gap b/t &amp; are viscious, as she likes to scrape them along my nipple when she nurses!! OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;She is also crawling all over the place and has been pulling up &amp;amp; walking along furniture for at least 2 weeks now. (if you don't care about this stuff, tough. I need it so I can put it in the baby book later :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker continues to poop his pants . . .BUT today! oh, the poor kid actually tried to go potty on his own! But I was downstairs and didn't hear him yelling for me. He had sat on the potty by himself and tried to go poop. Which he did! Yea! But it didn't come all the way out of his butt and when I didn't answer him, he came downstairs to get me so I could wipe his bottom. Well, that poop plopped right out of his butt about half-way down the stairs and lucky me, I still had a mess to clean up. But, hey! At least he tried, right? And he tried to do it by himself. He may finally do it after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/lifes-bisque.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is not doing as well as I would like, but last night my brother and I brainstormed for about an hour about some possibly effective, cheaper means of advertising. Now, just to put them into effect . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile . . . I go crazy on a daily basis. And I want 4 kids?! And my own business?! And to try to do everything else I get a hair up my butt to do?! Oh, and a clean house and a happy husband, too?! WHAT AM I SMOKING?!!!&lt;br /&gt;No, really I DO want those things. And I believe it can be done. I may end up in an insane asylum, but that's just a slight drawback, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check this&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myaffiliateprogram.com/u/cross/t.asp?id=2951"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you want a way to &lt;a href="http://www.myaffiliateprogram.com/u/cross/t.asp?id=2951"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that is TRULY legitimate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Party Pascha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111997805945889512?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111997805945889512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111997805945889512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111997805945889512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111997805945889512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a bad blogger'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111700236328003430</id><published>2005-05-25T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:33:04.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man</title><content type='html'>This is Party Pascha's husband tonight. I wanted to post about a wonderful young man who died yesterday. His name was Vernon Grant. He was a returning defensive back on the Oklahoma State football team. If Party Pascha has not expressed my overwhelming love of the Cowboys then I'll tell you all that I am indeed infatuated with the University. On to Vernon. It's not so much that he was the most outspoken player on the team, often referred to as the 'spark plug', but that he was so full of life. He would be the one to get the crowd going before, during and after the game. Never short on words, he was never ever short on heart either. Only about 5'10" he played well above his size and never quit. He was always smiling even after the loss of his mother last August, right before the start of the 2004 season, he said he has to keep going because that is what his mother taught him. But above all his on the field success is the fact that he was an engineering major who was carrying a 3.25 grade point average. He indeed was no ordinary athlete and by far no ordinary student/athlete. He is a testament to what everyone should strive to be like, that a little hardwork and happiness can take you a long way, and for this I am grateful. Rest In Peace #20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/VernonGrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/TheMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111700236328003430?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111700236328003430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111700236328003430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111700236328003430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111700236328003430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/man.html' title='The Man'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111639747951536912</id><published>2005-05-18T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T01:24:39.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"My pee-pee's too big for my underwear!"</title><content type='html'>So, Parker puts on a new pair of underwear and then, as he is walking his pee-pee pops out the side.  He starts laughing and says, "my pee-pee's too big for my underwear!"  And starts hopping around repeating that his pee-pee is too big for his underwear.  Once again, I fear for the future. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111639747951536912?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111639747951536912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111639747951536912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111639747951536912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111639747951536912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-pee-pees-too-big-for-my-underwear.html' title='&quot;My pee-pee&apos;s too big for my underwear!&quot;'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111621614216930600</id><published>2005-05-15T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:02:22.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mom, you're a genius!"</title><content type='html'>The party is over.  It turned out pretty well, I think.  This morning, as I was turning the cake into Spongebob, Parker came in and saw it and said, "Mom, you're a genius!"  Now, that's funny.  So, here are some pictures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker blowing out his candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed:  The 3 Stooges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker in a bubble!  This was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia in a bubble!  The little bubble butt in a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason in a bubble!  He thought this was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/Parkers3rdBirthdayParty040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie in a bubble!  She literally screamed for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111621614216930600?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111621614216930600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111621614216930600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111621614216930600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111621614216930600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/mom-youre-genius.html' title='&quot;Mom, you&apos;re a genius!&quot;'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111613992217050415</id><published>2005-05-15T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:52:02.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's off!</title><content type='html'>Today, finally, after much backwards scooting, she crawls forward!  Exactly 8 months and 1 day old.  It's funny, too.  She doesn't really use her knees.  She pops up on her toes and her little toes push her forward, then she comes back down to rest on the front of her thighs, not really her knees.  I bet by the end of the week she is chasing after Big Brother!  That will be fun.  And tomorrow is finally Parker's birthday party!  He is SOOOO excited!  He keeps going around telling people he is going to have a Spongebob party and mommy is making a Patrick cake but "I haf a wait."  It's so cute.  I hope he enjoys it as much as he's built it up in his little head.  And the cakes better turn out well, or I might cry.  I'll try to post some pictures.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111613992217050415?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111613992217050415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111613992217050415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111613992217050415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111613992217050415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-shes-off.html' title='And she&apos;s off!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111602520710954577</id><published>2005-05-13T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:00:07.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Mother</title><content type='html'>People, you may think I am nutty, but I don't care.  I have learned about &lt;a href="http://www.diaperfreebaby.com"&gt;elimination communication &lt;/a&gt;and am doing it with my 8 month old.  Check out the link so I don't have to write it all here.  Anyway, it has already started to work!  And to top it all off, it seems it has peaked Parker's interest and he wants to go in the potty more now that Lydia is, too.  Yeah, me!  Of course, I am not going to expect miracles, but I am just going with the flow on this one and we will see.  I am also planning on adding/changing to cloth type diapers to help aid the e.c. along.  I like the idea.  So, you can call me granola, earthy, or whatever.  It won't bother me.  I am comfortable with my choices and will stand by them.  But I will always like my fast food and junky snacks!  I won't give those up . . . yet.  I will admit some of the healthier snacks DO taste a lot better and satisfy your hunger better.  It's just harder to find them around here.  Well, I shall talk to you later.  I'm off with my baby in a sling to hug a tree or whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111602520710954577?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111602520710954577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111602520710954577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111602520710954577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111602520710954577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/earth-mother.html' title='Earth Mother'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111561125086161885</id><published>2005-05-08T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:00:50.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tickling my pee pee!</title><content type='html'>My son is 3 years old tomorrow (May 9th) and for the last week he has been just simply WILD!!  Does a switch flip a certain way right before they turn 3?!  Anyway, the other day, he comes into the room with just his shirt on and he is pulling it down past his knees.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Him:  "I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Where are your pants?"&lt;br /&gt;Him:  "I took them off."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Lifts up his shirt real fast "Ta-dah!!  See my pee pee?!  Ha Ha Ha Ha (laughs maniacally)"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Put your underwear and pants back on!"&lt;br /&gt;Him:  "But I'm just tickling my pee pee!  Ha Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;My son is insane!  Truly.  He is.  I fear for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111561125086161885?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111561125086161885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111561125086161885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111561125086161885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111561125086161885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-tickling-my-pee-pee.html' title='I&apos;m tickling my pee pee!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111523778141452520</id><published>2005-05-04T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:49:43.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, Meme . . .</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Sleeping Mommy &lt;/a&gt;and now it's my turn to do the latest Meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose five of the professions and finish the sentence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a CEO... If I could be a movie reviewer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose five people to pass it onto when you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper... Everyone could come and see my rendition of my niece's "pole" dancing in person and I would be adorned in irridescent glitter and men &amp; women alike would wait to put large bills in my g-string and then go home to fantasize about me because I could do "*that*"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect... I would finally build my dream house and everyone else's and they would pay me the big bucks because my designs were so unique yet comfortable and I would be revered as the next Frank Lloyd Wright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an actor...Everyone would love me and want my autograph because I would be known as one of the nicest actresses around and all those shows that try to catch the actors in a bad light would only be able to say that I truly am a gem amongst the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss... I would command the respect of all those around me as I look into their fearful eyes and know that whatever my request I shall receive because if I am not satisfied they know the heads will roll and so they make sure that the BOSS is always Pleased!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge... I would have a jewel encrusted gavel and would be known as Judge Jewel and I would leave my robe open at the top so you could see my sexy tank top underneath and when people would interrupt each other or myself, I wouldn't yell, but I would throw things at them instead and they would get hit in the head and then I would laugh maniacally and then make googoo eyes at the camera as if to say, "They shouldn't mess with crazy Judge Jewel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like Leita from &lt;a href="http://www.oftheskin.com/blog"&gt;Skin&lt;/a&gt;, Chana from &lt;a href="http://www.bunnyburrow.com"&gt;Bunny Burrow&lt;/a&gt;, Samantha from &lt;a href="http://www.randomchicka.blogspot.com"&gt;Random Chicka &lt;/a&gt;,Scott (you know who you are), and Mackenzie from &lt;a href="http://www.stupidityonice.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com"&gt;Stupidity on Ice &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to do this.  So, Tag!  You're it!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111523778141452520?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111523778141452520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111523778141452520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111523778141452520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111523778141452520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahh-meme.html' title='Ahh, Meme . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111523100556537979</id><published>2005-05-04T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:23:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Wahs</title><content type='html'>Don't ever let my brother call you and say, "Talk to Josie.  Here."  Josie is my 2 yr. old neice.  She calls me Wah Wahs.  And when you talk to her on the phone, you feel like you are talking to some crazy Chinese lady who is trying to tell you about some dire emergency, but you have no clue what she is saying.  All you know is Wah Wahs is your name.  The rest is, "hay ching wiieng!!!  Wah Wahs!  Wah Wahs!  no! no! shimmy shimmy shang!  No!  Ben! (that's her little brother, I got that) shing a wang a shubbi shubbi!  Wah Wahs! (yes, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; listening)  Wah Wahs!  ha chingy shubbi sheshma no! no!  okay.  Bye bye!  Wah Wahs!!  Bye Bye!!"&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap!  What did that girl just say?!  I think she was trying to tell me that her dog was on fire and that her little brother Ben did it.  But she could have just wanted to tell me a about a little ducky who couldn't fly.  I HAVE NO CLUE!!  Anyway, don't let this ever happened to you.  Let this be your warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Party on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111523100556537979?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111523100556537979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111523100556537979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111523100556537979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111523100556537979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/wah-wahs.html' title='Wah Wahs'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111499710938915873</id><published>2005-05-01T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:25:09.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transgender doll</title><content type='html'>I rarely wear makeup.  It makes my face itch.  Well, I put on lipstick the other day and Parker says, "What is on your face?"  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "It's lipstick"&lt;br /&gt;P:  "I want some!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "No, it's for girls."&lt;br /&gt;My husband:  "Parker, give mommy a kiss and some will get on you."&lt;br /&gt;**Kiss**&lt;br /&gt;P:  "Thanks, mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next day, I hear, "Mommy, my Buddy is a garill, now."  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "What?  No, Buddy is a boy.  Just like you."&lt;br /&gt;P:  "No, he's a garill, now.  See?"&lt;br /&gt;Points to doll's face&lt;br /&gt;P:  "Lipstick!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he marked on his doll to make lipstick and says he's a girl, now.  Should I be worried?  I mean, this DOES just add to all the other "female" things he prefers.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, he also wants to feel up on his aunt all the time, too.  Ever since she got implants, that is.  So, maybe I DON'T have anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Party Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111499710938915873?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111499710938915873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111499710938915873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111499710938915873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111499710938915873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/05/transgender-doll.html' title='Transgender doll'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111406244421273067</id><published>2005-04-21T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:47:24.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Design blog</title><content type='html'>Check out my business blog, if you wanna.  &lt;a href="http://www.myowndesign.blogspot.com"&gt;My Own Design&lt;/a&gt; Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111406244421273067?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111406244421273067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111406244421273067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111406244421273067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111406244421273067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-own-design-blog.html' title='My Own Design blog'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111375543224830505</id><published>2005-04-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:30:32.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been a month since I posted!  Sorrrrry!  I have been busy with the shop.  So far it has been okay business, but I do need more customers!  I have been handing out flyers like crazy the past couple of days and hopefully it will get results.  Monday, I have to go talk to a whole list of people to let them know I am open and all that jazz.  &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Lydia got her first two teeth (bottom) the day after Easter.  She regularly says Momma and has started to say Daddy.  She has also started scooting.  It's wierd how she does it.  She is sitting up and then leans forward like she is going to crawl, but then doesn't pull her leg back and sits back up and that makes her scootch forward a bit.  She will move across a room if given enough time.  She doesn't do it fast; just over time.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to try to keep up with this again.  I am going to try to create a site for the shop so people can see what's going on there.&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111375543224830505?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111375543224830505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111375543224830505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111375543224830505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111375543224830505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111086614367308048</id><published>2005-03-14T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:55:43.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Jack Attack!</title><content type='html'>Who can't wait until The Incredibles movie is out on DVD?!  Me, neither!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111086614367308048?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111086614367308048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111086614367308048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086614367308048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086614367308048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/03/jack-jack-attack.html' title='Jack Jack Attack!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111086580824812710</id><published>2005-03-14T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:52:13.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An old hag . . . not really.</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday was Thursday, the 10th. I am now 32 years old! I still feel like an early 20's girl. I am still immature, but not in some of the ways that matter. Like I learned how to budget money better. I try not to yell and throw a fit as much. I am not as naive as I used to be. I finally realize you just can't trust everyone. It's still hard to get through to my brain, though. I don't understand why people would lie, cheat, or otherwise hurt someone on purpose. I just don't get it. It's one thing to accidentally do something that upsets another. If you apologize and really try not to do it again, it should be okay and forgiven. But to intentionally set out to harm another. . . why? Anyway, I guess I am learning to watch my back. I think it is sad that I should have to learn such a thing. BUT back to my immaturity. I still love to play! Which my son thinks is great! I still love toys! Last year, for my birthday, I was given money to buy something for myself. What did I get? Really cool playdough sets and a shrinky dink maker! How totally cool! Yes, I played with them. The playdough is in Parker's room, now, but it's still mine! :) I still love to swing on the swings. When I am on the highway, I love to pretend I am a race car driver. I stick my tongue out (a lot) and say, "what-e-ver!" to my son. Yeah, that's where he learned it. And then he will say, "whatever yourself, mommy!" I let Parker jump on the furniture, because I still remember enjoying the same thing. It was fun. I never broke anything. So, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was just some random thoughts about my aging self. I may get older, but I refuse to grow up! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111086580824812710?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111086580824812710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111086580824812710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086580824812710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086580824812710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/03/old-hag-not-really.html' title='An old hag . . . not really.'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-111086417036327745</id><published>2005-03-14T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:23:10.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk!</title><content type='html'>Lydia turned 6 months yesterday! And guess what she did today! She &lt;a href="http://www.masterstech-home.com/The_Library/ASL_Dictionary_Project/ASL_Tables/Communicator/M/Milk.html"&gt;signed for milk&lt;/a&gt;! That's sign language, people. Too freakin' cool! Parker didn't do his first sign until at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; 9 months! I am so excited! She was laying on the couch with Chris (daddy) and she started doing the sign. Chris told me to look at what she was doing. I walked over and she looked at me, smiled, and did the sign again. Sure enough, she was hungry. I am so happy! I only just started showing her "milk" about a week ago. I think she knows "&lt;a href="http://www.masterstech-home.com/The_Library/ASL_Dictionary_Project/ASL_Tables/Communicator/C/Change.html"&gt;change&lt;/a&gt;" for changing diaper, but she doesn't do it until I do it to tell her I'm about to change her. I love teaching simple sign language to babies! It really does work! It alleviates a lot of the frustration of figuring out what they want when they &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;, but just can't verbally &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; it yet! Anyway, if anybody wants to know more about it, just ask. I will be glad to tell you what I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the store is up and running and I already have some scheduled groups! Yea, me! Now, let's just keep it going and growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-111086417036327745?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/111086417036327745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=111086417036327745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086417036327745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/111086417036327745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/03/milk.html' title='Milk!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110980655426853312</id><published>2005-03-02T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:35:54.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is a book about dinosaurs . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, Chris took the book quiz.  This is him.  Fitting?  Who really knows when it comes to Mr E, the Syko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/jpmc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Michael Crichton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You combine all the elements of a mad scientist, a brash philosopher,&lt;br /&gt;a humble researcher, and a money-hungry attracter of tourists. With all these features,&lt;br /&gt;you could build something monumental or get chased around by your own demons. Probably&lt;br /&gt;both, in fact. A movie based on your life would make millions, and spawn at least two&lt;br /&gt;sequels thatwouldn't be very good. Be very careful around islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110980655426853312?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110980655426853312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110980655426853312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110980655426853312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110980655426853312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-husband-is-book-about-dinosaurs.html' title='My husband is a book about dinosaurs . . .'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110980033621187618</id><published>2005-03-02T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:52:35.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the book I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I took this book quiz. I guess it sounds about right. Now, you take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/ohyosggm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lonely and struggling, you've been around for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Conflict has filled most of your life and torn apart nearly everyone you know. Yet there&lt;br /&gt;is something majestic and even epic about your presence in the world. You love life all&lt;br /&gt;the more for having seen its decimation. After all, it takes a village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110980033621187618?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110980033621187618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110980033621187618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110980033621187618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110980033621187618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-book-i-am.html' title='this is the book I am'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110960875933622875</id><published>2005-02-28T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:49:52.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things I've done that you probably haven't</title><content type='html'>I had to copy &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Here are &lt;strong&gt;Ten things I've done that you probably haven't&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gone biscuiting (throwing uncooked biscuits at passing cars) and then getting chased by a very mad guy in a trans am. We lost him. phew!&lt;br /&gt;2. Had something slipped into your drink by a bartender while you are out with your fiance and his friends. Then, once blitzed to no memory, proceed to grab everyone's crotch. And then later, when fiance's friend is in the closed restaurant we managed, hump the front window yelling you want to F_ _ _ him while licking the window! This is while your fiance is standing right there next to you trying to calm you down. (He still married me, surprise)&lt;br /&gt;3. Been thrown out of a club for &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; reason! I mean I HAD had a little too much to drink. And I HAD just climbed up onto one of the tables and proceeded to dance, but some people enjoy that kind of thing. I mean it's not like I was fighting or anything. I was just having fun . . .&lt;br /&gt;4. Lit your artificial nails on fire on PURPOSE! It was halloween, I was dressed like a skank, my nails were REALLY long, I was drinking . . .&lt;br /&gt;5. Been mad at your hubby on your HONEYMOON! Come on, who gets mad on your honeymoon? Well, I did, because he said he wouldn't ride a ride I wanted to ride. We were at Fiesta Texas. I ended up getting my way, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. After giving birth, never reconsidering how many kids you want. The SAME day, after having my son and then again after having my daughter, when asked, "so how many kids do you want?" (they think you'll answer differently because you just gave birth) I answer, "I still want four!" That shuts 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;7. On your way home from your bachelorette party, getting pulled over by not one, but two cops! (they really don't have anything to do in this town, do they?) and then when asked to walk a straight line, turn around and walk back, you proceed to walk as though it were a balance beam and at the end do the tippy-toe turn around thing, walk back to him and put your arms out to the side and do your little neck as though to say, "bring it on, copper, BRING IT ON!" ooh, I'm lucky he didn't just ream me for that!&lt;br /&gt;8. Have one of the male dancers at said bachelorette party get nervous around you because when he came by to do a little lap dance, you proceeded to stand up and do a little dirty dancing of your own! (They, all the dancers, ended up knowing me by name by the end of the night!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Choosing your family over a job. While I know people do this all the time, I had just gotten the job. We had been hurting financially and needed the job. But they knew we only had one car. They had said they understood and would work with me. One day, I was getting ready to leave, during a break, and take my husband to work. They told me I couldn't leave. I said I had to take him to work. They ended up telling me I would have to choose. I said, "if you mean choose between this job and my family? I choose my family" and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;10. Had your dad use you as a sex object. It's not what it sounds like. We were on vacation and the car broke down. I was in late jr. high or early high school. My dad tells me to get out of the car and stand by the side of the road and (I quote) "show a little leg". I thought it was hilarious! Of course I did it. Someone did stop. Even though I was a skinny thing with short legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is my list. Hope you enjoy reading it. I left out a couple of not so nice things, just in case my mother ever reads this. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110960875933622875?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110960875933622875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110960875933622875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110960875933622875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110960875933622875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/ten-things-ive-done-that-you-probably.html' title='Ten things I&apos;ve done that you probably haven&apos;t'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110939422837518934</id><published>2005-02-25T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:05:03.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="158" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/modbusinesscard2.png" width="302" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is my business card.  Cool?  I think so.  Grand Opening day is set for Tues. March 8th!  I just hope I can get everything done on time.  Sunday we start moving all the big stuff to the new location.  I have been painting one of the rooms and it will look pretty cool when it gets done, but it is slow going having to work around the kiddos.  One of the walls is PLAID!!  I will post a pic when it is finished.  I am very proud of my plaid idea.  Anyway, this next week is going to drive me nuts.  I will be so happy when it is over and I just have to worry about advertising and customers.  Thanks for visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110939422837518934?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110939422837518934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110939422837518934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110939422837518934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110939422837518934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110887889553543800</id><published>2005-02-19T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:46:01.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting the cord is NOT an option!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="331" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/partypascha/funpics003.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:7;"&gt;I love my babies. I can't help it. And maybe I'm some sicko or something, but I cannot stand to be away from them overnight! Parker is staying the night at my in-law's house. He's only done it one other time. He's not even 3 yet! I started missing him before they were even gone! Am I really crazy or what? I think it would be different if they lived in the same town, but they are over an hour away! He's my snuggle-bunny. I miss him. I can't do this very often, I would explode. My brother and sister-in-law say I'll get used to it, but no. They are wrong. I'm different. I need my babies and my husband around me! I feel lost without them. I seriously was at a loss as to what to do after he left. My husband closes the store tonight, so until he gets home, it's just me and Lydia (who is asleep). And she doesn't let me cuddle with her like Parker does. She seems to have a bigger personal space when she sleeps than Parker or I do. She seems to prefer sleeping by herself in her crib. Well, that's my story for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110887889553543800?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110887889553543800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110887889553543800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110887889553543800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110887889553543800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/cutting-cord-is-not-option.html' title='cutting the cord is NOT an option!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110879429510238189</id><published>2005-02-19T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:25:13.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Bisque!</title><content type='html'>In exactly 2 weeks I will be having the grand opening of my (MINE!) own store! It's a paint it yourself ceramic studio called My Own Design, MOD for short. I am sooo excited! I am also very scared. I need this to work and be successful, because I just cannot afford for it not to. Anyway, I would like to make a website for the store but I'll have to work on that later. I am just too busy getting everything else in line right now. I have been so stressed and hairbrained lately. I will be very relieved when I finally get everything moved over to my location and start having all the money coming to me. :) Everyone please help me, with your thoughts, to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110879429510238189?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110879429510238189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110879429510238189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110879429510238189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110879429510238189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/lifes-bisque.html' title='Life&apos;s a Bisque!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110861846686696214</id><published>2005-02-16T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:58:36.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy sister</title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all, Thank You to all who wished me a Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all had the same.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my littlest sister (13 years old) made the website in my links, referred to as "&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/lemonysnicketsgirl/"&gt;My Sister, Mackenzie&lt;/a&gt;". It's pretty cool. All about the movie and books, "Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events". Now, she has made a new website, &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/syndicated-inc"&gt;Syndicated Inc.&lt;/a&gt; She friggin' cracks me up, gosh! (that's Napoleon Dynamite-eeze just for her) Anyway, so that's her. And then you guys have to check out my other sister's site, also in my links, but this is "&lt;a href="http://www.randomchicka.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Sister, Samantha&lt;/a&gt;". What is really crazy is I am the oldest. While my mom is pretty much a goofball, and my dad (on his good days) can be pretty silly, himself, I was the one these 2 crazies looked up to. Now, did I do a good job or did I just help create future residents of the local insane asylum?! My mom is the one who really needs to start a blog. She could write about all the CA-RAZY stuff she goes through on a daily basis as a permanent custody worker for DHS. You should seriously hear the stories she tells. Of course she never uses names. Most of the really nutso stories are about her co-workers anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a different note. My husband is one of the assistant managers at a local large retail chain (it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; Wal-Mart!). Yesterday, the day after V-Day, all the V-Day stuff was 1/2 off. Today, only 2 days after the holiday, he brought home all this candy that was marked down to a dime! A DIME, people! That's friggin' crazy! And to top it all off, he &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; got his discount! He got this HUGE bag of suckers for 8 cents! I'm telling you, if you are willing to wait until the day or two after a holiday, you can really score some GREAT deals! Or do what my grandmother used to do and take advantage of the sales and save what can feasibly be saved for the following year or some other event that you could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh! I have to add this. I was spell checking this post just now and the word crazies got flagged and at the exact same time a pop-up with Michael Jackson's face came up on the screen! It was funny! There's his face and right next to it is the spell checker box with the word crazies in big bold letters! oh man, I just had to share that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talk to ya later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110861846686696214?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110861846686696214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110861846686696214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110861846686696214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110861846686696214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-crazy-sister.html' title='My crazy sister'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110827594560915923</id><published>2005-02-13T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:26:04.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing my pants!</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I have got to get on the ball! I just got done checking out &lt;a href="http://www.supervelma.blogspot.com"&gt;this chick's &lt;/a&gt;site and almost peed my pants! And I realized I haven't been doing my job here. I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; been busy getting everything ready for my business I am buying but how can that keep me from properly updating on my hilarious (probably only to me) and sometimes sick life?&lt;br /&gt;Like this morning, I awoke to a sensation I did not care for: Parker had wet the bed and I was laying in it! GA-ROSS!! And why can't he figure out the pooping part of potty training?! For crying out loud! It's just NASTY, people! So, anyway, I will try to have better posts and try not to leave any good stuff (in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mind) out. Like just now, Parker came up to me and said, "monkeys eat bananas." Yeah, I know, kid. I'm not a bonehead. Even if I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; occasionally leave the house while talking to someone on the CORDLESS! phone, and not the cell! Der-der!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110827594560915923?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110827594560915923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110827594560915923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110827594560915923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110827594560915923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/peeing-my-pants.html' title='Peeing my pants!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110826408639992820</id><published>2005-02-12T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:11:32.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Meme from Ammie</title><content type='html'>Okay, Ammie. I will abide, but I may disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Ten Songs from your playlist (shuffled it, these are the first ten up):&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I don't have a playlist. So I can't answer this correctly. However, if you want to know what is in my cd changer in the car right now, I will tell you. 2 cds are for my kids, so I'm not counting those. 2 cds are mixes that include Elton John, John Mayer, Billy Joel, and other stuff like that. 1 cd is Michael Jackson, &lt;em&gt;Invincible&lt;/em&gt;, the song I always play is called You Rock My World (I think. it has a lead in with Chris Tucker betting him Never Never Land that Michael can't get the girl that just walked by. Very catchy tune). The last cd I can't remember, so I must not listen to it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the total amount of music on your playlist?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, once again. I don't have a playlist. Sorry to disappoint. If you want to know how many cds I have, I think last count was at about 200. That may not sound like much to some people, but if you add how many cassette tapes I still have, that would be about 100. How many are 80's music? All the tapes are and probably about 1/2 the cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;I just bought &lt;em&gt;Bowling for Soup. &lt;/em&gt;Great cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you listened to before this message?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I've home with the kiddos all day and haven't been listening to music. If theme songs count, then that would be the theme song to the cartoon, &lt;em&gt;Fairly Oddparents&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down 5 songs you listen to often or that mean a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can actually do this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithfully&lt;/em&gt; by Journey (Our wedding rings are engraved: IFYF 06-12-99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy &lt;/em&gt;by Patsy Cline (Ammie put this on a mix tape she made me in college. It makes me think of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/em&gt; by Mercy Me (Just a really great inspirational song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Eyes&lt;/em&gt; by Peter Gabriel (I always have to hold up my boom box over my head when I hear this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Return to Pooh Corner&lt;/em&gt; by Kenny Loggins (umm, Winnie the Pooh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people I am going to stick this with next?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know anybody, so I have no answer. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could have &lt;a href="http://www.oftheskin.com/blog/"&gt;Skin&lt;/a&gt; do it. She seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;And I could send it to &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net"&gt;Wil&lt;/a&gt;, he would probably do it. I think it might be his type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask &lt;a href="http://www.kaonashi.fierceblogs.com./"&gt;Kaonashi &lt;/a&gt;to do it, too. She seems nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end. Sorry if it wasn't answered right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110826408639992820?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com' title='Music Meme from Ammie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110826408639992820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110826408639992820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110826408639992820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110826408639992820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-meme-from-ammie.html' title='Music Meme from Ammie'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110818934048500026</id><published>2005-02-12T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:25:08.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day</title><content type='html'>So, Valentine's Day is coming and as usual, my husband couldn't wait til monday to exchange gifts. I really am surprised we EVER make it to Christmas day . . . oh, wait. We don't. Anyway, I got 2 new pairs of shoes (I picked them out) and some of my favorite candy. The best was the card, though. I got teary-eyed. He got the new &lt;a href="http://www.okstate.com/sell/ViewItem.dbml?CARTKEY=TNRIVMHTBCMREMY.20050212062309&amp;DB_OEM_ID=200&amp;amp;ITMID=2694"&gt;Oklahoma State University basketball shirt &lt;/a&gt;he wanted and a cute orange (for OSU) monkey wearing a tie. He really liked the monkey! :) He will always love stuffed animals. And then we went out to eat at a nice restaurant with the kiddos. Yes, it is possible to do. So, even though it hasn't come yet, Valentine's Day is done for us now. He has to work Monday night so that's why we did it early. This year is going to be our 6 year anniversary and we have been together for a little over 9 years! Pretty crazy! He may drive me nuts sometimes, but I definitely wouldn't change a thing! I love you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110818934048500026?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110818934048500026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110818934048500026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110818934048500026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110818934048500026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-day.html' title='Love Day'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110792522609350724</id><published>2005-02-08T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:00:31.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMM. . . . . . . </title><content type='html'>mmmmmm . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Twinkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110792522609350724?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110792522609350724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110792522609350724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110792522609350724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110792522609350724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/mmmmm.html' title='MMMMM. . . . . . . '/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110792381784483161</id><published>2005-02-08T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:37:05.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Life Crisis?</title><content type='html'>I told my husband the following dream I had the other night:&lt;br /&gt;I was the guest judge on American Idol. I was sitting next to Simon. I keep dozing off during the auditions and doing that thing where you try to open your eyes but you can't open your eyes, and Simon tells me to pay attention or I will miss all the singing morons. I say I may have my eyes closed, but I can still hear the bad singing. Then the scene changes and we are out at a club. Paula, Simon, and I. Paula and I are drinking all these huge yummy drinks and I am talking about all the crazy stuff I used to do when I was younger. Simon keeps hitting on me and then he says, "Come on, now, Pascha having 2 kids is not the only thing that made you boring. What else has happened to make you so boring?"&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;My husband replies with this, "Are you having a mid life crisis?"&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is, "I dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110792381784483161?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110792381784483161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110792381784483161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110792381784483161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110792381784483161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/mid-life-crisis.html' title='Mid Life Crisis?'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110773252278497544</id><published>2005-02-06T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:50:37.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff to do with Your Kids</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm going to start something new. Every so many days, I am going to talk about an information-type product that I think people might be interested in. I'll provide a link to find out more and you can take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;Today's item of the week is:&lt;br /&gt;WowDad!&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun book that teaches moms and dads fun, cool things to do with their kids anytime and anywhere! Your kids will think you are really neat when you start sharing this information with them! Up your quality time with your kids and get WowDad! today! Click on the title of the post to get more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think this is as neat as I do! This is just the kind of fun stuff I look forward to doing with my kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110773252278497544?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110773252278497544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110773252278497544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110773252278497544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110773252278497544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-stuff-to-do-with-your-kids.html' title='Fun Stuff to do with Your Kids'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110747871292041285</id><published>2005-02-03T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:58:40.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Winnie the Pooh!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know, I am a crazy Winnie the Pooh fan! My son, Parker's, theme when he was born was a no-brainer. The old-fashioned Pooh is the best (before Disney got a hold of him and modernized it all). So, when &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; told me about the &lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/poohpersonality/"&gt;quiz &lt;/a&gt;you can take to see which character you are, I was excited. You see, my family is silly and we are always saying what characters, from whatever, each of us are. I am Marsha, from the Brady Bunch; Ariel, from the Little Mermaid; Winnie the Pooh, etc. So, when Ammie told me that what we always say my Brother is turned out to be Ammie, and vice-versa; I was curious. Well, guess what, people! I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; Winnie the Pooh! I am so happy, kinda like when I get to satisfy the little rumbly in my tumbly or when I play poohsticks with Piglet. You know, just a warm hunny kinda feeling. Oh, bother. I feel my face all glowy-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I am silly. Silly ol' bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110747871292041285?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110747871292041285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110747871292041285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110747871292041285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110747871292041285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-winnie-pooh.html' title='I am Winnie the Pooh!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110731699842840738</id><published>2005-02-01T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:03:35.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The race to a smaller size</title><content type='html'>My friend started Weight Watchers on Friday. Today she showed me her pants that she wears all the time and they were sagging! She's already lost at least 3 inches in her waist since Friday! I couldn't believe it! I am so jealous, I have to admit. I am one of those people who refuse to "diet" though. I will not join any type of program. If I am going to lose weight, I will do it on my own. Maybe that is silly for me to think that way, but hey, that's me. I don't mind eating sensibly, that's just being smart. I do admit I have a bad habit of snacking on junk, though. And exercise just sucks. I'm not talking about regular everyday moving around and maybe picking up the pace going up those stairs, but using some machine or moving around in front of the t.v. while some idiot on the screen tells you what to do, well, it's not exactly my idea of a good time. If I am going to exercise, I want to enjoy myself. Bike riding in a park is nice, swimming is always fun, or hey! how about just running around chasing the little rugrats? That should burn off a few calories. I guess I just don't like structure. Yeah, that's ultimately my problem. I hate monotonous, repetitive things. I need to change it up a bit, add some excitement for crying out loud! You don't get that sitting your big butt on a stationery bike! Stationery. Bike. What the hell is that?! Get outside, people! Enjoy the fresh air. Stop watching t.v. You want to exercise? Go outside and take a walk with someone and engage in conversation! I guess I just have a burr up my butt. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110731699842840738?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110731699842840738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110731699842840738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110731699842840738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110731699842840738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/02/race-to-smaller-size.html' title='The race to a smaller size'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110703117333043012</id><published>2005-01-29T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:39:43.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed it!</title><content type='html'>I fixed it! I fixed all the wierd stuff my blog was doing. For those of you who haven't seen it before, it had this big white space at the bottom that made no sense. And then there was this white cross-hatching thing at the bottom of the sidebar. I got rid of all of that and then changed my text color to black. I think I like that better than the white. I wanted to keep the text white and have the headings of everything be black, but it didn't work that way. Oh well. I think it still looks better than it did! Yea, me!&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110703117333043012?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110703117333043012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110703117333043012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110703117333043012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110703117333043012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-fixed-it.html' title='I fixed it!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110702242081500100</id><published>2005-01-29T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:13:53.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Business is business</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't want to say anything yet, but I think it is all going to work out now. &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; and I are buying a business. It's all very exciting but let me tell you, it scares me to death! I'm always doing some kind of business of one kind or another, but it's always been something that if it didn't work, I wasn't tied to it. This is a real, brick and mortar business. If something happens, we still are tied to the lease of the building and the payments on the purchase of the business itself. Very scary stuff! I see people go into business and then out again so fast; I just can't let that happen to us. This just has to work out and succeed. One good thing, is that it is an already established business here in town. It just really needs work . . . advertising, people!!! Good advertising is KEY! Anyway, please wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110702242081500100?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110702242081500100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110702242081500100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110702242081500100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110702242081500100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/business-is-business.html' title='Business is business'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110654307116275663</id><published>2005-01-23T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:27:49.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeere's Johnny!</title><content type='html'>Do you think that is how he was announced into heaven? I'd like to think so. I can't believe he is gone. I can still remember staying up late with my parents to watch and then crying with my mom when he had his last show and said goodbye to everyone. I guess one of the last of the classic comedians had to finally go and join all the other classics that have been waiting for him. We'll truly miss you, down here, Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Johnny Carson passed away today, January 23, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110654307116275663?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110654307116275663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110654307116275663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110654307116275663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110654307116275663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/heeeeeres-johnny.html' title='Heeeeere&apos;s Johnny!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110637241012581234</id><published>2005-01-21T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:40:16.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!  Where's the creme filling?!</title><content type='html'>So, I go snack food shopping the other night at the local Wal-mart. Of course it's later at night so I can go by myself and leave the kiddos with Chris. All I really want are Twinkies. I load up the cart with chips and granola bars and Coke and just your general junk. I get to the aisle where the Twinkies &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be and there is a giant hole, a vast emptiness, a void! No Twinkies!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, now, here I am. Chris has his chips, Parker has his granola bars, and I have Lydia. My squishy, tasty, kissable little butterball who constantly spits up all over me. And even though I love her dearly, I really want (no, &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;) a Twinkie! So, all I keep thinking as I hold and hug her is, "Hey! That's not creme filling!"&lt;br /&gt;Until later, I am always&lt;br /&gt;Party Pascha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110637241012581234?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110637241012581234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110637241012581234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110637241012581234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110637241012581234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-wheres-creme-filling.html' title='Hey!  Where&apos;s the creme filling?!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110626842133581932</id><published>2005-01-20T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:47:14.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest week ever</title><content type='html'>This has been the longest week ever! I wanted it to be friday on wednesday! And it's still only thursday! One of my problems is that I have sooo restless lately. I have rearranged/organized/cleaned my living and dining rooms. &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt;, you will surprised if you ever come over and see it. I have been getting up before 8 am on some days (this is a big deal with me, people) just because I wake and am immediately restless! I just wish there was something cool to do in this town for those of us who have kids! Man, if I could find a financial backer I could make a killing in this town! I want to build a giant play place parents can take their kids. Oh, man, I heard about this place in Texas that is 2 stories. The bottom floor is where all the kid stuff is: 2 lane bowling alley, arcade games, the works! The second floor is for the adults: big screen t.v.s, bar, etc. The kids are given cards they wear around their necks and that is how they play the games: the money is put onto the cards. The parents are given a thing like they give you in some restaurants when there is a long waiting list and it lights up when they need you. Here, if it lights up, the kids are out of money and either the parent puts more on their card or it's time to go! Sounds so cool! I wish something, hell, ANYTHING were here besides McDonald's playland! I'd be there probably too much!&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110626842133581932?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110626842133581932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110626842133581932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110626842133581932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110626842133581932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/longest-week-ever.html' title='The longest week ever'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110601764859678929</id><published>2005-01-17T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:07:28.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wish I had breasts right now," he says</title><content type='html'>"I wish I had breasts right now."  My husband tells me this as I am nursing our daughter.  He continues with, "because then I could do that while you make dinner.  I am STARVING!" &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I understand he just got home from work.  I understand he can't cook ANYTHING!  He doesn't even grill, people!  He got a cookbook for Christmas to use with the grill HE got a couple of Christmases ago and he tells his parents, "well, this is for Pascha."  When we grill, I am the one doing it.  It's crazy!  Oh, he can make a great sandwich or roll up (tortilla instead of bread), but he gets flustered if he has to follow directions on a hamburger helper box.  heh heh.  Oh, well.  I can't stand to clean and he's good at that, so I guess it's a good trade.  I love to cook.  I don't think he loves to clean, so I got the better end of the deal.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110601764859678929?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110601764859678929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110601764859678929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110601764859678929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110601764859678929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-wish-i-had-breasts-right-now-he-says.html' title='&quot;I wish I had breasts right now,&quot; he says'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110598932852298062</id><published>2005-01-17T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:15:28.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperventilation:  not my best moment</title><content type='html'>I've been attempting to rearrange my living &amp; dining rooms to allow more space.  I was pulling a big loveseat away from the wall &amp; I saw it!  A mouse!  Normally, this would have caused a scream followed by me chasing it.  But there would be no chasing THIS mouse!  It was snapped!  In a trap!  I couldn't breathe, people.  I was getting dizzy.  My stomach was churning!  I was seriously having problems!  I don't know why I reacted that way.  I really don't.  I ended up having to leave the room &amp; wait until my husband got home from work so he could take care of it!  Crazy, huh?  Anyway, last night, I spotted another little sucker running.  I want to get those things you plug into the wall &amp; it keeps rodents, etc. away by emitting soundwaves that bother them.  Does anyone know if they actually work?  Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110598932852298062?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110598932852298062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110598932852298062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110598932852298062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110598932852298062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/hyperventilation-not-my-best-moment.html' title='Hyperventilation:  not my best moment'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110533999827870620</id><published>2005-01-10T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:53:18.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a very white girl's wannabe a gangsta dreams...</title><content type='html'>Ok, first of all, I am NOT &lt;a href="http://sleepingmommy.blogspot.com/2005/01/advice-for-friend.html"&gt;past my prime&lt;/a&gt;!  Thank you very much!  Just because I like to groove to the &lt;a href="http://www.asksnoop.com"&gt;D Oh Double Gee&lt;/a&gt;, movin' my bootay to the muse-ay; just because when I hear &lt;a href="http://www.50cent.com"&gt;"party like it's your birthday"&lt;/a&gt; I get up on the table and DO; just because I like to move my rump to tha ba dump a dump dump; just because . . . just because . . . okay, fine!  Whatever, you may think it's disturbing, but I WILL NOT STOP!!  I will dance into my grave, woman!  They don't call me Party Pascha for sitting on my behind!  Okay, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;call myself Party Pascha, but either way!  I will not be stifled!  I will NOT go quietly into the night!  I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; jam!  I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; BOOGIE!  I.  WILL.   HIP HOP!!!  and I &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; stop!  Gonna make my body rock!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110533999827870620?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110533999827870620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110533999827870620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110533999827870620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110533999827870620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/confessions-of-very-white-girls.html' title='Confessions of a very white girl&apos;s wannabe a gangsta dreams...'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110507492170508154</id><published>2005-01-06T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:15:21.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-in-the-box and other scary things</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Parker asks me to get down my winnie-the-pooh Jack-in-the-box so he can play with it.  I figure he's old enough to do it now and probably won't tear it up.  (It was a gift, to ME, from &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt; and my brother)  Anyway, so he's winding it up:   . . . la laa la la laa, la laa la la laa, *POP!*  and I jump!  EVERY SINGLE TIME!  Parker doesn't even flinch, he just laughs and says, "Is that scary, momma?"  I say, "yeah."  I have no idea why, even when I KNOW something is coming, I still jump.  I am that way with everything.  Movies are the worst!  I KNOW it's coming up on a point where something is going to jump out or whatever and my heart is racing and I'm holding my breath and then BAM!  I jump and scream and act like a crazy person!  But it is sooo much fun, isn't it?  I love to be scared, in a good, fun kinda way.  I absolutely LOVE rollercoasters!!!  Chris and I watch the Discovery channel when they show those groups people in rollercoaster clubs who go around to the different theme parks around the country just to ride the crazy costers.  I would sooo do that!  How fun, huh?  The best rides are ones that go from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds oh! and my favorite:  the freefall type of rides, where they just DROP you!  Those rock!  I've been skydiving.  For real.   Now, that was a rush!  But after the freefall and the chute was out and I was just up there, floating . . . man, that was one of the most peaceful experiences I have ever had.  I will never forget that.  It truly was awesome (used in the way "awesome" should be used). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always craved the exciting, wild kinda stuff.  So what am I doing sitting at a computer, blogging?  I guess I'm on a leave of absence, so to speak, while I have kids.  When they get a little older and we can all do crazy things together, I'll be back, baby!  There's a hang-glider out there with MY name on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110507492170508154?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110507492170508154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110507492170508154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110507492170508154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110507492170508154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/jack-in-box-and-other-scary-things.html' title='Jack-in-the-box and other scary things'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110498753596357274</id><published>2005-01-05T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:58:55.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob takes over &amp; Parties!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, people.  Spongebob has taken over!  My son was taking a nap and I was laying in there with him and Lydia, when all of a sudden he opens his eyes and says real loudly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You know what Mr. Crab says?!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I said, "what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Stay away from the hooks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I started laughing, but when I look at him his eyes are closed and he whispers, "stay away from the hooks" and he's fast asleep again!!  Weird, people.  I mean really weird.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course, I've been known to do some crazy stuff in my sleep, too but to actually witness the weirdness in your own, not-even-three-yet, little boy . . . well, it's just scary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, we got a nice sheet of ice today!  It's really cold out there!  Schools got out early today (shouldn't have gone in the first place) and they are cancelled tomorrow.  That's how you know it's a big deal here, they actually &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; the schools.  They don't like to cancel unless ABSOLUTELY necessary!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to Spongebob.  I'm already planning Parker's birthday party.  It's not until May, but I am such a procrastinator that if I don't start something ridiculously early, it won't get done on time!  I'm thinking it will definitely be a Spongebob theme.  Probably decorate to look like Bikini Bottom (Spongebob's town for those who don't know).  I think it will be cool!  I love to throw a party!  I used to throw myself a birthday party every year, and then one day all my friends were gone (I live in a college town and they had moved on) and since then I have had to use Parker as an excuse to throw parties and now I have Lydia, too!  Woo-hoo!!!  I need to have more kids!  Ha-ha!  No, really.  I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;want 4 children.  Just think of all the parties I can throw!  What enjoyment!  What fun!  What sheer bliss!  This is NOT sarcasm, people, I truly am filled with joy right now!  I need to start planning Lydia's first birthday party, it's in September . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Pascha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110498753596357274?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110498753596357274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110498753596357274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110498753596357274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110498753596357274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-takes-over-parties.html' title='Spongebob takes over &amp; Parties!!!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110490175813408816</id><published>2005-01-04T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:09:18.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80's queen is dethroned *sigh*</title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all you need to know that my first ever e-mail address was:  &lt;a href="mailto:Pascha_80squeen@hotmail.com"&gt;Pascha_80squeen@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;  I can still get stuff there, but I started getting too much JUNK and got new ones.  Yes, I have multiple for different things to get sent to dif. addresses.  Anyway, that doesn't matter.  I have always been the 80's Queen until yesterday!  &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ammie&lt;/a&gt;, my sis-in-law/bestfriend sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.yetanotherdot.com/asp/80s.html"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; to my e-mail.  While her intentions may have been good, the following is the reply she later got in HER e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING:  Please take the quiz first before reading on, I give some stuff away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ammie,&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you suck! I knew almost every song, BUT could not get the lyrics right! My brain IS mush, you know. Second, I am a moron and said I was born before Woodstock! Der-der! I got a 48% and it said I wasn't really from the 80's! Hello? People? I AM the 80's queen! Then, to top it all off, Chris took it and got a 93.5% saying he is an 80's rock god or something like that! He effing sucks! Just because he spelled Billie Jean right ( I said Billy Jean, so it was wrong) and he got 10 pts for knowing "warm smell of colitas rising up through the air" They said he was god for knowing this! Some of the ones I missed I was just yelling at the computer! And what really sucks is the whole time I was taking the test, I was like, "I rock! I know all these!" But Noooooo! Alas, I was shot down. I hang my head in shame. There was only 1 song that I did not know, and that was the invisible man sleeping in my bed song. What is that? I know every other song, but I can't get the dang lyrics right! I think I will be pissed for a week! Thanks, Ammie. Thanks a lot! Love,&lt;br /&gt;Pascha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I leave you with this:  She may have hit me with (her) best shot but I am still a maniac, a maniac on the floor and (I'm) dancing like (I've) never danced before.  I wore a raspberry beret as she cut me like a knife and if you see me walking by and the tears are in my eyes, look away.  But just know that I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110490175813408816?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.yetanotherdot.com/asp/80s.html' title='The 80&apos;s queen is dethroned *sigh*'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110490175813408816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110490175813408816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110490175813408816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110490175813408816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/80s-queen-is-dethroned-sigh.html' title='The 80&apos;s queen is dethroned *sigh*'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110482310994745532</id><published>2005-01-04T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:18:29.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Mice</title><content type='html'>I hear the scratching again.  And the chewing.  And more scratching.  Yes, I have mice or maybe just mouse.  Before we bought our house, it was being remodeled and mice were in the attic.  I found this out AFTER we moved in!  I had just moved from a house where mice, from the field behind us, had sought refuse from the cold in our kitchen pantry!  Then, I buy a house and they are there, too!  Every time I think they are finally gone, I hear another one!  I don't like the idea of having to kill them, because they can be cute.  (I know, I am crazy or something)  But then whenever I have to wash another drawer full of Lydia's clothes because I find a little present was left on her sleeper, I am screaming, "Die, Fucker, Die!!!"  Pardon my language, but that is how I feel!  Anyway, the one I keep hearing is actually IN the wall.  I hope it's stuck in there and dies and rots!  But I don't want to smell anything!  I know this isn't exactly the "look on the bright side" type of thing I said this site was going to be, but I just needed to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand the violence of the following nursery rhyme:&lt;br /&gt;"Three blind mice, three blind mice.  See how they run,  see how they run.  They all ran after the farmer's wife, she cut off their tails with a carving knife.  Did you ever see such a sight in your life as three blind mice?"  She should have cut off their heads, instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;~Pascha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110482310994745532?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110482310994745532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110482310994745532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110482310994745532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110482310994745532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/chasing-mice.html' title='Chasing Mice'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110472957038799064</id><published>2005-01-02T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:32:55.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/640/pics%20for%20work%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/320/pics%20for%20work%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride." This is Parker a year and a half ago! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I am learning how to add pics.  Hello from Picasa is what I used, but I added them 1 at a time, so they listed as separate posts.  It's pretty cool, though because it does everything for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110472957038799064?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110472957038799064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110472957038799064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472957038799064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472957038799064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/playing-with-pics.html' title='Playing with pics'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110472930634204352</id><published>2005-01-02T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:39:13.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/640/4CFK5631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/320/4CFK5631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't she lovely?  Isn't she wonderful?" &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110472930634204352?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110472930634204352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110472930634204352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472930634204352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472930634204352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/isnt-she-lovely-isnt-she-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110472928093163571</id><published>2005-01-02T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:14:40.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/640/4APE2936.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/2840/320/4APE2936.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up people?  This is Lydia, my chunky munky!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110472928093163571?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110472928093163571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110472928093163571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472928093163571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110472928093163571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-up-people-this-is-lydia-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110469385598751816</id><published>2005-01-02T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:29:34.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>There are some things I'm addicted to and not afraid to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popcorn! Gotta love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coke. My husband's co-workers refer to my "drinking problem" if I'm having a caffeine fit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool Ranch Doritos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;craft and decorating shows on &lt;a href="http://www.diy.net"&gt;DIY&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com"&gt;HGTV&lt;/a&gt; , or &lt;a href="http://www.discovery.com/tlc"&gt;TLC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt; on ABC. Man, I can't help it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dancing while driving . . . people sure do look at me funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there are things my SON is addicted to. Some I don't mind, others . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spongebob! I don't blame him, it's hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coke. This is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candy! Candy! and more Candy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telling me, in public, when my daughter starts to cry, "Lydia wants to chew your boobs." Nice, very nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulling his little body part through the opening of his underwear and saying, "Look, mommy, it's my pee pee!" Why &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; my husband show him that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there's a little bit of insight into my life. Ahh, the joys of motherhood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, gotta go. There's a craft show on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Pascha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110469385598751816?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110469385598751816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110469385598751816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110469385598751816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110469385598751816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9891047.post-110463096564603732</id><published>2005-01-01T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:30:41.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ever heard the phrase, "They walk to the beat of a different drummer"? Well, I have my own disco ball and mix-master d.j.! I &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;to be optimistic about pretty much everything and that is what this site is for. Looking on the bright side of things. Taking time to enjoy life. Noticing the little things. Paying attention to that song playing in your head and dancing to the tune without caring who is watching. "Life's a dance. You learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quoting music lyrics will be a regular occurrence. Feel free to join in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I am a 30-something mom of 2. Parker is my 2 1/2 yr. old crazy baby boy, and Lydia is my almost 4 month old sweet little soon to be crazy baby girl. I am not the strictest of parents; I'm not letting them set the house on fire, but I don't care if they jump on the furniture. I figure if they aren't having fun, how can I be having fun? And enjoying life is what it's all about, right? I have a B.A. in Psychology, although I can't seem to remember half the stuff I learned. Having kids warps your brain, man! I like to talk psychology, so you may see that here a lot as well. My name is Pascha, hence the name of my site. Pascha means leader which has fit really well until lately. I've been copying my &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingmommy.blogspot.com"&gt;best friend/sis-in-law &lt;/a&gt;.  She keeps doing things that I decide I want to do, like this blog for instance. I hope she doesn't mind, I see someone dancing to a good song and I want to join in, ya know? I hope I enjoy this blogging as much as she does. And I hope others enjoy it as well. I really don't know what I am doing, but that's all part of learning, huh? I've got some sewing to do, so I'll see ya later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~Pascha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9891047-110463096564603732?l=partypascha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/feeds/110463096564603732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9891047&amp;postID=110463096564603732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110463096564603732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9891047/posts/default/110463096564603732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partypascha.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-party.html' title='Welcome to the Party!'/><author><name>Party Pascha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15554702038429988296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LaXwxdzk07w/R75M3ZF8oGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AE9K5FZM1g0/S220/IMG_1650cropped.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
