<?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-2007627193237585328</id><updated>2012-01-21T10:59:45.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>701</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7228996228986967285</id><published>2012-01-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:59:45.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF Contest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, after getting my score of 38/40 for my BFF contest, as mentioned, I was just happy that I didn't bite the big one. &amp;nbsp;And it wasn't the lowest score. &amp;nbsp;ROFL! &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know it's just a title for a contest, but for my competitive friends, I think you'll get it...just wanting to be the best/top. &amp;nbsp;WIN. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had forwarded the link to a couple of people to show my score. &amp;nbsp;And yep, 38/40. &amp;nbsp;I got comments like, "O, I would have given you straight 10s" or "a 9 for friendliness?! &amp;nbsp;Craziness!" &amp;nbsp;All sweet comments indeed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I had this one friend make fun of me..."you got 40/40! &amp;nbsp;That's perfect! &amp;nbsp;How much of a higher score is there?" &amp;nbsp;ROFL! &amp;nbsp;I thought she was crazy but now I had to look. &amp;nbsp;&lt;snicker&gt; &amp;nbsp;Sure enough, 40/40. &amp;nbsp;Even my husband had a good laugh about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;Maybe she had a change in heart when I gave her straight 10s. &amp;nbsp;ROFL! &amp;nbsp;I must have guilted her into giving me a perfect score and not realized it. &amp;nbsp; I'll take it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;Well, she's got 5 more dates and let's see what happens!!&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;snicker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/snicker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7228996228986967285?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7228996228986967285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7228996228986967285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7228996228986967285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7228996228986967285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/bff-contest-update.html' title='BFF Contest Update'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8468625484632517143</id><published>2012-01-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:28:46.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been a long time listener of 95.3.  It's a good station and I get what I need from it.  One of the shows I really enjoy is the afternoon show with Kiah and Tara Jean.  They have this awesome chemistry, they're funny and seem to always get themselves in trouble.  I follow them on Facebook just to see what they're up to.  A couple of weeks back, I saw a post for Tara Jean looking for a new BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the ad if you're interested:http://vancouver.virginradio.ca/TaraJeanNeedsABFF.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have always adored Tara Jean.  I think she's stinking funny and pretty down to earth.  And I really wanted to meet her...so yes, I entered the contest to hopefully be one of her 10 dates in 10 days.  But I didn't hear anything back so I thought I was out of the running.  Fair enough, lots of interesting people out there and maybe my set of frienship skills isn't what she was looking for.  Granted, it was Kiah who was doing all the choosing.  But I thought, good for me for entering because at least I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fast forward to yesterday.  I was in the car checking my Twitter account...yes, killing a couple of minutes before I went to the restaurant that I was meeting friends at.  And there were some tweets on Twitter by Tara Jean about this contest.  So I sent a tweet back asking her if all the contestants had been chosen.  She answered no, but asked if I entered. &amp;nbsp;I tweeted her back saying I did, I wanted to be Scrabble buddies and asked Kiah (who was also part of the tweet) to pick me!  Seriously...what did I have to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because I was short listed for next week (I didn't know that) and there was a cancellation suddenly, I ended up going today to meet Tara Jean!  SWEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I was getting ready to head down to Edible Canada, I started getting nervous.  Ummm...I didn't quite realize that "scores" were put up on the website.  And I had forgotten that she gets to review me and I get to review her on air.  Everybody who listens to the station hears about it.  EEEEK.  What if she HATES me and I end up looking like a tool?!  I'll never find any new friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course I checked out the previous scores of previous dates.  Dang.  They got HIGH scores.  This could be very bad for me.  But hey, I just told myself to suck it up because I was going and I was going to meet someone I've always wanted to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I made it down and got the restaurant early.  Decided I was going to study the menu.  Yep...pick a food that I wouldn't embarass myself eating.  And before I knew it, she showed up and conversation ensued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a good laugh about her picking menu items.  I didn't realize she wasn't a red meat eater.  At least she had options at this restaurant...one one of her previous dates, she ended up going to Chop Steakhouse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, she wasn't sure about the duck fat fries.  Heck, I ordered the fish and chips meal because it HAD the duck fat fries on the side.  So I just told her to try it...if she hated it, no big loss to her.  But if she liked it, she could always order more.  These were the food items we ended up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyCYNACgRGU/Txji5jvfdEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q0IyBSq20s0/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyCYNACgRGU/Txji5jvfdEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q0IyBSq20s0/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fish and Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rice flour tempura, sesame cilantro coleslaw, crispy duck fat frites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXnDkNiXQqA/Txji9HRnCoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5Y4UyYS4ZpI/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXnDkNiXQqA/Txji9HRnCoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5Y4UyYS4ZpI/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Creme Brulee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Infused with Chai Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5--nAcz1Pk/Txji-lwr-HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BLiPsZbpfi0/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5--nAcz1Pk/Txji-lwr-HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BLiPsZbpfi0/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can't remember what this one was...but chocolate something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How well did I do? &amp;nbsp;Well, I probably won't end up her bff...but I didn't stink up the joint and embarrass myself. &amp;nbsp;That's always a plus. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vancouver.virginradio.ca/Channels/TaraJeanNeedsABFF/story.aspx?ID=1641901"&gt;http://vancouver.virginradio.ca/Channels/TaraJeanNeedsABFF/story.aspx?ID=1641901&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The radio interview will be up soon at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vancouver.virginradio.ca/Blog/BFF/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10337007"&gt;http://vancouver.virginradio.ca/Blog/BFF/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10337007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At least the portion I heard on the radio today, she thought I was funny, she had a great time and good chemistry. &amp;nbsp; I had a really good time and I got a chance to try out a new restaurant. &amp;nbsp;Overall, really great conversation about a ton of stuff with a person I've never met before, great experience and so glad I did it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, what am I going to try next? &amp;nbsp;=) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8468625484632517143?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8468625484632517143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8468625484632517143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8468625484632517143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8468625484632517143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyCYNACgRGU/Txji5jvfdEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q0IyBSq20s0/s72-c/IMG_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2092649742520440841</id><published>2012-01-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:57:38.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, the snow came...and thankfully, it didn't get in the way of my weekend.  I'm all for snow...on the mountains.  No need for it to be on the road!Anyways, Saturdays are always busy with lessons.  Swimming and Mandarin for the kids.  And it just takes pretty much the whole day because of the location of activities and the length of them.  But I didn't have to miss taking my kids to lessons because of the snow.  That's good.Sunday was a fairly busy one.  Bit of clean up before we headed off to Toys R Us.  One of my kids will be celebrating their birthday soon and she wanted us to take her to the toy store so she could choose her own gift.  Fine by me!  But we had to build enough time in there so she didn't feel rushed.  She chose a number of packs of these toys called Moshlings.   Well...she taught us how to look for ultra rare characters even though they were covered and they were supposed to be secret.  LOL!  The whole family spent 1/2 hour looking for these ultra rares.  Whatever.  She was happy.Then it was off to Timbuktu...or more like Whonnack.  Holy smokes...in the middle of nowhere...but the family had to head out that way to attend a good bye party.  &lt;sigh&gt;  This lovely family is moving to Calgary and it was their send off.  And I wouldn't have missed it...this family really is lovely.  But better yet, their whole extended family is amazing.  I got to catch up with all of them and share so many stories.  I find it so ironic because I know these people more than my husband does...and he's the one that introduced me to his friend that belongs to this family.  So, some tears, lots of laughs, some great fun with the family...all around lovely weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2092649742520440841?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2092649742520440841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2092649742520440841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2092649742520440841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2092649742520440841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6798254896062855352</id><published>2012-01-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:10:11.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness</title><content type='html'>I really believe in being mindful and present.  This could be while having a conversation with someone, appreciating a place or just a moment in time.  But you can't be mindful all the time.  For me, I tend not to be very mindful when I'm listening to music!  One of my favourite songs right now is Carly Rae Jepsen's new song called Call Me Maybe.  It's a pick up tune, it's fun, it's pop, it's just cute and awesome!  So think about me loving this song, singing to it while I'm driving and trying to do a right hand turn.  Yes, I'm checking traffic...singing this song...and not noticing the guy's car in the next lane.  And I'm totally mouthing the lyrics:Hey, I just met you,and this is crazy,but here's my number,so call me, maybe?Yeah.  He was lip reading.  Yeah.  He thought I was talking to him.  Because, that's just me...constantly telling guys to call me.  Poor guy.  I probably frightened him away.  Oh well, let's just say I'm glad he couldn't see my embarrassment afterwards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6798254896062855352?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6798254896062855352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6798254896062855352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6798254896062855352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6798254896062855352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/mindfulness.html' title='Mindfulness'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2783333232274380021</id><published>2012-01-09T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:05:21.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Website...Again!</title><content type='html'>Well, I really enjoyed the dynamic version of this website.  I liked how photos could be separated, I liked the flipboard approach...but for a number of reasons, I've had to go back to a more static version of this website.  However, I felt that a change was still needed.  And maybe I'm feeling like I need some blue sky...so I went with more a blue themed type of background.  It will do for now. And the blue makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2783333232274380021?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2783333232274380021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2783333232274380021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2783333232274380021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2783333232274380021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/change-of-websiteagain.html' title='Change of Website...Again!'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2035097351224297654</id><published>2012-01-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:49:24.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketplace</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I watched a taped episode of Marketplace.  It's a CBC show that does have merit.  However, I don't watch it often because I really can't stand most of the hosts.  But tonight's episode was about Canada's stores with the worst customer service.  They ended up being Zellers, Canadian Tire, and Walmart.  Well, I can definitely agree with Zellers and Walmart.  I don't go to those stores for customer service, I go there for the best price in something.  But even then, sometimes I have to think about going.  Canadian Tire has been hit and miss with me.  But fortunately, I've found some folks there that are actually helpful.  I have to admit I didn't last through the program because watching it was so brutal.  I've had bad enough experiences that I don't need to see someone else's bad experiences.  UGH.  And seriously CBC, change the hosts on Marketplace.  Yes, some of them are THAT bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2035097351224297654?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2035097351224297654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2035097351224297654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2035097351224297654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2035097351224297654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/marketplace.html' title='Marketplace'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7374751870262489306</id><published>2012-01-07T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:32:47.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Coins</title><content type='html'>Every type of industry has a season.  Right now, it's wedding fair season.  All the ads are about wedding fairs.  Yes, I've been to those, but no need to go those anymore.  And for whatever reason, I've started to notice that it seems to be gold coin season.  I don't know how many ads I've seen selling gold coins.  There are ones to &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneaglecoin.com/"&gt;buy gold coins at Golden Eagle&lt;/a&gt; or ones from the mint.  I've even seen them on FB (seriously, what keywords am I putting in to get these types of ads?).I haven't had the time to look into gold coins.  And hey, I'd probably look at it if gold takes a big dive and I buy low.  So I'll just look at the pretty coins at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7374751870262489306?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7374751870262489306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7374751870262489306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7374751870262489306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7374751870262489306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/gold-coins.html' title='Gold Coins'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6799762797449523204</id><published>2012-01-07T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:26:11.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log Houses</title><content type='html'>Remember that old toy that uses "logs" to build a log house?!  I loved that pioneer toy, whatever it was called.  I would just continue to build upwards and never really put a roof on it.  And I got a chance to play with it recently, and yep...I kept building the base of the house but didn't bother putting a roof on it.  I got to put some fake &lt;a href="http://www.logfurnitureplace.com/"&gt;log furniture&lt;/a&gt; in it too.  I'm older now so I see the purpose of furniture besides using it to climb on. Oh, nostalgia.  Gosh...I'm getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6799762797449523204?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6799762797449523204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6799762797449523204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6799762797449523204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6799762797449523204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/log-houses.html' title='Log Houses'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5534486381077301032</id><published>2012-01-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:18:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools</title><content type='html'>I need to clean out a number of drawers in the house.  Actually, I need to do some better cleaning on certain parts of the house.  Life just gets busy.  Work and kids, well, it doesn't leave a lot of time for other things.  However, having a clean house is a first world problem.  And if that's the worst of things, well, it's nothing to complain about.Having said that, I have implemented a special 5 minute clean up each day.  After all that needs to be done in a given day, I give 5 minutes to a very certain area and clean it.  It really is the mad dash of cleaning.  With only 5 minutes, I don't have much time to think which is good.  Well, after doing a couple of days of 5 minute clean ups, I realize, I have many more 5 minute days ahead of me.  But oooo...I have found more than 1 &lt;a href="http://www.martorusa.com/"&gt;box cutter&lt;/a&gt;, an extra bag of stuff to recycle, clothes that can be given to charity....and the list goes on.  So still lots ahead to do, but I feel like I'm making some headway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5534486381077301032?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5534486381077301032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5534486381077301032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5534486381077301032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5534486381077301032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/tools.html' title='Tools'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8789082606952791151</id><published>2012-01-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:06:31.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Lives</title><content type='html'>I recently got back in touch with an old high school bud.  I haven't seen him in years, but when we got together again, it was as if it was just yesterday.  So cool.  But his life is so different from mine and I am constantly awed by his life.  He's extremely athletic having won some medals in some BC Games.  I'm sure he could have gone on to the Olympics but he wasn't that interested.  He loves the outdoors.  He lives in the middle of no-where and loves it.  The one thing we do have in common is our love for travelling.  However, he is single and can go whenever he wants to.  And so I had a good laugh when he said that he was going to go canoeing in the Amazon.  You know, anybody else I'd have to question it.  With this guy, I'm not because I know he's going to do it.  Oh, the adventures this man has been through compared to my life.  So different from mine.  Yet, I couldn't imagine a different life for him.  So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8789082606952791151?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8789082606952791151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8789082606952791151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8789082606952791151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8789082606952791151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/different-lives.html' title='Different Lives'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-699660412854723194</id><published>2012-01-01T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:56:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New View</title><content type='html'>With the start of a new year, I thought I'd try a different look for the blog.  This new version has many different ways of reading the blog.  I tend to like the sidebar and the flipboard option.  But see what works for you!  The content is the same.  But I just found that the constant scrolling was just not a lot of fun.  I figured with the options given on the top left, you can find a way to read the blog that suits you.  best.  So if you have a preference or have comments about the changes, let me know.  I mean, I know that all 9 of you...heck maybe only 7 of you now have so much to say to me about how I structure my blog.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-699660412854723194?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/699660412854723194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=699660412854723194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/699660412854723194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/699660412854723194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-view.html' title='New View'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3508835046184191774</id><published>2012-01-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:48:18.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hard to believe another year is upon us! &amp;nbsp;Happy 2012! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Most years, we spend it with friends out in the boonies. &amp;nbsp;But that's because they all have families too and finding a family friendly event that doesn't cost a ton of money and has the space to house THAT many kids is difficult. &amp;nbsp;But my friend has a great place and basically has a whole floor for kids to play in. &amp;nbsp;So it's perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But this year, we spent New Year's Eve with basically the same people but in a different location. &amp;nbsp;This year it was in Harrison Hot Springs! &amp;nbsp;Not the most glamourous place as I always see it as a seniors place. &amp;nbsp;But we were at my friend's parents place out there and it's a stunning house. &amp;nbsp;It's about a 5 minute walk to the beach, tons of room, and just perfect for get togethers. &amp;nbsp;I've been there before but it was especially nice to be celebrating there this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tons of food, great friends to just chill with and the kids all got along fine as they do every year. &amp;nbsp; At 12 midnight, all the kids took their noisemakers (we're talking pots and pans, bowls, bells and whatever else that could clang) outside to bring in the new year. &amp;nbsp;Lots of hugs and kisses for everybody. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Such a simple night but filled with lots of fun, laughter and love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As we all stayed over, we all got to spend our New Year's Day with each other too. &amp;nbsp;We all chipped in to make breakfast and help with the kids. &amp;nbsp;I cooked and washed dishes because their stove is to die for and I love &amp;nbsp;washing dishes (not enough to come over and do yours though). &amp;nbsp;And as usual, the conversation was awesome because they are just awesome people. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After breakfast, we all went down to the beach to let the kids run off some steam. &amp;nbsp; They diverted streams, played with sticks and rocks, played whatever crazy games they thought up...it was awesome. &amp;nbsp;And of course we had to watch the crazy people do their Polar Bear swim. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, done that before and no need to repeat it. &amp;nbsp;But we cheered these people on...just thankful that none of us had to do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So a completely chill night and day with some great friends. &amp;nbsp;Couldn't have asked for a better evening. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year and best wishes to all of you in 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3508835046184191774?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3508835046184191774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3508835046184191774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3508835046184191774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3508835046184191774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='Happy 2012!'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3385417104293415930</id><published>2012-01-01T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:35:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Hula Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello! &amp;nbsp;I'm lovingly referred to as Hula Girl, but my real name is Nafisa! &amp;nbsp;I've been asked to be a guest blogger on here for my recent trip to Hawaii! &amp;nbsp;Oh, it was just lovely! &amp;nbsp; But let me tell you a little bit about myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was born in Hawaii. &amp;nbsp;In fact, my grass patch shows the word Hawaii. It's a sign of authenticity. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not know my real age but I know that I've been taken care of by many loving families. &amp;nbsp;Each one very special. &amp;nbsp;I've watched children grow, I've been with the elderly and I've watched the world change. &amp;nbsp;The one thing that wasn't so pleasant was when my arm was broken. &amp;nbsp;My one family at that time was fixing the fireplace and basically with all the banging and movement, I fell! &amp;nbsp;But nothing a little Krazy Glue couldn't fix. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And from that last family, I made my way into a new family by way of a prank. &amp;nbsp;If you've been reading this blog, you'll know that I was hidden, captured, locked up and sought after. &amp;nbsp;It was very funny! &amp;nbsp;And what a fun way to start my new adventures with my new family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I must say, I have had a lovely time with my newest family. &amp;nbsp;They have taken great care of me. &amp;nbsp;The kids just love me and helped me get packed for the this Hawaiian trip. &amp;nbsp;The mother has treated me like her own child! &amp;nbsp;She never lets me out of her sight and ensures that I enjoy adventures as much as possible. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now that you have my background, in my next blog, I will give you highlights of my Hawaii trip. &amp;nbsp;The trip was so much fun! &amp;nbsp;In fact, it was so much fun, the mother has asked that I come back to write future blogs. &amp;nbsp;I already have my next adventure planned. &amp;nbsp;I will even share a family secret with you in those future entries! &amp;nbsp;But you'll just have to wait for it. &amp;nbsp;Until then, read up on Hawaii. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aloha to you all and mahalo to my newest ohana. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3385417104293415930?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3385417104293415930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3385417104293415930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3385417104293415930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3385417104293415930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/travelling-hula-girl.html' title='Travelling Hula Girl'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-386043117831648884</id><published>2012-01-01T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:33:42.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aloha again! &amp;nbsp;Here's a quick synopsis of my trip to Waikiki with my newest family! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My poor "mom." &amp;nbsp;She was so stressed trying to get to the airport on time. &amp;nbsp;I kept saying, "don't worry! &amp;nbsp;Planes fly Hawaiian time." &amp;nbsp;Little did I know that they do not...they actually fly on time! &amp;nbsp; But we got there in plenty of time. &amp;nbsp;It had been so long since I had flown, I wanted a picture with me at the departure gate desk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag45p3Fp0XI/Tv1LQKxAVfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W9VOeXbplY/s1600/DSCN1137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag45p3Fp0XI/Tv1LQKxAVfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W9VOeXbplY/s320/DSCN1137.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some of the travellers on this trip with me! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rycI4RmTS3k/Tv1LViY-qkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HBzUGPiDTWE/s1600/DSCN1143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rycI4RmTS3k/Tv1LViY-qkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HBzUGPiDTWE/s320/DSCN1143.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8A1Ljulvbw/Tv1LS6ERNvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xjf27hzNCIg/s1600/DSCN1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8A1Ljulvbw/Tv1LS6ERNvI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xjf27hzNCIg/s320/DSCN1142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These two were especially cute. &amp;nbsp;I was safe and sound in their hands. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR3PJjlDWP4/Tv1LYHCtL4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/WSYQe8TK2yM/s1600/DSCN1144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR3PJjlDWP4/Tv1LYHCtL4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/WSYQe8TK2yM/s320/DSCN1144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'n not sure why the youngest girl of the family looking so odd in this picture. &amp;nbsp; She must be having some stress issues too! &amp;nbsp;Just like her mom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We got on the flight just fine but it was a long flight. &amp;nbsp;We got there quite late so no pictures of me on the flight. &amp;nbsp;But what I can say is that the food was terrible and overpriced. &amp;nbsp;Bleh. &amp;nbsp;Couldn't wait for some real food in Hawaii. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the neatest adventures I had was at the Lagoon! &amp;nbsp;Oh, so pretty and zen. &amp;nbsp;I had forgotten how gorgeous the &lt;strike&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt; view could be. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ust look at the background! &amp;nbsp;The calm water and blue sky. &amp;nbsp;AWESOME. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_ilUvPF5d4/Tv1LdkjS4UI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hSE9mjfjsaU/s1600/DSCN1225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_ilUvPF5d4/Tv1LdkjS4UI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hSE9mjfjsaU/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not my bestest angle, but I was looking out towards the beach.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Again, the beautiful view of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;blue water. &amp;nbsp;Really a site to behold. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1gMWwVaRsw/Tv1LgK5LaKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WQl9y1MyzMs/s1600/DSCN1227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1gMWwVaRsw/Tv1LgK5LaKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WQl9y1MyzMs/s320/DSCN1227.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hang ten baby! &amp;nbsp;No trip to Hawaii is complete with a little surfing time. &amp;nbsp;SWEET. Caught a couple of great waves! &amp;nbsp;But paddling was really difficult with my small arms. &amp;nbsp; But I managed and it was totally worth it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1doG4I56uME/TwEfh1F_z4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/uPkV2cRV09M/s1600/DSCN1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1doG4I56uME/TwEfh1F_z4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/uPkV2cRV09M/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After some surfing time, &amp;nbsp;I wanted to join in on the family activities which included playing in the sand! &amp;nbsp; I'm the Queen of the mountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YtbFjwR0tl0/Tv1LoDJCwnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yyvAjryuAS0/s1600/DSCN1254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YtbFjwR0tl0/Tv1LoDJCwnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yyvAjryuAS0/s320/DSCN1254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Though, I think the kids built a moat around me so I couldn't run away. &amp;nbsp;That was one deep moat. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkA5TVhJ9n0/Tv1LlQ-CGEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mu0zO0UPGqU/s1600/DSCN1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkA5TVhJ9n0/Tv1LlQ-CGEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mu0zO0UPGqU/s320/DSCN1253.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CayEitvGkYo/Tv1LqxXAeCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PTGViDLdWuI/s1600/DSCN1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CayEitvGkYo/Tv1LqxXAeCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PTGViDLdWuI/s320/DSCN1285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oooo...perched up off the ground. &amp;nbsp;The only problem is that birds think I'm food! &amp;nbsp; They keep circling me! &amp;nbsp;Shoo and don't poop on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2tYavIuzpIM/Tv1LtVYZUEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eQmv79yYwZM/s1600/DSCN1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2tYavIuzpIM/Tv1LtVYZUEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eQmv79yYwZM/s320/DSCN1286.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Time for some more sand play! &amp;nbsp;I just love the feel of it in my feet. &amp;nbsp;Not sure if I could count on the kidlets to build something that could save me from the elements though. &amp;nbsp;I mean really! &amp;nbsp;Look at how spaced out these columns are! &amp;nbsp; Tsk, tsk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piO_wueUHWs/Tv1Lv7qylOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mZk7bvA8SDs/s1600/DSCN1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piO_wueUHWs/Tv1Lv7qylOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mZk7bvA8SDs/s320/DSCN1287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to snorkel but just couldn't find the right sized equipment. &amp;nbsp;Guess the market for hula girl sized snorkel sets is very small. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;The kids seemed to be having a ton of fun in the water checking out fish, but I guess I'll have to sit this adventure out. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Oh, finally some time to just mellow in the warm sand. &amp;nbsp;Being buried allowed the heat to really penetrate my body and help me with my sore muscles from surfing and sand time. &amp;nbsp; Ahhhhh. &amp;nbsp;Being a hula girl isn't easy. &amp;nbsp; =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSevi3U3dpY/Tv1LimRPxoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1LmZ_p-Of24/s1600/DSCN1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSevi3U3dpY/Tv1LimRPxoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1LmZ_p-Of24/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Next cool memory, the Dole Plantation! &amp;nbsp;Check out the cool trees in the back. &amp;nbsp;That one with the sign is a mango tree. &amp;nbsp;Those sure are good! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqZybIyqJE0/Tv1Ly8FNepI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EjDIAyDX3Dw/s1600/DSCN1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqZybIyqJE0/Tv1Ly8FNepI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EjDIAyDX3Dw/s320/DSCN1361.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At the Dole Plantation, they have a train tour. &amp;nbsp;Yep, good old train number 18. &amp;nbsp; I got to sit right up front. &amp;nbsp;Sweet view. &amp;nbsp;Though, the birds must have followed me from the beach. &amp;nbsp;They were circling me once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNcCLNg_MQE/Tv1L1lBqW7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/14JgXYuu76Y/s1600/DSCN1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNcCLNg_MQE/Tv1L1lBqW7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/14JgXYuu76Y/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The whole family must have felt some Hawaiian magic that day because they all wanted pictures with me to commemorate the moment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujO2V2JxUzc/Tv1L67maSFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RWj8sdd-5QU/s1600/DSCN1369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujO2V2JxUzc/Tv1L67maSFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RWj8sdd-5QU/s320/DSCN1369.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vMX6-Ol-4/Tv1L4JwQNuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mj4CrbtUQjo/s1600/DSCN1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vMX6-Ol-4/Tv1L4JwQNuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mj4CrbtUQjo/s320/DSCN1368.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Awww...this is one of my favourite pictures of the family! &amp;nbsp;They're all smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6M5acdBO3fg/Tv1L9kZPdLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tJz_LsmI-_g/s1600/DSCN1370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6M5acdBO3fg/Tv1L9kZPdLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tJz_LsmI-_g/s320/DSCN1370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Woman...bring me some food! &amp;nbsp;Ok, I thought about saying that but didn't. &amp;nbsp;My mom would have probably broken my other arm. &amp;nbsp;But she must have read my mind as she brought back some good grub. &amp;nbsp;HI steak. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;SO good. &amp;nbsp;I ate it 4 nights in a row! &amp;nbsp;You bet I ate it all. &amp;nbsp;It's just fundamentally and morally wrong not to finish steak. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNeyGIyKUpQ/Tv1La-FP2eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D1okPWseEh4/s1600/DSCN1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNeyGIyKUpQ/Tv1La-FP2eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D1okPWseEh4/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I &amp;nbsp;missed being with the trees. &amp;nbsp;Though next time, I will remember to bring a hammock. &amp;nbsp;Climbing the trees was was very tiring and my feet kept getting tangled in the roots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfzFFCSsn_4/Tv6bFRzgOeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/25cTr3IidfY/s1600/DSCN1714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfzFFCSsn_4/Tv6bFRzgOeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/25cTr3IidfY/s320/DSCN1714.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsmwSoKxew/Tv6bH7ny4AI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7wywY_3F7Lo/s1600/DSCN1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqsmwSoKxew/Tv6bH7ny4AI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7wywY_3F7Lo/s320/DSCN1726.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hanauma Bay was really neat. &amp;nbsp;The sand was different and felt good. &amp;nbsp;Couldn't head out to the water though...again, no hula girl sized snorkel equipment. &amp;nbsp;And there was lots of coral and it would have cut into my feet. &amp;nbsp;The fish were huge here too! &amp;nbsp;No point in them thinking that I was food. &amp;nbsp;Though, the birds kept watching me thinking I was some big drumstick. &amp;nbsp;They're not very bright. &amp;nbsp;When have they ever seen a drumstick with a hula dress on? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnpTh7LK6S8/Tv-rY9CsQyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XDcjE9LMbQs/s1600/DSCN1638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnpTh7LK6S8/Tv-rY9CsQyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XDcjE9LMbQs/s320/DSCN1638.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAmzxsjRk2g/Tv-rbs8kl1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8H958-b2p-A/s1600/DSCN1639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAmzxsjRk2g/Tv-rbs8kl1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8H958-b2p-A/s320/DSCN1639.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I didn't have any snorkel equipment that could fit me, off to the aquarium. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to see all the fish that my family saw when snorkelling! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Check out some of the pictures of my new found friends too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTpDD1J2Yx8/Tv-reQiFlhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/y3p4GCN1BM0/s1600/DSCN1712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTpDD1J2Yx8/Tv-reQiFlhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/y3p4GCN1BM0/s320/DSCN1712.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Due to the lighting in the aquarium, it was very difficult to take &amp;nbsp;appropriate pictures. &amp;nbsp;But you get the drift. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62D-ry0Q1-E/Tv-rgyDmeoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gSmCd6s5V98/s1600/DSCN1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62D-ry0Q1-E/Tv-rgyDmeoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gSmCd6s5V98/s320/DSCN1713.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OV1T6A00qg0/Tv6bChhp_KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ELlfloF7P3Y/s1600/DSCN1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OV1T6A00qg0/Tv6bChhp_KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ELlfloF7P3Y/s320/DSCN1711.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The drive around the island was great. &amp;nbsp;And how perfect. &amp;nbsp;I really felt like I was in the right place in the right time. &amp;nbsp;I mean, I'm sitting on the dash of the car! &amp;nbsp;Isn't that my purpose in life?! &amp;nbsp;Oh, if you could have seen me hula. &amp;nbsp;Swish, swish, swish. &amp;nbsp;I was totally in my element. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSQhfWuaECQ/Tv6a9V2q5aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MWnn9UufTtU/s1600/DSCN1539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSQhfWuaECQ/Tv6a9V2q5aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MWnn9UufTtU/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Awww...I love this picture...but there is something missing. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, my initials! &amp;nbsp;Everybody was all excited about this tree and the garlic shrimp from this vendor that they forgot about my needs. &amp;nbsp;Ummm...hello? &amp;nbsp;This is a trip for me back to the motherland? &amp;nbsp;Don't I get initials in some tree too? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6V6kD2FsHA/TwEYsbnE6NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EvSQfZXNL5E/s1600/DSCN1557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6V6kD2FsHA/TwEYsbnE6NI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EvSQfZXNL5E/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My favourite memory was being on the beach in the North Shore. &amp;nbsp;The beach was pristine, the water just perfect for surfing, and the sound of the ocean was pure awesomeness. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKbR39S7DzE/Tv6a4H3HfWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jzmBZQswN9g/s1600/DSCN1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKbR39S7DzE/Tv6a4H3HfWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jzmBZQswN9g/s320/DSCN1512.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at those waves coming in. &amp;nbsp;I got to look out and see the incredible view of &lt;strike&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt; waves, mountains and blue sky again. &amp;nbsp;I really can't tire of this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeCoR8lRE8o/Tv6a6s5wZ5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FLenTDqfsk4/s1600/DSCN1514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeCoR8lRE8o/Tv6a6s5wZ5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FLenTDqfsk4/s320/DSCN1514.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And here's the money shot. &amp;nbsp;The bestest memory for me was to have my feet on home soil. &amp;nbsp;There is nothing like it. &amp;nbsp; I will forever be indebted to my new family for taking me back home to visit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTZvAm2SQMA/Tv6a1RjHBQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jI4S3pagRrQ/s1600/DSCN1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTZvAm2SQMA/Tv6a1RjHBQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jI4S3pagRrQ/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-386043117831648884?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/386043117831648884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=386043117831648884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/386043117831648884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/386043117831648884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hawaiian-highlights.html' title='Hawaiian Highlights'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag45p3Fp0XI/Tv1LQKxAVfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W9VOeXbplY/s72-c/DSCN1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-9193397944207299077</id><published>2011-12-27T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:41:34.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, off to &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Specifically &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:place&gt;.It has been about 15 years since I have last gone and I am so excited!&amp;nbsp;The purpose if the trip is really to surprise my mother in law. &amp;nbsp;Shehas always wanted a family trip. &amp;nbsp;My father in law started to plan forthis surprise last year!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our flight was out of &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Bellingham&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &amp;nbsp;From out house, maybe a 1/2hour drive or so. &amp;nbsp;But because it was the Thanksgiving long weekend, I wasreally worried about border line ups. &amp;nbsp;But out flight was at 5:40pm.&amp;nbsp;I thought I was going to barf because we didn't end up leaving the houseuntil 2:30pm!!! &amp;nbsp;My husband calls me a nervous traveller. &amp;nbsp;When itcomes to border line ups and catching a flight....yes, I can be very nervous. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good part is that we got there in plentyof time. &amp;nbsp;Since it was such a small airport, very quick to get throughsecurity. We met my brother in law (hubby's brother), sister and law and nephewthere and all travelled together. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We got to &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; just fine at about midnight.&amp;nbsp;And really, day 1 wasn't very exciting as that was our travel day.&amp;nbsp;Yes, we probably could have caught an earlier flight from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;...but that wouldhave cost an additional $450 per person. &amp;nbsp;Granted, we were very fortunatewe did not have to pay for this, but still...for the father in law, that is ahuge savings!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off to the hotel we went. And if you'vebeen there, you know that even "new" is old. &amp;nbsp;Our hotel was noexception.&amp;nbsp; But it was old enough whereyou could tell the hotel was originally only 17 floors.&amp;nbsp; We were on the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But you had to take the elevator to the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;floor and then walk up 2 flights of stairs to get to the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp; OMG.&amp;nbsp;Can you imagine?&amp;nbsp; In the middle ofthe night with 3 tired children and luggage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But it doesn’t matter because we were in &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-9193397944207299077?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/9193397944207299077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=9193397944207299077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9193397944207299077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9193397944207299077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hawaii-day-1.html' title='Hawaii - Day 1'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3801815551105342360</id><published>2011-12-27T20:55:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:14:14.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wow. &amp;nbsp;Everybody was on Pacific time.&amp;nbsp;The 3 kids were up by 5:40 Hawaiian time which is really 7:40am pacific.&amp;nbsp;Ummm....remember we didn't get in until midnight??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The 6 of us knew today would be a"get grounded day." &amp;nbsp;I went out to get breakfast for all of us.&amp;nbsp;Some of us were starving, some were still sleeping. &amp;nbsp;Figured I wasgoing to eat to avoid anger from low blood sugar and snapping at someone!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I also went to the Food pantry across thestreet to get groceries and snacks. &amp;nbsp;This store was a complete lifesaveras &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; isnot cheap and being able o buy snacks and groceries and store them in the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ridge in the hotel room made a hugefinancial savings.&amp;nbsp; Though, it was quiteamusing to see some of the prices for items totally jacked up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Close to $10 for a gallon of milk? Close to$8 for bagels?&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Totally jacked up.&amp;nbsp; But soon as you went to another brand, theywere decent prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoQq1h9eGY/Tv1IbNby68I/AAAAAAAAAU0/79sBm0A3NeM/s1600/IMG_1180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoQq1h9eGY/Tv1IbNby68I/AAAAAAAAAU0/79sBm0A3NeM/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2irPXcq3NeU/Tv1IcEkzxHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cnU3jyHo4iE/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2irPXcq3NeU/Tv1IcEkzxHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cnU3jyHo4iE/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I spotted spam sushi. &amp;nbsp;Had to try it. &amp;nbsp;Let's say that I tried it and I'm good at that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGva9XfIP1M/Tv1ImvPnH5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7eXvKSvFYU/s1600/IMG_1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGva9XfIP1M/Tv1ImvPnH5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7eXvKSvFYU/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had access to a free trolley to getaround town which was a great perk. &amp;nbsp;All 7 of us decided we would take it,get the lay of the land and stop off in a couple of places. &amp;nbsp; Went downthe strip and took a shopping break at Ala Moana mall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Woo hoo!&amp;nbsp;Disney store was there.&amp;nbsp; I gotmyself a Disney Christmas ornament.&amp;nbsp;Stitch in an Elvis suit.&amp;nbsp; And it’sperfect because every ornament on my trip has a story.&amp;nbsp; This ornament will remind me of my time in &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!&amp;nbsp; My husband was in shopping heaven.&amp;nbsp; I actually took a break and hung out with thekids.&amp;nbsp; They had these huge pools of koithere.&amp;nbsp; Holy smokes.&amp;nbsp; Some were at least 20 pounds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We must have watched these kois for 45minutes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But they kids were lovingit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVyw3Q4-Tmg/Tvqh-NOnZNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-jndFSCWpdQ/s1600/DSCN1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVyw3Q4-Tmg/Tvqh-NOnZNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-jndFSCWpdQ/s320/DSCN1152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These ones were the small koi and you really can't understand the size of these things in this picture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On the remainder of the trolley tour, wedecided we would get off early to stop off at the beach.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time my kids have seen atropical beach and they were thrilled!! &amp;nbsp;Blue water, warm, clear and just awesomesand.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to hop right in. &amp;nbsp;But it was getting late and the sun was goingto set soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m1aXk_HqaY/TvqiQSqfXwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b8039k5kce0/s1600/DSCN1190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m1aXk_HqaY/TvqiQSqfXwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b8039k5kce0/s320/DSCN1190.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So we opted to get them a shaved ice.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; They were in heaven! &amp;nbsp;And look at the size of these things! &amp;nbsp;They were like the size of my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_slLo2_IEd0/TvqivW-PSDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RplFdojoxik/s1600/DSCN1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_slLo2_IEd0/TvqivW-PSDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RplFdojoxik/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And just like that, the day wasover.&amp;nbsp; Everybody was extremely pooped, but it was a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxoQq1h9eGY/Tv1IbNby68I/AAAAAAAAAU0/79sBm0A3NeM/s72-c/IMG_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4691515442384876337</id><published>2011-12-27T20:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:39:37.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We woke up to another beautiful sunrise!&amp;nbsp;I love having breakfast with the beautiful view and warmth. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What agreat way to wake up! &amp;nbsp; I decided to just keep to Pacific time so I couldwake up each day seeing the sun rise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRtqS99LDe8/TvqlqvU2eZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Q-OOKXFXe_A/s1600/DSCN1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRtqS99LDe8/TvqlqvU2eZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Q-OOKXFXe_A/s320/DSCN1146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My little family unit decided that wewould head off to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Hanauma&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; today.&amp;nbsp; I was up and ready but everybody seemed to beon “slow.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OMG.&amp;nbsp; We didn’t get to the bus stop until 10ish andwe just saw the bus pull away.&amp;nbsp; So wedecided to wait for the next one.&amp;nbsp; Ofcourse, back home, it’s usually no more than ½ hour.&amp;nbsp; But after an hour, we finally see thebus…only to see it drive off without picking us up.&amp;nbsp; It was completely full.&amp;nbsp; What a waste of time!&amp;nbsp; And my youngest was so disappointed that shewasn’t going to go snorkeling she started to cry.&amp;nbsp; Really don’t blame her as we really builtthis activity up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;sigh&gt;&amp;nbsp; Back to the hotel we went and we happened tobump into the other 3 family members.&amp;nbsp; Wetold them what happened and they were surprised too.&amp;nbsp; But in the end, all 7 of us ended up going tothe Hilton where they had a public access Lagoon! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Lagoon rocked.&amp;nbsp; It was totally calm so you could just bob inthe water, go snorkeling (where there was fish!), or try paddle boarding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just behind the Lagoon was the actual beachif you wanted the ocean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6O9Vt9yIAM/Tvql4o3kxCI/AAAAAAAAALI/OqGD4u7vkJM/s1600/DSCN1220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6O9Vt9yIAM/Tvql4o3kxCI/AAAAAAAAALI/OqGD4u7vkJM/s320/DSCN1220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFQuVEhWAUs/TvqmCdAi49I/AAAAAAAAALU/zURBsZBDBRM/s1600/DSCN1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFQuVEhWAUs/TvqmCdAi49I/AAAAAAAAALU/zURBsZBDBRM/s320/DSCN1230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But we thought we’d let the kids romp inthe Lagoon to get them used to the idea of snorkeling in calm waters.&amp;nbsp; My 2 girls were in total awe!&amp;nbsp; My youngest kept screaming under waterbecause she was so excited, but that would cause her to drink water andchoke!&amp;nbsp; She’d come up, cough all thewater out and then go right back into the water to snorkel some more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx0R7hH-T6A/TvqmaPHIQWI/AAAAAAAAALg/mmyFedSaWT0/s1600/DSCN1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx0R7hH-T6A/TvqmaPHIQWI/AAAAAAAAALg/mmyFedSaWT0/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My 2 girls and my nephew had a great timejust chasing the birds around and building sand castles too.&amp;nbsp; I just loved the blue water and the palmtrees.&amp;nbsp; I read my book, chatted withfamily and just totally chilled.&amp;nbsp; Feltgreat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zd0og90u-h8/Tvqm2nQOvKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FI1cvSC9ESY/s1600/DSCN1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zd0og90u-h8/Tvqm2nQOvKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FI1cvSC9ESY/s320/DSCN1251.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was having such a good time just watching the clouds drift by...so zen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4ba274a0b363262" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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the in-laws whowere flying in from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;New  Zealand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&amp;nbsp;My mother in law still had no clue that we were all there.&amp;nbsp; The plan was for all of us to meet the two ofthem in the lobby area.&amp;nbsp; But the universehad different plans for that night.&amp;nbsp; Thein-laws were delayed by about 4 hours as there was an emergency landing oftheir plane.&amp;nbsp; They were an hour intotheir flight when someone collapsed in the aisleway right next to them.&amp;nbsp; The plane had to turn back, dump fuel as itwas too heavy to land, drop off the guy to emergency personnel, fuel up againand set out to fly again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, it was just my hubby and brother inlaw that went to go meet them in the lobby area.&amp;nbsp; My mother in law was very surprised as myhusband went up to her and said “Aloha!”&amp;nbsp;And she thought, “oh, how lovely.&amp;nbsp;Someone is saying Aloha to me.”&amp;nbsp;Apparently her face was really surprised when she clued in it was myhusband!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; Surprise achieved.&amp;nbsp; And she was delighted to hear that all of uswere also in &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;…thoughvisits with her would have to wait until the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4691515442384876337?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6RysCGEzQU/TvqnlZo6GCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/btZ5jyHV4BY/s320/DSCN1272.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We all thought today was a good day to goto the beach early and then have everybody else meet us at the beach.&amp;nbsp; This would give the in-laws a chance to sleepin and chance for my sister and brother in law and nephew a chance to justchill. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We got to the beach at about 8:30am. &amp;nbsp;YES.&amp;nbsp;Nice and early.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I9zg-gSLE4/Tvqn36UObVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6k6ZibVDnKo/s1600/DSCN1284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I9zg-gSLE4/Tvqn36UObVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6k6ZibVDnKo/s320/DSCN1284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And there weresome awesome waves. &amp;nbsp;You got it…time tocatch some waves while surfing! &amp;nbsp;Theprice was really good so I opted for a private lesson. &amp;nbsp;Figured I might as well get a lesson again asit had been a while since I’ve surfed. &amp;nbsp;Thisguy was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Total beach bum buthe knew what he was doing. &amp;nbsp;He had sometypical questions…”where are you from, what nationality.”&amp;nbsp; He has some interesting thoughts on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And apparently he thought I was from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Nunavut&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Guess I should have brought my fur lined parkawith me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, the surfing rocked BIGtime.&amp;nbsp; Caught some great waves and stoodquite a bit. &amp;nbsp;I actually felt like I wassurfing.&amp;nbsp; And I’ve vowed that from nowon, each place where I can catch a wave, I will endevour to do so. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After my lesson, time for the hubby andkids to just snorkel and have a great time. &amp;nbsp;I sat on the beach and eventually the rest ofthe family showed up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We chilled a little longer with everybody and decided that we were going to split up. &amp;nbsp;The guys were all going to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Pearl&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Harbour&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the girls were all going shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We just took it easy and wandered all over.&amp;nbsp; We stopped off at the beach again as it looked like it was going to be a fantastic sunset. &amp;nbsp;And that it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8221734455186893136</id><published>2011-12-27T20:54:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:36:54.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another beautiful sunrise! &amp;nbsp;Seriously, I can never get sick of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAaiobt-dgU/TvvjyQjA1TI/AAAAAAAAANI/0Xf0DEGVKiU/s1600/DSCN1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAaiobt-dgU/TvvjyQjA1TI/AAAAAAAAANI/0Xf0DEGVKiU/s320/DSCN1325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Today was a day for a road trip around the island. &amp;nbsp;We rented two cars and decided that we were going to take a drive to see other parts of the island. &amp;nbsp;First stop, Dole Plantation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT6012dQnT8/Tvvj02cz_gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ga1BtugZ1ow/s1600/DSCN1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT6012dQnT8/Tvvj02cz_gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ga1BtugZ1ow/s320/DSCN1339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not everbody is into this type of stuff. &amp;nbsp;But I had a great time!&amp;nbsp; Seeing “live” pineapples was cool. &amp;nbsp; Look how tiny this one is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAv7EeX32Zg/TvvlNvlTF0I/AAAAAAAAANs/D1FFt34QTYg/s1600/DSCN1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAv7EeX32Zg/TvvlNvlTF0I/AAAAAAAAANs/D1FFt34QTYg/s320/DSCN1342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a larger one. &amp;nbsp; Just as cool. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBBw2uD-Z4/Tvvj3qCyqkI/AAAAAAAAANY/BBFII2xkrmw/s1600/DSCN1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBBw2uD-Z4/Tvvj3qCyqkI/AAAAAAAAANY/BBFII2xkrmw/s320/DSCN1341.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love all the touristy stuff that was at the plantation. &amp;nbsp; This is just one of the many pictures with kids sticking their heads through some type of scene. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuhBOPM4QCw/Tvvj6btpDtI/AAAAAAAAANg/_QyGA6D8YPE/s1600/DSCN1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuhBOPM4QCw/Tvvj6btpDtI/AAAAAAAAANg/_QyGA6D8YPE/s320/DSCN1347.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And of course, seeing a whole bunch of other fruit trees was cool too! &amp;nbsp;Rambutan, mango, kakui nut, papaya. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHmMBlz67LE/TvvmRlI6yuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mcnkdg6gycU/s1600/DSCN1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHmMBlz67LE/TvvmRlI6yuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mcnkdg6gycU/s320/DSCN1449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEdfTEDEwhM/TvvmUj_xxVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_-gjPvRfzYU/s1600/DSCN1470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEdfTEDEwhM/TvvmUj_xxVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_-gjPvRfzYU/s320/DSCN1470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwuFs14RvqU/TvvmXktPjOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V6Kb82zQkmQ/s1600/DSCN1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwuFs14RvqU/TvvmXktPjOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V6Kb82zQkmQ/s320/DSCN1483.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arwkIs-yud0/Tvvmao9iM4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/kRqxV-GEP50/s1600/DSCN1485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arwkIs-yud0/Tvvmao9iM4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/kRqxV-GEP50/s320/DSCN1485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, there was the floral side of things where I got to see all the different flowers, trees and lagoon that was there that waters the plantation. &amp;nbsp;Very cool stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MPkz4AE5bKM/Tvvql1QXFVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R2bmtm1_YqQ/s1600/DSCN1407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MPkz4AE5bKM/Tvvql1QXFVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R2bmtm1_YqQ/s320/DSCN1407.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO8xcOiN1tQ/Tvvnw4QbO1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/lirWG7Qu8NE/s1600/DSCN1468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO8xcOiN1tQ/Tvvnw4QbO1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/lirWG7Qu8NE/s320/DSCN1468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FpvZVAnK34/TvvnrMYcP7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/zTdhwrFWVxg/s1600/DSCN1394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FpvZVAnK34/TvvnrMYcP7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/zTdhwrFWVxg/s320/DSCN1394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And just as an FYI, an experienced pineapple planter can plant 10,000 plants…in a day. &amp;nbsp;How insane of a stat is that?&amp;nbsp; And watching these people plant these pineapples, I can see how that is possible! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Though this looks like nothing special, I just loved this tree! &amp;nbsp;The colour is the actual bark colour of this tree. &amp;nbsp;It really was like a painter's palette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzYIBVY6sX8/TvvmdI3RW6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mFn_h-5PrSE/s1600/DSCN1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzYIBVY6sX8/TvvmdI3RW6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/mFn_h-5PrSE/s320/DSCN1494.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, no trip to the plantation iscomplete until you have the Pineapple ice cream. &amp;nbsp;Yep.&amp;nbsp; Ihad the ice cream with the extra pineapple on it. &amp;nbsp;Why not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7tz3ALTxYQ/TvvnuPmMJNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JdIOPr08suM/s1600/DSCN1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7tz3ALTxYQ/TvvnuPmMJNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JdIOPr08suM/s320/DSCN1439.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next up was a drive to the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;for a family picnic. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was just neat to drive up here…totallydifferent pace from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Sort of a Tofino, laid back attitude with somegreat eats and cool shopping. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRFU2-cpdMw/TvvqovHNcaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_MTn3-EQesc/s1600/DSCN1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRFU2-cpdMw/TvvqovHNcaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_MTn3-EQesc/s320/DSCN1490.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzByKHh1VFE/TvvqrSEs57I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tiIgMFLKOKg/s1600/DSCN1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzByKHh1VFE/TvvqrSEs57I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tiIgMFLKOKg/s320/DSCN1500.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And the beaches are great.&amp;nbsp; I really wish we had some extra time becausemy dream has always been to surf in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;But due to timing, this wasn’t going tobe the time. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEXaxzNZPgw/TvvrI74kb7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wLe1Al5bYs4/s1600/DSCN1525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEXaxzNZPgw/TvvrI74kb7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wLe1Al5bYs4/s320/DSCN1525.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRjMTWmcpwU/TvvrLtHy1wI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Ov-65b_pkQ/s1600/DSCN1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRjMTWmcpwU/TvvrLtHy1wI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Ov-65b_pkQ/s320/DSCN1527.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiP30Y4maMA/TvvrOUZSQMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kpeYtoO-jE4/s1600/DSCN1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiP30Y4maMA/TvvrOUZSQMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kpeYtoO-jE4/s320/DSCN1531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I must say that I was a littledisappointed that we didn’t stop off further into the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Shore&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.The Vans Surfing Competition was happening and I wasn’t there!!! &amp;nbsp;OMG.&amp;nbsp;Totally another dream that I’d like to fulfill…watching world classathletes compete in surfing. &amp;nbsp;I want tolive out a Blue Crush dream!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next, off to check out the scenery. &amp;nbsp;It was quite cool how different parts of thisisland lived compared to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Definitely more laid back and much moresuburban.&amp;nbsp; The scenery was reallystunning too. &amp;nbsp;Mountains are actually thebackyard for some of these folks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGnINqkBbSk/TvvrulZ4GVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2OyuvGsj6cM/s1600/DSCN1581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGnINqkBbSk/TvvrulZ4GVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2OyuvGsj6cM/s320/DSCN1581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODkLcKIi7Q0/TvvrxuXNFNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-ZsI0plsKp8/s1600/DSCN1584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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nice sizeand just absolutely tasty as could be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e280eIX6VZ0/TvvsM2Az7jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/f3bmCWU84Gs/s1600/DSCN1551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e280eIX6VZ0/TvvsM2Az7jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/f3bmCWU84Gs/s320/DSCN1551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hIr8RJHdUU/TvvulXObE8I/AAAAAAAAARI/0K9i6LasYrw/s1600/DSCN1562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hIr8RJHdUU/TvvulXObE8I/AAAAAAAAARI/0K9i6LasYrw/s320/DSCN1562.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love noticing the small things on trips…thoseare the moments that really make it for me on a trip. &amp;nbsp;At this little road stand, there was an openspace with a bunch of tables. &amp;nbsp;But in themiddle of this open space was a tree. &amp;nbsp;Notsure what kind but the leaves looked a little sick. &amp;nbsp;But upon closer inspection, the leaves lookeda little sick because people had engraved their initials onto the leaves. &amp;nbsp;The tree was healthy as could be…but with thesun shining onto the leaves, the words engraved onto the leaves were burntright into the leaves. &amp;nbsp;And need youask?&amp;nbsp; Or course we got our names and dateof our visit engraved onto one of the leaves!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2CWwlzyHUs/TvvsUzHppiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tGnefQfuB8g/s1600/DSCN1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2CWwlzyHUs/TvvsUzHppiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tGnefQfuB8g/s320/DSCN1564.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcM_j29NKbU/TvvsPrxNj2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/eW-w64RWXZY/s1600/DSCN1556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Definitely a great drive around the island. &amp;nbsp;Wish we could have done more. &amp;nbsp;But we did what we could and ended the night with a beautiful sunset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLGDLG6czm8/Tvvu60wgw3I/AAAAAAAAARU/n_hbOyf2bw0/s1600/DSCN1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLGDLG6czm8/Tvvu60wgw3I/AAAAAAAAARU/n_hbOyf2bw0/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1155742704523507490</id><published>2011-12-27T20:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:32:51.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hanauma Bay…finally!&amp;nbsp; Here we come! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We finally had time to go. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But we were smart about it this time.&amp;nbsp; We woke up extra early to make sure that wecaught the very first bus that went to this beach. &amp;nbsp;I remember my first trip there and it was soamazing…wanted to share the same experience with my kids!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For such a popular destination, they onlyhave 1 bus every hour that runs to this place. &amp;nbsp;Craziness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But we figured out the busschedule and definitely caught the first one out there. &amp;nbsp;Phew!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The kids were stunned at the initial viewand it’s exactly how I remembered it from years ago. &amp;nbsp;Amazing how in minutes the weather would change. &amp;nbsp;But the view was still stunning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9NhX2nG-qo/Tvvw88gyzII/AAAAAAAAARg/3rRE8CggRK0/s1600/DSCN1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9NhX2nG-qo/Tvvw88gyzII/AAAAAAAAARg/3rRE8CggRK0/s320/DSCN1621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKEmGhM2lgw/Tvvw_c1ledI/AAAAAAAAARo/-YeoccfqgWk/s1600/DSCN1625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKEmGhM2lgw/Tvvw_c1ledI/AAAAAAAAARo/-YeoccfqgWk/s320/DSCN1625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MvVTZ0Fv70/TvvxCDGFc3I/AAAAAAAAARw/4wweGl8b-cE/s1600/DSCN1628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MvVTZ0Fv70/TvvxCDGFc3I/AAAAAAAAARw/4wweGl8b-cE/s320/DSCN1628.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven’t developed the underwater camerapictures…but there were definitely some cool fish down there. &amp;nbsp;I was surprised at the size of some of them! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There were quite a few that were longer thanthe length of my forearm! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In between snorkelling, we all chilled on the beach. &amp;nbsp;Definitely played in the sand!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aloSRHgxgQ4/TvvxEk_KNwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/No21KgQub08/s1600/DSCN1635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aloSRHgxgQ4/TvvxEk_KNwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/No21KgQub08/s320/DSCN1635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were rained out by a tropical storm asthe rain was warm…and I was already wet!!!&amp;nbsp;I would have stayed but my youngest was getting very cold. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her lips were turning blue.&amp;nbsp; Yeesh.&amp;nbsp;So, even though it wasn’t quite the day we wanted at &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Hanauma&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,we could say that we went.&amp;nbsp; Andseriously, swimming with fish is just so cool...how can that be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyZtDvRB1I0/TvvxHcHl60I/AAAAAAAAASA/eW3u9_HcuSA/s1600/DSCN1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8522617516692180698</id><published>2011-12-27T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:31:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Time to head off to the Aquarium…to takea look at fish we weren’t able to see while in the water. &amp;nbsp;Definitely a small aquarium but it had someneat fish. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQOzCuQQfjM/TvvzTiIxOoI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfWWDuKvhjA/s1600/DSCN1672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQOzCuQQfjM/TvvzTiIxOoI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfWWDuKvhjA/s320/DSCN1672.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxRMYsMwdnQ/TvvzWH13IzI/AAAAAAAAASU/tXhoYNs-OqY/s1600/DSCN1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxRMYsMwdnQ/TvvzWH13IzI/AAAAAAAAASU/tXhoYNs-OqY/s320/DSCN1674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZAbRH3JT8o/TvvzZPM9bYI/AAAAAAAAASc/UQjQijC5Eak/s1600/DSCN1694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZAbRH3JT8o/TvvzZPM9bYI/AAAAAAAAASc/UQjQijC5Eak/s320/DSCN1694.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And hey, what do you know…some time forthe beach again. &amp;nbsp;Why not?&amp;nbsp; I even got a chance to go surfing again. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Didn’t matter that I absolutely sucked but I justloved surfing in that amazing setting. &amp;nbsp;Reallyjust a stunning place to be for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSNndQHmQlU/Tvvz0ShAfpI/AAAAAAAAASo/-S1KtGdmLHg/s1600/DSCN1735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSNndQHmQlU/Tvvz0ShAfpI/AAAAAAAAASo/-S1KtGdmLHg/s320/DSCN1735.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was time to head back to the hotel forsome good eats. &amp;nbsp;But before we ate, wewatched the sunset. &amp;nbsp;And this night ofall nights had the most amazing sunset that I’ve seen in a while. &amp;nbsp;Where this island is located, the sun setsvery quickly. &amp;nbsp;And for whatever reason,the sunset had numerous shades of oranges and reds tonight. &amp;nbsp;I must have taken 50 pictures alone just ofthe sunset. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for digitalcameras!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6WkeiRSkek/TvxpmBGiJdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LHS1MMXKIVk/s1600/DSCN1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6WkeiRSkek/TvxpmBGiJdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LHS1MMXKIVk/s320/DSCN1757.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsKDCuDyqss/Tvxpo7tsm0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z5xQdFGBJv0/s1600/DSCN1772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsKDCuDyqss/Tvxpo7tsm0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z5xQdFGBJv0/s320/DSCN1772.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qoNd3tR5oc/TvxpxPYJwjI/AAAAAAAAATU/WXDplCVeUJs/s1600/DSCN1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qoNd3tR5oc/TvxpxPYJwjI/AAAAAAAAATU/WXDplCVeUJs/s320/DSCN1800.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To make it even a better night, theHilton set off a fireworks show. &amp;nbsp;Picture really doesn't do the show any justice! &amp;nbsp; Fromour balcony, we had the perfect view.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b59snULmUk/TvxqCa8mn_I/AAAAAAAAATg/xwSbQ-95nik/s1600/DSCN1813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b59snULmUk/TvxqCa8mn_I/AAAAAAAAATg/xwSbQ-95nik/s320/DSCN1813.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My kids were thrilled...and tired by this time. &amp;nbsp;They fell asleep shortly after this show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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7'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQOzCuQQfjM/TvvzTiIxOoI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfWWDuKvhjA/s72-c/DSCN1672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4300328756453785967</id><published>2011-12-27T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:31:21.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, last day in &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;! &amp;nbsp;We didn’t have to make it to the airport untilabout 9:00pm. &amp;nbsp;We had all day to dowhatever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My hubby and his dad went off to someflight museum. &amp;nbsp;They suggested the wholefamily go. &amp;nbsp;Nope.&amp;nbsp; Nipped that one right away.&amp;nbsp; They read every story and awed at everyplane.&amp;nbsp; My girls would have been bored…they’renot ready for that type of detail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, the remaining 7 of us decided to dosome shopping and exploring together. &amp;nbsp;Butto make a short story short, for whatever reason, we all got separated. &amp;nbsp;So I took off with my 2 kids to do our ownthing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First stop, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;International&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We had been here numerous times, but it wastime to actually buy something. &amp;nbsp;Thegirls wanted to buy their souvenirs as did I. &amp;nbsp; My favourite buy is my hibiscus ring! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next, time for some eats! &amp;nbsp;We were hungry.&amp;nbsp; Thought I’d treat us all to the Hard Rock Café.&amp;nbsp; Just so happened that there was a fundraiserwith fully dressed Marines there. &amp;nbsp;I gotsome good eye candy.&amp;nbsp; There happened tobe a live band playing…and Santa even showed up. &amp;nbsp;Kids had a great time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biNf5JfNyE8/Tv066FTzgYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tzLDs5R3CLk/s1600/DSCN1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biNf5JfNyE8/Tv066FTzgYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tzLDs5R3CLk/s320/DSCN1853.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I somehow got bamboozled to go toTeddy Bear World. &amp;nbsp;Yep.&amp;nbsp; Museum about Teddy Bears and Teddy Bears indifferent worlds. &amp;nbsp;Let’s just say thismuseum was SO busy that I probably saw 7 people…during the 1.5 hours that I wasthere. &amp;nbsp;Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It’s that popular of a museum.&amp;nbsp; We were probably done in 35 minutes, but Imade the kids go through…twice. &amp;nbsp;Might aswell get my money’s worth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMLSkqnFgwE/Tv07j3Aw8TI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MAPmOI5Rh6A/s320/DSCN1878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChlLzcBEQyI/Tv07mtf4owI/AAAAAAAAAUc/z8aMnem6UgI/s1600/DSCN1885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChlLzcBEQyI/Tv07mtf4owI/AAAAAAAAAUc/z8aMnem6UgI/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last stop…one more trip to the beach. &amp;nbsp;We just all walked in our bare feet to feelthe sand and water one last time. &amp;nbsp;Icould have stayed there all night.&amp;nbsp; Icould tell the girls didn’t want to go.&amp;nbsp;I didn’t blame them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, one last treat before we headed backto the hotel to get ready for dinner and to leave. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some shaved ice for the kidlets!&amp;nbsp; Nice way to end off the trip. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3yYqtVIMaA/Tv08EKazbAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/LPYm-ok9AFI/s1600/DSCN1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3yYqtVIMaA/Tv08EKazbAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/LPYm-ok9AFI/s320/DSCN1930.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would love to go back again. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully it won’t take me 15 years! &amp;nbsp; Or maybe even a new island...tropical is good! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I think one of the neatest things that my girls learned on this trip is that the world is a big place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it's theirs to explore. &amp;nbsp; Already they have the travel bug and the love of new adventures. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yay for all of us for having a good trip. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful to have gone again and shared my adventures with my family. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until the next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4300328756453785967?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4300328756453785967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4300328756453785967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4300328756453785967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4300328756453785967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day.html' title='Last Day!'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biNf5JfNyE8/Tv066FTzgYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tzLDs5R3CLk/s72-c/DSCN1853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2409897963562467243</id><published>2011-12-26T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:13:16.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Decorations</title><content type='html'>Christmas is a "big" holiday. &amp;nbsp;But it doesn't mean that because it's a big holiday, that people will exercise taste and put up good decorations or wear classy Christmas wear. &amp;nbsp;But I'm into epic fails...even Christmas ones. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with this mall decoration...how brutal is this one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2011/12/25/sketchy-santa-fails-sketchy-santas-a-big-warm-pile-of-christmas/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img alt="sketchy santa fails - Sketchy Santas: A Big, Warm Pile of Christmas" class="event-item-lol-image" height="362px" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/sketchy-santa-fails-sketchy-santas-a-big-warm-pile-of-christmas.jpg" title="sketchy santa fails - Sketchy Santas: A Big, Warm Pile of Christmas" width="490px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;epicfails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Matt Damon, but this must have been an ugly sweater episode. &amp;nbsp;It's fugly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2011/12/19/fashion-fail-poorly-dressed-lookin-sharp-there-matt/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img alt="fashion fail - Poorly Dressed: Lookin' sharp there, Matt" class="event-item-lol-image" height="376px" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/fashion-fail-poorly-dressed-lookin-sharp-there-matt.jpg" title="fashion fail - Poorly Dressed: Lookin' sharp there, Matt" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;epicfails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2011/12/12/fashion-fail-poorly-dressed-i-always-suspected-father-christmas-was-a-hipster/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img alt="epic fail photos - Poorly Dressed: I always suspected Father Christmas was a hipster" class="event-item-lol-image" height="887px" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/epic-fail-photos-poorly-dressed-i-always-suspected-father-christmas-was-a-hipster.jpg" title="epic fail photos - Poorly Dressed: I always suspected Father Christmas was a hipster" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;epicfails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least spell the words correctly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2011/12/06/engrish-funny-engrish-funny-dingle-bells-dingle-bells-dingle-all-the-way/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;&lt;img alt="epic fail photos - Engrish Funny: Dingle Bells, Dingle Bells, Dingle All the Way" class="event-item-lol-image" height="375px" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/epic-fail-photos-engrish-funny-dingle-bells-dingle-bells-dingle-all-the-way.jpg" title="epic fail photos - Engrish Funny: Dingle Bells, Dingle Bells, Dingle All the Way" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/?utm_source=embed&amp;amp;utm_medium=web&amp;amp;utm_campaign=sharewidget"&gt;epicfails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So note to self and to others...if you're going to decorate for a big holiday and want a total fail, make sure it's a really good fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2409897963562467243?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2409897963562467243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2409897963562467243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2409897963562467243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2409897963562467243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-decorations.html' title='Bad Decorations'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-227430719853031902</id><published>2011-12-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:40:40.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>As the new year is just around the corner, I started to think about goals for the next little while. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I have similar goals each year. &amp;nbsp;That's ok. &amp;nbsp;Figured it's like a work in progress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some goals are only one year goals. &amp;nbsp;That's because I&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;just do it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because it's that type of goal. &amp;nbsp;Some require more time, patience and thoughts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't solidified what my goals are for the new year. &amp;nbsp;I've still got a couple of days. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-227430719853031902?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/227430719853031902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=227430719853031902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.switchplatesuperstore.com/decorative-switch-plate-covers.html"&gt;switchplate covers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; to appropriate ones. &amp;nbsp;Ok, seems easy enough. &amp;nbsp;Buy a switchplate, unscrew the old one, screw in the new one and then voila! &amp;nbsp;You're finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But home projects are ever THAT easy. &amp;nbsp;She started to count ALL the switchplates she needed to switch up. &amp;nbsp;Then she has to go find a store that has that many and in the style she wants. &amp;nbsp;Wowsers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's one project I'm not going to take on anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6072174132034778029?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6809401938926223775</id><published>2011-12-26T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:34:00.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>Our family that uses a monthly&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestvideodownloader.com/"&gt;download video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;service...basically download whatever show/movie we want for a monthly price. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was stupid at first. &amp;nbsp;Why are we paying for this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ok with admitting I am wrong. &amp;nbsp;It's been great. &amp;nbsp;I've watched a number of documentaries that no one else is interested in watching. &amp;nbsp;And if it's sucky, doesn't matter. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have to pay extra for it nor did I have to pay to go to a movie. &amp;nbsp;The kids love it too because they get a ton of their shows. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And what's extra great is if we are travelling, if there is wifi, we can continue to download videos to watch. &amp;nbsp;YES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue with the service and happily admit that I was wrong not to consider the service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6809401938926223775?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6809401938926223775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6809401938926223775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6809401938926223775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6809401938926223775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3005251689784212132</id><published>2011-12-26T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:26:53.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ads</title><content type='html'>One of my friends proposed to his girlfriend on Christmas Day. &amp;nbsp;How sweet! &amp;nbsp;She said yes!! &amp;nbsp;But within 4 hours of posting that information, he started grumbling about all the ads he had about weddings already on the side bar of Facebook. &amp;nbsp;He even took a snapshot! &amp;nbsp;So funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fast forward today...what key words am I putting in that's causing me to get ads for&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/swisher+sweets+cigars"&gt;swisher sweets cigars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; ? &amp;nbsp;LOL! I'm not smoking nor have I even tried. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for me to figure out what kind of weird words I'm putting in my status updates to get weird ads. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3005251689784212132?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3005251689784212132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3005251689784212132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3005251689784212132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3005251689784212132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ads.html' title='Ads'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5487723100473685089</id><published>2011-12-26T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:22:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beadaholique.com/"&gt;Beads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to make jewellery is an awesome art form. &amp;nbsp;Or just using them for other types of crafts is great. &amp;nbsp;But just like scrapbooking, I'm just appalled at the cost. &amp;nbsp;I always like the really pretty ones that seem to be $20 a bead. &amp;nbsp;What the?!!! &amp;nbsp;One bead? &amp;nbsp;Knowing my luck, that's the first one I'll lose. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other thing is that I like the idea of making jewellery and have done some, but I always made it for others. &amp;nbsp;I never wore anything I made. &amp;nbsp;But the whole point was for me to wear my own stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will leave this type of art form to others and buy from them instead. &amp;nbsp;At least I'll wear that jewellery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5487723100473685089?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5487723100473685089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5487723100473685089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5487723100473685089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5487723100473685089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/crafts.html' title='Crafts'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5845666383107697887</id><published>2011-12-26T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:19:07.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinks</title><content type='html'>You know you're getting older when you're ok spending time looking at sinks. &amp;nbsp;I particular like&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siennasinks.com/"&gt;stainless steel sinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;because they seem easy to clean. &amp;nbsp;As well, they seem so modern and chic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a regular double stainless sink in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;I really like the thought of the one touch ones. &amp;nbsp;My hands are always messy from making stuff. &amp;nbsp;But the thought of the power wash ones are cool too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, there is nothing wrong with my sink. &amp;nbsp;So just looking now...no need to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5845666383107697887?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5845666383107697887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5845666383107697887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5845666383107697887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5845666383107697887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinks.html' title='Sinks'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-919890386021052427</id><published>2011-12-26T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:13:20.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Place Item</title><content type='html'>I went out to go buy something today and the store was empty...it's Boxing Day! &amp;nbsp;SCORE. &amp;nbsp;Granted, it wasn't at a mall so I didn't have to worry about the really crazy crowds. &amp;nbsp;I even found parking soon as I got there. &amp;nbsp;Double score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I didn't get a triple score as my item was out of stock. &amp;nbsp;But I did pay for the item so I could get the boxing day price. &amp;nbsp;YES! &amp;nbsp; And it got me out of the house for a little bit for some peace and quiet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to pay for the item, I noticed that the counter was really high up. &amp;nbsp;Ummm...basically, the top of the counter was at my head! &amp;nbsp;But I noticed that they had one of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepstoolsupply.com/medical-step-stools.html"&gt;medical step stool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;right by there. &amp;nbsp;It was a tall stool too. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness they had one or there's no way I could have signed for the item! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting patiently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-919890386021052427?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/919890386021052427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=919890386021052427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/919890386021052427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/919890386021052427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-of-place.html' title='Out of Place Item'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-273015864210127006</id><published>2011-12-26T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:08:23.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust Collectors</title><content type='html'>As each year goes by, I realize that I don't need dust collectors. &amp;nbsp;And at work, that's especially true. &amp;nbsp;I know some people hold the work related&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicktrophy.com/plaques-and-awards.php"&gt;plaques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with such pride. &amp;nbsp;Hey, good on you. &amp;nbsp;The plaque I recently got for work? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, it's still in a box...in a closet...only viewable to the dust bunnies in there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying awards such as trophies, etc., are not important. &amp;nbsp;They're just not important to me. I know what I've done and what certificates/awards I've received. &amp;nbsp;Good enough for me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-273015864210127006?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/273015864210127006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=273015864210127006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/273015864210127006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/273015864210127006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/dust-collectors.html' title='Dust Collectors'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-454506975161769333</id><published>2011-12-22T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:51:38.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year...for all the compilation videos! &amp;nbsp;YES. &amp;nbsp;Best of, Year in Review, Worst of...you name it. That list is out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing what popular YouTube videos is always a fun start:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/SmnkYyHQqNs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmnkYyHQqNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmnkYyHQqNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's a new one I haven't seen before, but nevertheless, very amazing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ei4xpbNydFM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ei4xpbNydFM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ei4xpbNydFM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's always the news of the year, and what an&amp;nbsp;amazing news year it was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OMIn4YVyf4k" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, so many more to review over the next week and a half! &amp;nbsp; It has been a whirlwind year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-454506975161769333?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/454506975161769333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=454506975161769333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/454506975161769333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/454506975161769333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OMIn4YVyf4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7099562759835572145</id><published>2011-12-20T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:25:39.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leasing</title><content type='html'>If I had all the time and money in the world, one of the things that I'd like to do is just try every craft or cooking project I've always wanted to do. &amp;nbsp;I'd buy all the exotic materials and ingredients and just make things because I know I would enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;It would be like my own Santa's workshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's obviously not going to happen anytime soon. &amp;nbsp;I did look into possibly doing some type of &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fivepointcapital.com/"&gt;equipment leasing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...but then the cost was pretty prohibitive for me. &amp;nbsp;It's one thing to try things, but I wouldn't be able to recoup any of the money I spent. &amp;nbsp; And some of the projects I want to try are not cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I win the lottery, I'll just continue to dream of my big projects! &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/2007627193237585328-7099562759835572145?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7099562759835572145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7099562759835572145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7099562759835572145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7099562759835572145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/leasing.html' title='Leasing'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1383875724107684003</id><published>2011-12-18T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:52:41.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renshu</title><content type='html'>Renshu - in Japanese, means to practice. &amp;nbsp; And in taiko drumming, there is a piece called Renshu which is a drill to practice the basic elements of taiko drumming to help the drummer drum better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hated that drill. &amp;nbsp; It seemed like we would go over it, and over it and over it some more. &amp;nbsp;But it was necessary. &amp;nbsp;And let's be honest. &amp;nbsp;As a group, we would not be playing another piece until we got that drill right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, I gave up the choice to drum as I moved and decided to have kids. &amp;nbsp;The move was a far drive away from where we would drum and it wouldn't be fair to my family to be away from them that many times per week and for that many hours each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it so much. &amp;nbsp;I've played different musical instruments before but I connected with this one the most. &amp;nbsp;I think the beauty was being able to drum with other drummers that felt the same way...and when we all played our part correctly, it wasn't just drums making noise, rather, we had our own symphony. &amp;nbsp;It was really great. &amp;nbsp;And yes, of course, I missed the people. &amp;nbsp;Really awesome and diverse group that enjoyed drumming as much as I did. &amp;nbsp;Watching them was also awe inspiring too. &amp;nbsp;This might have been so easy for someone else to give up, but not for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fast forward 8 years to today...I went back to taiko drumming! &amp;nbsp;YES! &amp;nbsp;Though I will not be a performing member like I was last time, it's an opportunity to drum and be part of everything that I loved before. &amp;nbsp;I can go every Sunday or choose which Sundays I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drummed with a small number of folks, 2 which I'd never met before. &amp;nbsp;And right away, we hit it off because of our common love for taiko. &amp;nbsp;They were awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous about today because it had been so long since I picked my my bachi (drum sticks for the taiko drums). &amp;nbsp;I didn't think I could remember a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that time drilling Renshu and all those other songs obviously did make a difference. &amp;nbsp;It really was like riding a bike. &amp;nbsp;A little rusty at first but within a couple of minutes, I was back drumming like it was 8 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty dang happy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1383875724107684003?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1383875724107684003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1383875724107684003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1383875724107684003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1383875724107684003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/renshu.html' title='Renshu'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6233999244968856006</id><published>2011-12-14T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:33:02.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Chapters. &amp;nbsp;OMG. &amp;nbsp;They really are the best! &amp;nbsp;I can never just walk in there to grab something and head out. &amp;nbsp;I always end up lingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I had to go there to pick up a Christmas gift. &amp;nbsp;Seemed like it was the only one in the damn city! &amp;nbsp;Despite the high price, I bought it as I went to numerous stores and the US to find it...none to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the deals they had was spend $50 and you could buy this soft, beautiful, and wonderful blanket for $30 versus the $79 that it costs. &amp;nbsp;I thought about it and thought I shouldn't buy it. &amp;nbsp;But I just didn't know...such a great blanket and such a good deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to go pay for my items, the sales clerk mentioned the deal to me. &amp;nbsp;I even asked him, "should I? &amp;nbsp;Do I need it?" &amp;nbsp;And of course the guy said yes. &amp;nbsp;He even mentioned he bought one for his mother and sister. &amp;nbsp;I succumbed and got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my receipt was over $50, I got a special card to get a further discount. &amp;nbsp;Well. &amp;nbsp;Wouldn't you know it? I won $25 of my purchase price which means I got my blanket for only $5! &amp;nbsp;The clerk even said that it was his first $25 win in the store! &amp;nbsp;YEAH. &amp;nbsp;So, not a huge win, but it was sure nice to get that blanky for such a great price. &amp;nbsp;Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6233999244968856006?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6233999244968856006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6233999244968856006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6233999244968856006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6233999244968856006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapters.html' title='Chapters'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8328249081673611871</id><published>2011-12-14T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:28:14.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacks</title><content type='html'>Backpacks totally rule. &amp;nbsp;I used them all through school. &amp;nbsp;I used them as my baby bag. &amp;nbsp;I use them when travelling or just going out for a day trip. &amp;nbsp;They really are the best!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for labels...as long as the backpack works, then I'm good. &amp;nbsp; I recently received one of those &amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockymountaintrail.com/outdoor/JanSport/"&gt;jansport backpacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I was surprised. &amp;nbsp;It has been a while since I got one of those brands of backpacks and I liked it. &amp;nbsp;Versatile and totally what I needed in terms of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to go on another trip to test it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8328249081673611871?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8328249081673611871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8328249081673611871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8328249081673611871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8328249081673611871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/backpacks.html' title='Backpacks'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-9119855298554140512</id><published>2011-12-14T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:24:51.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laminate</title><content type='html'>We have carpet in our house versus a tile or laminate in most of the rooms. &amp;nbsp;When we moved in, we made that choice because our kids were so young...the thought of them trying to walk on a slippery floor and a hard surface was too much for us to bear. &amp;nbsp;We figured with carpet, they'd have a softer landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids are getting older now and it's time to think about other types of flooring. &amp;nbsp;I like laminate and it's a hell of a lot cheaper than real hardwood. &amp;nbsp;But if the price was right, I'd do the real hardwood. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking if I had to do the work, I'd really like the &lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestlaminate.net/catalog/Quickstep-157-1.html"&gt;quick step flooring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Nice and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's just see &amp;nbsp;if coming up with the money is as nice and easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-9119855298554140512?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/9119855298554140512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=9119855298554140512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9119855298554140512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9119855298554140512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/laminate.html' title='Laminate'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4711515272704599261</id><published>2011-12-14T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:21:28.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankets</title><content type='html'>I'm usually a "warm" blooded person. &amp;nbsp;I wear shorts around the house even during the winter time. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;Because they're comfortable and because I'm usually warm enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some of my family members are not like me. &amp;nbsp;My kids are totally blanket cuddlers. &amp;nbsp;They just love the warmth and don't want to ever come out of their blanket caves. &amp;nbsp;My hubby likes a warm blanket too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they'd feel about an&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cozywinters.com/electric-blanket/"&gt;electric blanket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? &amp;nbsp;I think they'd like it. &amp;nbsp;Though I have visions of someone stepping on the cord and hurting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;Let's stick with the regular blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4711515272704599261?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4711515272704599261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4711515272704599261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4711515272704599261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4711515272704599261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/blankets.html' title='Blankets'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5311657773373844875</id><published>2011-12-14T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:14:45.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales</title><content type='html'>At this time of year, seems like every store has a sale going on. &amp;nbsp;And I can never resist looking at sales...even if I have absolutely no use for the item!!! &amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.electriduct.com/12-Ton-Hydraulic-Crimping-Tool.html"&gt;hydraulic crimping tool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...why not? &amp;nbsp;A lathe? &amp;nbsp;Sure, I could fit it downstairs. &amp;nbsp;Maybe a ride on lawn mower? &amp;nbsp;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness, I need to stop looking at things that are on sale. &amp;nbsp;Just because they are doesn't mean it's a good item for me to buy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5311657773373844875?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5311657773373844875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5311657773373844875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5311657773373844875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5311657773373844875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/sales.html' title='Sales'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6885109741142391232</id><published>2011-12-13T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:13:22.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Vacation</title><content type='html'>In my mind, I really do want to try a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almondresorts.com/the-resorts/almond-beach-village/"&gt;family all inclusive resort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;family all inclusive resort. &amp;nbsp;I think it would be awesome to not have to worry about meals and activities. &amp;nbsp;It's just all there! &amp;nbsp;I've been to an all inclusive and it was great! &amp;nbsp;And I think with family, it would just really help me in totally relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cost is definitely something I'd have to look into. &amp;nbsp; I'd have to compare what it would cost me to pay for food, activities, etc., separately. &amp;nbsp;Is my convenience worth the extra cost? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be going anytime soon, but it sure is nice to dream about travelling. &amp;nbsp;Oh, I've got the bug again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6885109741142391232?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6885109741142391232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6885109741142391232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6885109741142391232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6885109741142391232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-vacation.html' title='Next Vacation'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7641156682120159392</id><published>2011-12-13T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:08:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirts</title><content type='html'>Those that know me know that I love T-shirts. &amp;nbsp;Finding&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foulmouthshirts.com/funny-t-shirts/"&gt;funny shirts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is great. &amp;nbsp;Finding funny and cute? &amp;nbsp;I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always surprised at how funny some of these shirts are. &amp;nbsp;Where do these funny people live?! &amp;nbsp;I want to know more! &amp;nbsp;So witty and so profound at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are everywhere. &amp;nbsp; I want to be one of these people, yet when I try to come up with an idea...total blank. &amp;nbsp;Guess I will continue to buy these shirts from others because I won't be creating any anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7641156682120159392?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7641156682120159392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7641156682120159392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7641156682120159392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7641156682120159392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/shirts.html' title='Shirts'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7634284839420963686</id><published>2011-12-13T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:03:38.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desks</title><content type='html'>Oh, I think it's time to go&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=desktop-computers"&gt;desktop computers sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to a check out some desks. &amp;nbsp;My youngest needs one. &amp;nbsp;We have been fortunate to find some great deals for the rest of the family and I'm hoping that we'll be lucky once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is what I want for the kid versus what she wants. &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;You feel that strongly about the one I want for you? &amp;nbsp;That strongly that you don't like it? &amp;nbsp;Oi...I can only imagine the battles we're going to have 10 years down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7634284839420963686?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7634284839420963686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7634284839420963686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7634284839420963686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7634284839420963686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/desks.html' title='Desks'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1375280956123251131</id><published>2011-12-13T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:57:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antennas</title><content type='html'>Long gone are the days of &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog+Online&amp;amp;category=Antennas"&gt;television antennas&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It's a shame...it was always fun to get a family member to stand there in awkward positions until you get an unfuzzy view of the show. &amp;nbsp;But then that family member would have to stay there until the show was over. &amp;nbsp;Quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that I could always get someone else to do it for me and I watched really long shows. &amp;nbsp;Why they stayed, I'm not sure. &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/2007627193237585328-1375280956123251131?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1375280956123251131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1375280956123251131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1375280956123251131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1375280956123251131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/antennas.html' title='Antennas'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7933638604084741324</id><published>2011-12-11T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:35:10.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rings</title><content type='html'>I love rings.  But I only wear 3...my wedding band and engagement ring on one hand.  The other hand, I rotate through my different rings, but they are usually rings that I picked up in other countries.  Everytime I look at the "travelling" ring, it helps me remember of a place I've been or it brings back a happy memory.  And it's a small souvenir that is definitely easy to take home.  But I really like looking at rings and trying them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to a social event, and every guy I saw basically had one ring which was the wedding ring.  That's cool.  But I wonder if shopping for &lt;a href="http://designer-jewelry.reeds.com/SK-Cobalt-cat246.htm"&gt;wedding bands for men&lt;/a&gt; were as big of a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly doubt it.  When my now hubby went shopping for his ring with me, maybe 1/2 hour to pick out  a ring.  Yep...like the look.  Yep.  Feels good.  Ok, this is the one.  Well, that's good that he's not really into it.  Leaves me more time to go shopping on my own for different rings.  Better yet, go on another trip and buy another ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7933638604084741324?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7933638604084741324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7933638604084741324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7933638604084741324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7933638604084741324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/rings.html' title='Rings'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8829785321879006847</id><published>2011-12-08T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:50:53.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was talking to one of my daycare workers today. &amp;nbsp;And there's just been so much going on with her and one of the other daycare workers at the centre that she's wondering if she should cancel the Christmas party. &amp;nbsp;She feels that she'd be disappointing the kids, people would be let down, etc. &amp;nbsp;But when I looked at her face and with everything going on, I didn't think she should go with the party. &amp;nbsp;She really has an empty bucket - the whole idea that she's been giving, giving, giving and there is nothing else to give. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me what she should do. &amp;nbsp;Let me say that if any of you "tunaheads" ask me for advice, I'll give it to you. &amp;nbsp;What you do with it is up to you. &amp;nbsp;I won't get mad at you if you take it or don't...it's your life. &amp;nbsp;So, I told her that I would cancel the party. &amp;nbsp;Yes, the kids would be disappointed. &amp;nbsp;But it's not like they won't have another Christmas party. &amp;nbsp;Why couldn't the daycare start a New Year tradition instead? &amp;nbsp;Way less partying in January and it might be fun to have something during that time. &amp;nbsp;I went on and on, blah, blah, blah...but the bottom line, I told her she needs to take care of herself mentally and physically. &amp;nbsp;When your bucket is empty, you are no good to anybody. &amp;nbsp;You are resentful for having to give. &amp;nbsp;And you deplete yourself of even more energy to get on with life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this whole idea that we have to be a martyr or to have to constantly give just isn't right. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, I fall into that trap sometimes. &amp;nbsp; And sometimes, certain situations call for it. &amp;nbsp; But then I go back to what my priorities are, what I think is important and how am I going to mentally and emotionally help myself. &amp;nbsp;I say no...a lot. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It sounds selfish to take care of oneself, but I know I'm so much more giving when I do take care of myself because I actually have the energy to give. &amp;nbsp; I try very hard to stay away from the empty bucket syndrome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it will be interesting to see what she decides to do. &amp;nbsp;I'm always up for a party in January. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8829785321879006847?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8829785321879006847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8829785321879006847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8829785321879006847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8829785321879006847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty-bucket.html' title='Empty Bucket'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2116956104475252581</id><published>2011-12-05T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:21:08.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Hawaii and had a great time. &amp;nbsp;Will post about my trip soon with pictures...and of course, an update on my Hula Girl!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say the cold here is a real reality check. &amp;nbsp;Not liking it and want to be back in the warm Hawaiian weather. &amp;nbsp;Brrr.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2116956104475252581?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2116956104475252581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2116956104475252581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2116956104475252581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2116956104475252581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7605250557412745924</id><published>2011-12-05T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:53:58.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techcareers.com/jobsearch/technology/networking-telecomm/default.asp?job=telecomm+specialist"&gt;Telecomm Specialist Jobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...when I saw that, I was intrigued. &amp;nbsp;At one point, I did want to go into IT...and maybe I should have and would have made a ton more money. &amp;nbsp;However, I made certain choices and did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean I can't look at these positions. &amp;nbsp;Hey, who knows? &amp;nbsp;I can always go back to school if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to this job ad...gosh, some companies try so hard to get people. &amp;nbsp;But this really was a sales job. &amp;nbsp;Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7605250557412745924?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7605250557412745924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7605250557412745924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7605250557412745924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7605250557412745924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/12/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1913754527970889323</id><published>2011-11-23T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:17:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula Girl</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how much I have laughed the last 2 days. &amp;nbsp;I'm all for a good prank and I'm the one being pranked...and I just think it's absolutely hilarious!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People at work know I'm heading off to the island of palm trees soon. &amp;nbsp;It's going to be great and I'm really looking forward to it. &amp;nbsp; I just went about telling people who seemed interested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday, in the middle of the morning, I walk back to my desk and I see a dashboard hula doll on my desk. &amp;nbsp;There was a note attached to it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jcLhHjWoDM/Ts3b17WN0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UpIrU1wzkOQ/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jcLhHjWoDM/Ts3b17WN0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UpIrU1wzkOQ/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was my one friend at the office because she's been singing the song from Europe...The Final Countdown. &amp;nbsp;The note basically had they lyrics of this song. &amp;nbsp;When I confronted her, she had no clue. &amp;nbsp;And she seemed truly genuine about not knowing. &amp;nbsp;So I went on to other suspects...all denying that they did this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, my friend got me thinking about a prankster at the office. &amp;nbsp;She's sweet as can be and does not fit the mold of a prankster! &amp;nbsp;I had my eyes on her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, a co-worker came by and I wanted to show her the note on the hula doll...and the doll was GONE. &amp;nbsp;OMG. &amp;nbsp;Just vanished! &amp;nbsp;I was hysterical looking for this doll...sending out e-mails to my peeps with the topic of MY DOLL!!! &amp;nbsp;I never write in all caps as that's screaming. &amp;nbsp;But I was screaming. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to find this damn hula doll! &amp;nbsp;In my mind, I had a place ready for her in the house. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, I was still guffawing from all of this that I must have swallowed a ton of air. &amp;nbsp;My stomach was so upset that I had to take some pepto bismol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I went to the office today, I didn't think much was going to happen. &amp;nbsp;But at 8:40am, when I returned to my desk...hula girl was waiting for me...again. &amp;nbsp;She had a new note on there which counted down the days before I left for Hawaii, pictures of Lilo from Lilo and Stitch and the Aloha oe song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. &amp;nbsp;I just about dropped a couple of bricks because I didn't think I'd see hula girl today. &amp;nbsp;And there she was. &amp;nbsp;But I thought I'd change up the game. &amp;nbsp;I took a picture of hula girl, printed it out and wrote a note on there declaring:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I've been kidnapped! &amp;nbsp;I'm being taken back to my homeland!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was going to do the travelling gnome thing where I'd take her everywhere with me to Hawaii and take pictures of her doing things. &amp;nbsp;I was going to come back with a damn photo album. &amp;nbsp;I was so stoked to take her that after I put up the kidnapping picture, I locked her up in my file cabinet. &amp;nbsp;Totally under lock and key. Every once in a while, I'd look into the file cabinet to make sure she was there. &amp;nbsp;And she was! &amp;nbsp;Phew!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, fast forward to the end of the day when I'm ready to go home. &amp;nbsp; I walk back to my desk all confident that I got this person. &amp;nbsp;But imagine my face when I opened up my locked cabinet to find that the doll has vanished, AGAIN!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my friend over and I could barely talk because I was crying from all the laughing. &amp;nbsp;OMG. &amp;nbsp;This person/group is SO good. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a new plan in mind tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I have every intention to take hula with me to Hawaii. &amp;nbsp; Let's see if hula girl shows up again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1913754527970889323?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1913754527970889323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1913754527970889323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1913754527970889323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1913754527970889323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hula-girl.html' title='Hula Girl'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jcLhHjWoDM/Ts3b17WN0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UpIrU1wzkOQ/s72-c/IMG_1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1063757593578260429</id><published>2011-11-23T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:02:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubs</title><content type='html'>I had a chat with my kids tonight about their day. &amp;nbsp;My eldest mentioned that it wasn't that great of a day. &amp;nbsp;I asked her why and she said that she was kicked out of the Moshi club (weird creatures called Moshi monsters). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what threw me was when she said that she wanted to go back to the classroom early, but when the club heard that, they "banished" her from the club. &amp;nbsp;We talked about how she felt and of course she felt excluded. &amp;nbsp;But we also talked about options, we talked about choices, and we kind of worked it out about her next steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusion is a funny thing because sometimes people exclude themselves rather than actually being excluded. &amp;nbsp;If you want to be included into something, then ask. &amp;nbsp; Case and point...I talked to the mother tonight to get some insight into the situation. &amp;nbsp;She basically said that the kids told her that she was welcome to come back whenever to the club. &amp;nbsp;And the mom is part of the everyday school activities...she knows what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my kid wasn't banished...just my kid banished herself for no reason. &amp;nbsp;Well, she's happy to hear that she's going back to the Moshi club tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1063757593578260429?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1063757593578260429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1063757593578260429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1063757593578260429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1063757593578260429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/clubs.html' title='Clubs'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6772078219107004127</id><published>2011-11-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:32:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste Test</title><content type='html'>I love doing consumer research. &amp;nbsp;Oh, somebody wants to pay me for my time to test something and then I get paid for it? &amp;nbsp;Like they need to ask twice!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part is that this time, it's a taste test! &amp;nbsp;Woo hoo! &amp;nbsp; Yeah, you bet I'll give my opinion. &amp;nbsp;And I don't even have to worry about it being wrong...they just want to know if it will taste good and whether or not it will sell. &amp;nbsp;I'm in! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tastebuds are ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6772078219107004127?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6772078219107004127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6772078219107004127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6772078219107004127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6772078219107004127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/taste-test.html' title='Taste Test'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1014357523024325996</id><published>2011-11-12T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:30:43.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>My one kid has a "shark" tooth and it was wreaking havoc on all her other teeth.  Basically, the shark tooth was a whole extra tooth.  But it was sitting behind her front teeth, pushing them to the side where they shouldn't be...and leaving no room for the incisor that is coming out.  The dentist recommended that the shark tooth be pulled and that's what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take my car in for servicing so my husband went to the dentist with my daughter.  I thought she'd be scared but she wasn't.  Before she went in, we did walk her through the process and told her what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got to the dentist's office, she opted to go in all by herself.  She didn't need dad there at all.  Yay!  When she got home, she was bleeding quite a bit, but that's to be expected with this type of surgery.  I was really surprised at the tooth though!  It was a whole 2 inches in length.  Yowsers!  You bet I took pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while she was enjoying her soft foods tonight, she decided she'd write a letter to the Tooth Fairy.  So sweet!  I think I'm going to keep this one.  Basically, it let the Tooth Fairy know that she's welcome to snacks again (last time, I left a small chocolate cheerios trail to let her know the fairy had some)...anything that was in the pantry.  She also made sure the fairy knew that it was an interior incisor.  Yeah.  Clarity is a good thing.  Tonight was a bigger expense for the Tooth Fairy, but it was a damn big tooth.  I'm hoping that she'll hold on a little longer to believing in the Tooth Fairy...such innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was reading some article and how this one kid hypothesized that there was no Tooth Fairy.  Dang.  This kid was smart.  Basically, he lost a tooth but didn't tell anybody.  He stuck it under his pillow and sure enough, no tooth fairy came to visit.  Boy, his parents were in trouble.  My turn will be soon to have the kids mad at me, but until then, I will enjoy leaving small trails of food or doing the cup of coloured water for my kid letting her think it's the Tooth Fairy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1014357523024325996?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1014357523024325996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1014357523024325996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1014357523024325996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1014357523024325996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/tooth-fairy.html' title='The Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3245409267326984301</id><published>2011-11-11T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:31:04.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>I think many people have lost sight of what Remembrance Day is.  I'm seeing Remembrance Day sales (crass), hearing about people stealing from poppy donation boxes (bloody unbelievable), people celebrating..etc., etc.   The one thing everybody seems to be talking about is this whole 11/11/11...and how it's a great day to be married.  I'm not saying that today should be a day where people mourn all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holy smokes people...take a moment and remember why we have this day.  Remember to thank a veteran today for the service and sacrifices they made so that we could have what we have.  I hate wars.  I hate the idea that we're fighting "them."  And I wish we never had to have this day...but we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I think back to being in Paris by the Arc de Triomphe and seeing the grave of an unknown soldier.  I remember how sad I felt.  This is one person who has yet to find their way home to their family.  Yet, I can only imagine how scared he might have been having to be in battle fighting for his country.  How much he must be missed.  So forget the sales, forget that Christmas is just around the corner, forget telling somebody Happy Remembrance Day and just remember why today exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3245409267326984301?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3245409267326984301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3245409267326984301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3245409267326984301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3245409267326984301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/remembrance-day.html' title='Remembrance Day'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6273837181855928657</id><published>2011-11-08T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:58:30.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mom</title><content type='html'>Part of being a mom is dealing with sick kids.  But it's not a part I like at all because it's very energy draining and it totally sucks to see your kid suffer.  Both of my kids were very sick last week.  But one is much better.  However, my youngest got a full blown ear infection starting last night.  UGH.  I hate those! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this morning, I stayed at home to do some work before the clinic opened.  I finally got to go and waited over 2 hours.  &lt;sigh&gt;  The only problem is that my kid was feeling so lousy and was in so much pain she started to cry at the clinic.  She was in pain and I know she wasn't faking it.  I tried to distract her, tried to calm her down...and she really was being a trooper.  I'm always amazed at the tears that come out of little beings...so many! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was "happy" when the visit was over because I could go and get some antibiotics for her.  When we got to the local pharmacy, I could tell there was a problem.  The pharmacist just had that "look" and then said, I'll be right back.  When he came back, he told me that the drug is in short supply and it's been back ordered for 6 months.  Apparently there is a global shortage of this one antibiotic.  What the...?!  He went on about his conspiracy theories...interesting, yes.  But today was not the day.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pharmacist had to discuss options with the doctor twice...finally, the one drug that could be used was found and was in stock.  So this is 40 minutes that I've been in the store by now.  When I finally go and pick up the drugs, the pharmacist then has the "look" again.  OMG.  I just want to go home as does my kid!  She's feeling so miserable!  He calls the doctor again because the dosage seems much too high for her.  Actually, I'm glad he took the time to make sure it was the right dosage, but of all days?  Finally we get home and my kid is just worn out from crying and being in pain.  Don't blame her.  I gave her the meds, she ate a bit and then she went to go rest.  Thank goodness I could work at home today so I could keep up on the work and take the kid to the clinic.  Let's hope for a good night tonight and she's well on the road of healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6273837181855928657?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6273837181855928657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6273837181855928657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6273837181855928657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6273837181855928657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-mom.html' title='Being a Mom'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1828039129008424958</id><published>2011-11-07T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:04:56.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti</title><content type='html'>Graffiti, how I hate thee. &amp;nbsp;Especially now that my cement wall has been tagged. &amp;nbsp;Yes, big blue outlines of some word I can't read. &amp;nbsp;Great...I got a gangster who can't spell doing some spray painting damage to my wall. &amp;nbsp;Someone said that I should be grateful these folks didn't do more. &amp;nbsp;Yep, true. &amp;nbsp;But what bothers me about this is that someone is vandalizing my property and I have to take the time and money to deal with it. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just like a hit and run (just dealt with 2 for my car, thank you very much), again, I get damage and someone gets away scott free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to put that extra coating so that it's more difficult for taggers to do any further graffiti on my wall.  But with the rain, the cement can't dry out enough.  My big concern is that they will tag us once again.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not much I can do except clean it up.  Well, my Airmiles account will grow a lot quicker now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1828039129008424958?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1828039129008424958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1828039129008424958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1828039129008424958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1828039129008424958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/graffiti.html' title='Graffiti'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-915192732110346573</id><published>2011-11-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:57:50.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tire</title><content type='html'>Last night I had to take my kids to an activity. &amp;nbsp;It was just an ugly night...total downpour. &amp;nbsp;I could barely see &amp;nbsp;where I was going. &amp;nbsp;And it wasn't helpful that the area wasn't well lit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it there safely and also safely back home. &amp;nbsp;Phew! &amp;nbsp;Did all I had to do that night and waited for my husband to come home. &amp;nbsp;He had a late night...but when he walked in, he made a comment of eating and then changing my tire. &amp;nbsp;What?! &amp;nbsp;I wasn't going to change my tires to winter tires on a Wednesday night at 9:30pm. &amp;nbsp;That's just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to go out in the garage to listen to my left rear tire. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have to walk far into the garage to hear the hissing coming out of the tire. &amp;nbsp;BAH. &amp;nbsp;Upon closer inspection, there was a huge nail that punctured the tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my rant...I was fine. &amp;nbsp;I was actually quite thankful that it happened the way it did. &amp;nbsp;It would have really sucked if I was on the road and this happened...I might not have made it home without pulling to the side of the road to change my tire. &amp;nbsp;I could do it, but really, I'd rather not. &amp;nbsp;And I could have been in an area that was dark and scary. &amp;nbsp;EEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I want to spend money on fixing this? &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;But it is what it is. &amp;nbsp;It's now fixed and I'm now $35 poorer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-915192732110346573?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/915192732110346573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=915192732110346573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/915192732110346573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/915192732110346573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/tire.html' title='Tire'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6870870357236207746</id><published>2011-11-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:10:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Video</title><content type='html'>Some people are just cool and have the best attitudes.  Check out this 92 year old grandma.  My goodness.  I hope I live to be that long, be that healthy and continue to have a great attitude like her.&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WsYAXPqVnYM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6870870357236207746?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6870870357236207746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6870870357236207746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6870870357236207746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6870870357236207746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cool-video.html' title='Cool Video'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WsYAXPqVnYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7455801032179018479</id><published>2011-11-01T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:08:53.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Those that know me know that I shop throughout the year for Christmas gifts.  I'm usually done by November.  But this year, I was really stuck on certain gifts.  UGH. Talk about mental block.  But I had an epiphany about my outstanding gifts and the ideas flowed suddenly!!!  The blockage is gone!  And I basically completed my list and just have to go buy those gifts now.  YES!  Out of all the gifts that I'm getting for folks this year, there is one gift that I am giving to a great friend who is so young at heart.  And I wish I could be there when he opened his gift this year.  I don't want to say a word on here...but I'm stinking excited to give this gift!  And if everything goes well, next year, I get to give one gift to my husband that's big.  But I already told him (because he's such a difficult person to buy for), if I get him this gift, it's his "every occasion gift" for next year. So, here's to reminding all you procrastinators out there...it's November.  Yes, December comes after November.  And yes, December 25th is still Christmas.   Now go out there and destress your life and get some gifts already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7455801032179018479?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7455801032179018479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7455801032179018479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7455801032179018479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7455801032179018479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6681549927620129234</id><published>2011-11-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:11:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum</title><content type='html'>Today I got to go to a forum that was an interdepartmental forum.  I went to one sponsored by this group 2 years ago and it was terrible.  But this time, different topics were made available and I thought I'd give it another try.I was pleasantly surprised and I thought it was great!  I really got a chance to network, meet some new folks and learn lots.  I even bumped into some old pals from previous workplaces.  So lots of good chats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keynote speaker was good...though, I thought I was going to guffaw loudly at one point.  I didn't have a problem with what she said, but my one co-worker hates all my Oprah crap...including Oprah's Life Classes.  I thought my co-worker was going to vomit after hearing that and I had a good laugh at their expense.  But the keynote really did make some good points and I did agree with all that she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended 2 workshops and I thought they were great!  One was called CEO of Your Career.  She was an entertaining speaker.  And she made some good points.  I was paired up with someone awesome.  And we really pow-wowed through our activity.  The second workshop I went to was an HR panel.  I even got to ask a question...and all other questions were questions I would have wanted to ask too.  Lots of detail and concrete examples.  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our Cafe Discussions.  Basically...every table had a Manager from a Department that would speak on certain topics.  Some were about soft skills, some were about career advancement, some were about Personal Learning Plans...basically everything related to career.  All 4 that I had were really enlightened Managers, spoke the truth and had great information.  I got a chance to ask many questions from each of them.  Each one of these managers made some excellent points that I totally abide by at the workplace.  And to me, this was really refreshing as I know that my ideas are not always widely shared with other employees at the workplace.  It's ok that we have different opinions about these ideas.  I agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lots of good tidbits from all the speakers and managers including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* if you're wanting a pat on the back, maybe you shouldn't be looking at the public service.  While working at the public service, you need to understand that joy and self satisfaction from your job are more important than someone giving you kudos.  - AMEN!  Don't get me wrong, I feel that I do get kudos because I do work hard.  But when I do a project well, I do not expect a kudos at all.  It's my job.  I actually like it.  And I really do derive satisfaction from it.  I don't need a manager telling me that I did great...yeesh...they've got enough to deal with.  I know this is rough for some people to hear...but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it's a workplace.  If a friendship develops, great.  But first and foremost, it's a workplace.  Get the work done.  * don't go complaining to a manager...over and over and over again about the same thing.   Go to the manager with the issue and some type of solution or some way of mitigating those types of conflicts.  Nothing irks a manager more than you going into the office to complain about someone else with no solution.  I'm not saying that people's complaints aren't valid...but you can't keep going on and on and on over the same complaints but have nothing to add to the solution.   Managers want to hear the issues so that they can correct problems...but please, let's be constructive about it.  I kept hearing this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  know the style of the person you're dealing with.  And if you don't know, learn.  Yeah...some folks don't switch up their style to work with others and it's a real shame.  It just makes it so much easier to work with others if you can switch it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* have a good attitude.  (Hallelujah!!!)  Nothing sucks the energy of other people in the workplace more than a bad attitude.  Yes, I agree that there's probably a story behind attitudes.  But it goes back to the point of the workplace being a workplace.  Debbie Downers are no fun.  They are the only ones that can change their attitude.  And yes, sometimes the attitude comes because of all the turmoil in the workplace.  It's ok to be mad.  It's ok to be downright pissed.  But work through those issues and move on.  Why continue with the attitude to hurt your own health and be the vortex of darkness around the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lots learned.  Glad I took the time to go.  Hoping to meet up with some of the folks I met today at the next forum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6681549927620129234?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6681549927620129234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6681549927620129234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6681549927620129234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6681549927620129234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/forum.html' title='Forum'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7969240790173247485</id><published>2011-11-01T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:13:31.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>I got my eyes checked not too long ago.  Happy to know that my prescription hasn't changed much!  Yeah!  But I think I need to clean my contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the airport to pick up my dad from his latest trip.  He was gone a month and finally was ok to come home.  He went to go see his elementary school friends who still keep in touch with my dad.  I love that my dad is going back to see his buddies.  But when I went to go pick him up at the airport...I kept waving to the wrong people.  Basically, I thought they were my dad.  They had the same type of walk, similar hair cut and about the same amount of luggage.  I also waved to this one person and I really felt like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...waved to a woman who had a pink baseball cap on and had a sweatshirt that when you wore a hood, it would make you look like a bear.  Like that Hello Kitty series where that damn cat wears a "costume" for every animal she wants to be...only to forget she's still a cat.  I was thankful that the hooded woman was not my dad.  We'd have to chat about his line of clothing.  But I finally found my dad.  And my girls came with me so they ran up to him and hugged him...lots of kisses too. &amp;nbsp;No need to mention to my dad about my eyes...and to all the people I waved to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7969240790173247485?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7969240790173247485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7969240790173247485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7969240790173247485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7969240790173247485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/11/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7574410346686605527</id><published>2011-10-31T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:12:36.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>The kids are so stinking excited about today.  They have a beautiful night to go Trick or Treating.  Yay!  Especially since it's my night to go with them.  I've got a vampire princess and a chinese cinderella.  SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun.  Just hope the hubby gets home in time to give out candy!  I hate sticking them by the door because some kids take more than their share...and of course, you've got the crappy kid that may just take the whole bowl.  But if he's not home in time, that's just the way it is.  BAD karma to the kid that takes it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My block is kind of crazy with decorations.  I'm sure it's beat the Jones' attitude.  But there is this one house, seriously...I get cold sweats just walking up the stairs.  Last year, I made it partway up the stairs and had to retreat back I was so freaked out.  And my one kid this year wants to "risk" it and go to the house.  She's on her fricken own.  My ticker can't handle that house.  It's that awesomely horrifying.  She'll probably scream the whole time.  NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another year, another Halloween.  Hope everybody has a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7574410346686605527?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7574410346686605527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7574410346686605527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7574410346686605527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7574410346686605527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-595217531885780977</id><published>2011-10-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:12:22.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Products</title><content type='html'>Soap products are fun to shop for.   Lately, I've seen more &lt;a href="http://www.cleopatraschoice.com/brand-name-cleopatra-s-choice-body-care-natural-soap.html"&gt;african soap&lt;/a&gt; products.   Are they any better or worse?  Not sure.  But they are different...I'm thinking that they probably have other ingredients that we don't have as much here.  But call me a cheapie.  I don't like to spend that much on soap.  I'm pretty sure my regular stuff is just fine and I'm clean from it.  But whenever I feel the need to splurge, these types of soaps might be the ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-595217531885780977?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/595217531885780977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=595217531885780977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/595217531885780977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/595217531885780977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/soap-products.html' title='Soap Products'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-9002009383616662575</id><published>2011-10-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:14:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...winter is approaching.  I can't say I'm looking forward to it.  But it's coming whether or not I want it.I have to find a day to change my tires to snow tires.  Some folks are ok with  All Season tires and that's great.  I just need that extra boost of confidence as I do drive a fair distance to work.  I'm glad that I don't have to deal with &lt;a href="http://www.cracksandracks.com/ski-snowboard-racks-c-120.html"&gt;ski racks&lt;/a&gt;.  That seems like it's a bit of work.    But maybe if I did ski, maybe I would think differently.  Hopefully this winter will be a mild one...crossing my fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-9002009383616662575?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/9002009383616662575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=9002009383616662575' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9002009383616662575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/9002009383616662575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7448087832885531388</id><published>2011-10-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:15:03.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah chat</title><content type='html'>Oprah haters...don't even read this.  For my Oprah peeps...read on!Today, I had a chance to have a good chat with a friend about Oprah's Life Classes.  She's been watching what she can but she seems to be really enjoying the series.  Me too!!! My friend and I both agree that we already live in a way that does reflect the lessons talked about on Oprah's webcast.  But we're still getting "A HA" moments.  That's a good thing as that means we're constantly learning.  I disagree with some stuff...and some of it's too hokey...even for me.  If anything, it's an opportunity to discuss difficult topics and continuously understand how we can evolve.  Topics on Anger and Energy were excellent.  Didn't like the Paula Deen one.  Maybe it's because I pictured her putting 3 pounds of butter on her own advice.So, I'm continuing with the Oprah Life Lessons...despite the eye rolling from a certain some one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7448087832885531388?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7448087832885531388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7448087832885531388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7448087832885531388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7448087832885531388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/oprah-chat.html' title='Oprah chat'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6506323199428311106</id><published>2011-10-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:01:51.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parity</title><content type='html'>Goody!  The Canadian dollar is above parity compared to the US dollar.  Awesome.  Well, maybe not so much for businesses to Canada.  However, it's good for my pocket when shopping in the states...especially groceries.  Been getting some great deals. But it also goes to show that the &lt;a href="http://www.posguys.com/retail-pos-systems_39/"&gt;Retail System&lt;/a&gt; here in this country needs a boost or a change.  For example, charging us the US price for books!!!  I still can't stand that. I feel terrible that I've been shopping in the US so much.  But if I'm saving that much, why wouldn't I?   Gotta save where I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6506323199428311106?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6506323199428311106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6506323199428311106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6506323199428311106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6506323199428311106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/parity.html' title='Parity'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-203223504919715938</id><published>2011-10-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:49:39.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, I was a Project Officer.  Basically, my job was to recommend funding for projects, write up the contract, then monitor the project to the end of the contract.  I was responsible for projects as "little" as $2,000 and some projects up to $500,000 or more.  Some projects were easier than others just due to the nature of certain project criteria. However, some were more difficult.  But for a new project trying to get funding, those were the most difficult ones to deal with.  As an officer, I had to make sure it met all the right criteria...but the risk was that there was no previous history...would it do well?  Would it fail?  Is it worthy?  And in a job such as this, you have to go with your gut.  Sometimes new projects were better than ones that had been funded for 10 years because the new projects were innovative and help a new market.  One of the projects I funded was a centre to help street workers get off the street.  This was in the form of finding legitimate work, helping in obtaining skills in legitimate work, finding housing, etc.  I really had to fight to get this project funded because it was outside of the norm of projects that were funded.  It was new and people were unsure that this was a risk that the organization should take.  But I knew it would be a good choice.  And I knew it would help those individuals that are some of the most vulnerable people in society. And fast forward to today...saw that the centre is celebrating 10 years.  I'm reading about some of the success stories that have come out of that centre.   Just amazing.    The people that come to that centre have turned their life around in some form or fashion.   Granted, maybe the numbers are not as huge as mainstream centres that help unemployed folks.  But considering the population and how difficult it is to get them to trust anybody and also get off the street...nothing short of a miracle I say.  Glad to see the centre is still running.  Glad I went with my gut on funding this place.  And so, so happy for those that have turned their life around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-203223504919715938?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/203223504919715938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=203223504919715938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/203223504919715938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/203223504919715938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7920779031935789621</id><published>2011-10-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:38:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geocaching</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I tried looking for my first geocache!  And I can see why people do this now.  One of the reasons people geocache is to explore parts of the city/world/area that others are wanting them to enjoy.  And at the end of it, find a little treasure, momento or just a chance to say you were there through a notebook or the geocache itself.  Every item and signature brings a story which is another great reason people do this. I tried it as I had a small bit of time to kill and it was such a beautiful day on Saturday.  I went to an area by Granville and 75th...would have never ventured there on a regular day.  And I'm so glad I did!  My youngest daughter was with me and we found this public pathway that took us to a beautiful view of the water. We had a chance to walk the pathway, enjoy the sun and each other's company while looking for the geocache.  Unfortunately, due to the limited time, we didn't find it.  Though I know we were in the right area.  But my daughter was very interested and can't wait for her next search with me! I'm hooked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7920779031935789621?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7920779031935789621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7920779031935789621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7920779031935789621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7920779031935789621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/geocaching.html' title='Geocaching'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1432796401262314252</id><published>2011-10-19T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:11:46.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jello</title><content type='html'>Jello really is one of the bestest snacks and treats out there.  I love the stuff!!!  Blackberry and Razzleberry Blue are 2 of my favourites.  Of course, there are the regular favourites...I'd say strawberry is one of the classics.So imagine my glee when I saw the jello app for the iPhone.  Oh yeah, Jello that jiggles to the best of your music.  Yeah...Jello, you are now even COOLER in my books!&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dlf32JTeNIo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1432796401262314252?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1432796401262314252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1432796401262314252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1432796401262314252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1432796401262314252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/jello.html' title='Jello'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dlf32JTeNIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7064416084447358221</id><published>2011-10-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:24:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted a video on Facebook.  And I thought it was going to be this cheesy video.  I mean, how many "good" videos have you seen out there that are on youtube?  But I loved this one!  Totally fun and different!  I want one for my bathroom!  And one for my kid's bathroom!  Though, they may never come out because they were having so much fun.  &lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u6uYJ38RDaA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7064416084447358221?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7064416084447358221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7064416084447358221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7064416084447358221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7064416084447358221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mirrors.html' title='Mirrors'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u6uYJ38RDaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-831366485092688105</id><published>2011-10-19T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:21:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunglasses Part II</title><content type='html'>Oooo...I found some sunglasses that are well within my range.  And they seem to offer much better protection than the crappy ones I have!  I've never heard of &lt;a href="http://www.ccoutdoorstore.com/julbo-sunglasses-glacier-glasses-and-goggles.html"&gt;julbo sunglasses&lt;/a&gt; but they seem neat.  Yeah...even sunglasses for kids!I think the prices are reasonable and something I'd be willing to buy...and look like a responsible adult for once.  One day, I'll be all grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-831366485092688105?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/831366485092688105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=831366485092688105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/831366485092688105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/831366485092688105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunglasses-part-ii.html' title='Sunglasses Part II'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1357758410750234646</id><published>2011-10-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:18:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>OMG.  There is this one person on the 3rd floor in our office that is a total snob. Seriously...this person has worked in the building for years.  And every time I say hello...this person totally ignores me and walks away.  Ummmm...what happened to common &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/greetings.html"&gt;greetings&lt;/a&gt;?  I keep saying hello to this person as it's some stupid game now.  Fine, you don't want to talk to me?  I'll keep talking to you.  Let me continue to bother you.  The fascinating part is that this not the first person to do this.  There is another person that used to do this to me.  After 11 years, I broke this person down.  And now I can't shut them up.  Serves me right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1357758410750234646?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1357758410750234646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1357758410750234646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1357758410750234646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1357758410750234646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6257957111421225114</id><published>2011-10-19T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:57:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Ideas</title><content type='html'>I don't know about other women out there, but I hate buying presents for my husband.  I find him terribly difficult to shop for.  Either he's already bought the items for himself or what I bought wasn't the right model...or whatever I thought he'd like, he hates. So I try different search words in google...&lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/gifts-for-men-RGFMN"&gt;top gift ideas for men&lt;/a&gt;, what to get for a husband, what to get a geek...blah, blah.  I didn't say anything but it worked out that this Christmas, we will be buying a joint gift for each other.  And next year, if all goes as planned, I will be taking my husband to China and Hong Kong...and paying his way.  I told him if it works out, that is his "every special event that I have to buy you a gift" present.  I'm scott free next year.  Only one gift and that's it!!!Oh, that is well worth every penny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6257957111421225114?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6257957111421225114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6257957111421225114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6257957111421225114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6257957111421225114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/gift-ideas.html' title='Gift Ideas'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4385520462118162470</id><published>2011-10-19T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:53:08.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Be Remembered</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend the other day and somehow we got on the conversation of scorned lovers.  "Remember that astronaut that went nutso to get her lover back?""Oh, the one that wore those &lt;a href="http://www.disposablemedicalexpress.com/"&gt;adult diapers&lt;/a&gt; so she wouldn't have to stop anywhere?""Yeah.  That one.  Those must have been good diapers.  But I'd hate to be remembered by that."And unfortunately, for this woman, she'll always be remembered as the astronaut that wore diapers.  So sad.  I know that love can make us do strange things.  But I hope I never do that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4385520462118162470?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4385520462118162470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4385520462118162470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4385520462118162470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4385520462118162470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/way-to-be-remembered.html' title='Way to Be Remembered'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-442002497047912415</id><published>2011-10-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:49:58.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>We've had a nice couple of days of sunny weather.  Awesome!  I can never have enough of this.  It's crisp, but it's Fall.  I can bundle up...and it's so worth it to see the sun.  However, sunny days are not good when you don't have sunglasses while driving.  I thought I was going to go blind the other day.  I wish I could pay good money to get a really awesome pair of sunglasses like a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.eyesave.com/brands/b63-d1-pg1/Prada-Sunglasses/index.aspx"&gt;prada sunglasses&lt;/a&gt;.  I think the quality is there, but I need quantity.  I break and lose so many pairs of glasses that I could never keep up in buying expensive sunglasses.  One day, when I grow up and get my act together, I will buy a pair of expensive sunglasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-442002497047912415?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/442002497047912415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=442002497047912415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/442002497047912415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/442002497047912415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunglasses.html' title='Sunglasses'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6954361704021880943</id><published>2011-10-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:54:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Film</title><content type='html'>I love films...short films are good too.  But a short film about cupcakes?  Holy smokes!  I'm totally in!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up this short film and I really enjoyed it and I thought I would share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26109345?byline=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26109345"&gt;Recette filmée : Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/datafone"&gt;))) datafone&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6954361704021880943?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6954361704021880943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6954361704021880943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6954361704021880943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6954361704021880943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/short-film.html' title='Short Film'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4278407824193855564</id><published>2011-10-16T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:53:06.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Tires</title><content type='html'>I have to find a weekend in the next bit to change my "all season" tires to my "winter" tires.  I like to be prepared and I want some extra "assistance" if there is frost on the roads, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting to get on this as they keep predicting it will be the coldest winter we've had in a long time.  I'm ok with cold as long as there is no snow.  I don't like the stuff...but we need it for water...so let it snow abundantly on the mountains!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it snows, I highly doubt I'll ever need to get &lt;a href="http://www.tirechaindealer.com/"&gt;snow chains&lt;/a&gt; for the city.  And thank goodness I don't have to travel to places where I'll need those.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the winter is an ok one with minimal snow on the ground here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4278407824193855564?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4278407824193855564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4278407824193855564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4278407824193855564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4278407824193855564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-tires.html' title='Winter Tires'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8272531248527906593</id><published>2011-10-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:48:59.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, my husband comes home and is wanting to show me something.  He pulls up a chair next to me.  I'm at my computer desk and he puts this beautiful box on it.  It's black, sleek and about the size of a small photo album.   I see a round shiny thing...but it's quite big like one of those  &lt;a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/Results.aspx?pid=10021775"&gt;industrial bearings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's opening the box with such care and precision.  Wow.  I'm thinking he's won some big award again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I ever wrong.  It was the case for Gears of War 3.  BAH.  Once I saw that, I knew I wasn't going to see him for days.  He'd be playing that damn game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have preferred the award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8272531248527906593?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8272531248527906593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8272531248527906593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8272531248527906593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8272531248527906593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5432629136985087139</id><published>2011-10-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:59:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beds</title><content type='html'>My hubby has been complaining about our mattress lately.  Says it's too firm.  He's the one with the bad back so it probably affects him more.  He mentioned he'd love to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.foambymail.com/memory-foam-mattress.html"&gt;memory foam mattress&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;  It would be nice.  But they are not in our price range at this time.  I remember trying one out and thinking I didn't want to ever leave the bed.  EVER.  They were that comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll see how it goes.  Maybe there's the option to try just the topper.  Not sure if those are the same.  But that might be the in between option that would work out for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5432629136985087139?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5432629136985087139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5432629136985087139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5432629136985087139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5432629136985087139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/beds.html' title='Beds'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7105720672998813899</id><published>2011-10-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:54:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling</title><content type='html'>In my attempt at selling my kids stuff on Craigslist, I thought I'd go through the house and start pulling out stuff that I no longer use and sell.  For example, my &lt;a href="http://www.beadaholique.com/"&gt;jewelry beads supply&lt;/a&gt;, or some paints, or some of my fabric from some of the fabric flowers I made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, every time I start pulling out stuff to sell, my kids see it and are totally interested in trying the craft.  Then I have to put it all back.  All that work for nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have to send them off to a grandparent's house and then start pulling out the stuff to sell.  Now I'm thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7105720672998813899?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7105720672998813899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7105720672998813899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7105720672998813899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7105720672998813899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/selling.html' title='Selling'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4919904247585508316</id><published>2011-10-11T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:18:24.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah</title><content type='html'>Oh Oprah.  How I love thee!  I love that you're back with some new life classes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's topic is a good one.  Anger.  What is it, how do we learn from it and how do we move on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dealt with issues my own way.  And this class put a new perspective on things.  It's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo...I wonder what tomorrow's topic will be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, time to pull on my Oprah sweatshirt and finish watching this episode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4919904247585508316?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4919904247585508316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4919904247585508316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4919904247585508316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4919904247585508316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/oprah.html' title='Oprah'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3088948043321913290</id><published>2011-10-11T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:03:09.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that used to work in one of those &lt;a href="http://www.kgaction.com/"&gt;commercial collection agencies&lt;/a&gt;.  Honestly, I'm not sure how he did it.  Those would be tough phones calls to make.  And I'm sure you don't get people saying how happy they are that you called them.  Probably one of the hardest times of people's lives and the job would entail you calling them and getting them to pay back what they owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying it can't be done.  And there are people that are great at this type of work.  However, I'm not one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3088948043321913290?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3088948043321913290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3088948043321913290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3088948043321913290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3088948043321913290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7587441547017609492</id><published>2011-10-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:46:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well, another Thanksgiving come and gone.  This year was a little different in terms of celebrating...that's because half the family isn't here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up hosting Thanksgiving this year.  We had my family (4 of us) and my brother in law, sister in law and their son.  So 7 of us in total.  That's it!  Easy, peasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my kids and I had a dentist appointment that day, I couldn't make a turkey.  No offence to my husband, I just didn't trust him with the bird.  For those that know me...remember the story of the first meal he made for me.  Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ended up buying 2 roast chickens...and just made a ton of easy sides.  All the sides were done within an hour.  It was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all just chilled, the kids played and a good time was had by all.  That is, until the evening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.  I was the only one that ate the tzatziki.  I had checked the expiry date and I wasn't even close to it.  Let's just say I had food poisoning that night from 2 bites of that stuff. I guess I didn't remember what date I opened it and thought it was still good.  The bucket and washroom were my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of a yucky evening, I had a great time with family.  I have lots to be grateful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7587441547017609492?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7587441547017609492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7587441547017609492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7587441547017609492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7587441547017609492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5319594699104041954</id><published>2011-10-09T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:40:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Mats</title><content type='html'>I've tried yoga before, but it's just not my thing.  If I'm going to exercise, I like to punch things instead.  It's a great way to beat out some anger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know many people who do yoga that really enjoy it.  And they look so cute with all their gear!  I like the clothing, but I'd just look like a fat sausage.  However, the one thing I'd consider buying is one of those &lt;a href="http://www.sunshineyoga.com/yoga-mats.html"&gt;sunshine yoga mats&lt;/a&gt;.  With a name attached to sunshine, it makes me happy already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until I learn to like it, I think I'll leave the yoga gear to those that actually like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5319594699104041954?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5319594699104041954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5319594699104041954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5319594699104041954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5319594699104041954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/yoga-mats.html' title='Yoga Mats'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6996781310666055291</id><published>2011-10-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:36:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searches</title><content type='html'>I shop for Christmas gifts throughout the year because I hate shopping in the malls during December.  BAH.  That just gives me heartburn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I shop on the internet depending on the gift.  I could search  &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=GOGGLES"&gt;ski goggles canada&lt;/a&gt; for one of my brother in laws.  Or just "cool DVDs" for another brother in law.  Oooo...I love searching for "gifts for geeks" for my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the search words continue.  However, at the end of the night, I end up searching for information that has nothing to do with what I started with.  Good times...but I need to focus better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6996781310666055291?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6996781310666055291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6996781310666055291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6996781310666055291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6996781310666055291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/searches.html' title='Searches'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-3393188079159479422</id><published>2011-10-09T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:04:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Web</title><content type='html'>Many moons ago, I actually got a certificate in Web Development.  Part of the reason why I went into that field was I saw many &lt;a href="http://www.techcareers.com/jobsearch/technology/application-development/default.asp?job=web+developer"&gt;Web Developer Jobs&lt;/a&gt;.  Having completed my certificate, I couldn't find work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't try hard enough.  And I think my timing was a bit on the off side...as in, the boom of internet web developers had already hit and was on the decline.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real shame as I had hoped to go into that field, use some of my creativity mixed in with web media to work on some cool creative projects.  But that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a waste?  No.  Education is never a waste.  But it'll just have to be a hobby rather than a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-3393188079159479422?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393188079159479422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=3393188079159479422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3393188079159479422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/3393188079159479422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/web.html' title='The Web'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2678686558598767560</id><published>2011-10-09T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:57:17.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ads</title><content type='html'>I know that Facebook "tracks" me in some form or fashion.  This way, they can give me the "best" ads.  But why would I get something for &lt;a href="http://www.austinwellnessclinic.com/blog/austin-wellness-clinic-in-the-news.html"&gt;HCG weight loss Austin&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't understand this...I don't live in Austin!  Weight loss, maybe...but really, somewhere in the states that takes at least 8 hours to fly to?  Can't say it's close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Facebook gnomes...time to go back and do your homework about my preferences and what ads I should see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2678686558598767560?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2678686558598767560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2678686558598767560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2678686558598767560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2678686558598767560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ads.html' title='Ads'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4079725683818208960</id><published>2011-10-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:55:21.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingerie</title><content type='html'>In every women's or even my husband's guy magazines, there are always ads for women's lingerie. There are &lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/teddies"&gt;teddies for women&lt;/a&gt;, beautiful bras and panty sets, etc.  I don't mind looking at it as some of it's pretty beautiful.  As for me wearing it?  Whatever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, just like high heels who were invented by men, lingerie was also invented by them.  &lt;sigh&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see what women are going to create that men will think is a necessity...but a total pain to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4079725683818208960?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4079725683818208960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4079725683818208960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4079725683818208960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4079725683818208960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/lingerie.html' title='Lingerie'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8767077912081729066</id><published>2011-10-09T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:30:17.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RVs</title><content type='html'>My husband doesn't speak Chinese.  Even though there is a language barrier, he tries his best to talk about things that are interesting to my parents.  I'm sure he doesn't care about the topics, but good on him for putting an effort in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at one of our last dinners, my dad decided he wanted to talk about RVs.  That's right.  The big honking vehicles to travel around in.  He talked about a model he liked and what he'd use it for.  My husband took out his phone and started doing a web search to ask if it's the one my dad was interested in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept yapping about it.  But I think it's a pipe dream for him right now.  I don't think he's even gotten a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;rv insurance quote&lt;/a&gt; or thought about gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully, he will get his RV one day.  He'd have a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8767077912081729066?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8767077912081729066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8767077912081729066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8767077912081729066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8767077912081729066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/rvs.html' title='RVs'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-2062841978429208259</id><published>2011-10-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:21:22.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking</title><content type='html'>I need to get more organized around the house.  I might be good at organizing at work, my schedule, and sometimes even my life...but my house?  Gosh...have to work on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I was trying to find a pair of Link To Copy: &lt;a href="http://www.martorusa.com/"&gt;box cutters&lt;/a&gt; so I could open a box.  Simple right?  And I know there are 5 pairs in the house.  But do you think I ever put it back where it belongs?  No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I end up cursing, finding unsafe ways to open a box, and usually end up buying 1 more pair of cutters.  Why?!!!  I just have to put it back where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think by now I'd get it.  Obviously not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-2062841978429208259?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/2062841978429208259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=2062841978429208259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2062841978429208259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/2062841978429208259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking.html' title='Looking'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6662781723951252984</id><published>2011-10-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:07:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplies</title><content type='html'>I was watching the Food Network yesterday (suprise, suprise!) and I was watching The Opener.  Pretty good show.  But I was extra interested as they were showcasing a Vancouver restaurant called The Helm.  Basically 4 friends, all under the age of 25 pooled their money together to start a restaurant.  But none of them have ever run a business before. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a chance to see the chaos in ordering &lt;a href="http://www.restaurantsolutionsinc.com/c-658-bar-supplies.aspx"&gt;bar supplies&lt;/a&gt;, furniture, food, etc.  I don't think I'd ever have the heart to start a restaurant.  The thought of cost over runs and not understanding costs and mark ups would give me heartburn and I'm sure a heart attack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say that even though they got their act in gear at the end, the dumbest choice they made was to let go of their chef.  She was awesome and she totally understood the farm to table concept which was the concept of the whole business.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked out their website and it's totally sad to see that whole concept now gone.  Such a shame....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6662781723951252984?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6662781723951252984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6662781723951252984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6662781723951252984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6662781723951252984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/10/supplies.html' title='Supplies'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-648680042995503065</id><published>2011-09-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:26:37.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>Both of my girls are in Girl Guides.  I purposely put them in as I thought it was an opportunity for them to try new things, meet new friends and learn about goals.  My eldest seems to be enjoying it and has continued for her 3rd year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest just started tonight and she has been so excited about going!  Especially seeing her sister in guides, she couldn't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that I know is a "must have to do" is something that I don't care to do.  Help the kids sell cookies.  OMG.  I know it's important...but now that both are in guides, I have close to 100 boxes to sell.  Yeah, 100 boxes of mint cookies.  That's a lot of fricken cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in an age where almost everybody is on some type of gluten free, sugar free, diabetic, no carb, no treat, Weight Watchers, South Beach, Atkins, or cleanse, it makes it a little hard to sell cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to hoping that they sell all 100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-648680042995503065?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/648680042995503065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=648680042995503065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/648680042995503065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/648680042995503065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1504658939316521139</id><published>2011-09-28T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:18:03.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>My dad has been going quite regularly back to China to meet up with his old school buds.  I love it.  I've always told him, there's no need to "save" the money for me as he's worked hard for it and he's had some pretty tough points in his life.  He should enjoy what his money can do for him...especially travelling.  He's still healthy and able to enjoy travelling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned a tour that he was planning to take next year and it piqued my interest.  8 days in Beijing and then he'd tack on a couple of extra days to go to Hong Kong.  So I'll say 14 days in total.  My stepmom would go too.  And I was really thinking of going so I asked him more about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to work out some logistics.  But I think I'm going to do it and go.  It's an opportunity to travel with my parents and see the country in their eyes.  As well, I want to go to Hong Kong.  I was born there and I've always said I wanted to go home.  This is a great chance.  And my parents can tell me and show me about where I was born, meet with relatives, and just check out where I could have ended up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the possibility!!!  Let's hope the logistics work out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1504658939316521139?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1504658939316521139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1504658939316521139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1504658939316521139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1504658939316521139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-1024733542271953099</id><published>2011-09-21T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:15:03.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboccione</title><content type='html'>A bamboccione is basically an older male that lives at home with his mom.  And why am I yapping about this?  Well, I was listening to the radio this afternoon and one of the DJs mentioned this word. She mentioned this because she read an article about a 41 year old guy in Italy that is basically getting kicked out by his own parents.  And if he doesn't leave, they're going to a lawyer and escalating this matter.  OMG.  A lawyer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked Vancouver who they knew was a bamboccione and how old these males were that were still staying at home.  I didn't think there would be too many calls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with callers saying their brother is 36 and still at home because he's lazy.  Then it was a friend who called in about their 44 year old best friend.  She couldn't understand why she was dating him because if they ever get married, the guy will expect her to be the same as mom.  I thought those stories were pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard stories of even older guys staying at home and basically mom was doing laundry, cooking for them, making lunches for them, waking them up for work, etc.  Really?!!  Why?!  Moms already did their job raising these children to adulthood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals as a mom is to make my kids independent and for them to leave home at some point.  I know that when they leave home, I will be crushed.  But as my dad says, you need to teach your kids to fly.  And yes, they will learn to fly as much as I want to shelter them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those bambocciones out there, time to give mom a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-1024733542271953099?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024733542271953099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=1024733542271953099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1024733542271953099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/1024733542271953099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/bamboccione.html' title='Bamboccione'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7700847044587414657</id><published>2011-09-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:29:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYOB</title><content type='html'>MYOB.  Yeah, mind your own business.  Seriously, some people have too much time on their hands or they just like to be in other people's business way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling stuff on Craigslist these days as I'm trying to get rid of my baby stuff.  Sales have actually been pretty good.  And everyone I've sold to has been great...showed up on time, gave me cash.  Easy transactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I get an e-mail from what I thought was a potential buyer.  Basically, she writes me and tells me I won't get what I'm asking for.  I had to laugh and snicker.  Seriously.  You take the time to write a stranger saying that they're not going to get an asking price, that I'm asking for too much and that I should lower the price.  She says that I'll be lucky to sell the item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's Craigslist.  I could be selling my sweat for a million bucks a teaspoon...but that's my choice.  Too much?  Then go to another person.  Fine by me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get that it's a public forum and people can respond with whatever they want just like this woman did.  Good for her.  But what a waste of time.  Of course, I'm not going to bother responding because it's not worth my time.  I know who she is as she was "smart" enough to sign off with her name.  But my ad doesn't have my name nor will I respond to give her my name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad that someone has that type of time and to get into my business.  Then it made me think of other people in this world that are constantly in other people's business for no reason.  Seriously.  Get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7700847044587414657?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7700847044587414657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7700847044587414657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7700847044587414657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7700847044587414657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/myob.html' title='MYOB'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-7400344581753368446</id><published>2011-09-11T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:29:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stage</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm there.  While on my holidays, one of my main tasks was to start organizing the basement.  And part of that organization is sorting all the toys to get them ready to sell.  It's that time where my kids are too old to play with the toys downstairs or use any of the equipment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is so excited as there will be space downstairs!  I'll also be using part of that money to use on our upcoming trip.  SWEET.  Really liking that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But part of me is so sad.  That means that those young years are over.  As crazy as they were, they were very memorable.  And as I sort through the toys, the equipment, the clothes, etc...some of the items I will not part with as they do hold some very special memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear this is quite freeing. Eeep!  I'm a little scared!  Though I already sold my first item so I'm hoping that the rest of the sales go smoothly too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life keeps ticking along whether or not you're ready for it.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-7400344581753368446?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/7400344581753368446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=7400344581753368446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7400344581753368446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/7400344581753368446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-stage.html' title='Next Stage'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-8658509695207546794</id><published>2011-09-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:37:30.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><content type='html'>Just like that, the first week of school is over.  Sweet.  It was a good transition week.  The youngest had no problem with kindergarten.  More like...why isn't this class longer?  She seems to like the kids in her class.  Yay!  The eldest is enjoying her friends and classes too.  Good.  If they enjoy going to class, that's half the battle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this also signals the end of my holidays.  Back to work on Monday.  Am I bit more refreshed?  Yes.  Could I have more time.  Absolutely.  Did I do everything I wanted on my break?  No...but I did get lots done.  So not a bad break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm sure my first day back will erase any memory of a holiday.  &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-8658509695207546794?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/8658509695207546794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=8658509695207546794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8658509695207546794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/8658509695207546794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-week.html' title='1st week'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4264772758477405826</id><published>2011-09-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:21:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that it is Labour Day.  Last day before school starts for the kids.  My youngest will be heading into Kindergarten and I can't want to take her!  It's going to be great.  She's so ready and extremely excited.  Yes, I'll be there with a camera in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly am not ready to have school start.  The summer has been awesome.  The schedule, much more bearable.  But come September, full force with their schooling, activities, etc.  I'm not saying single people are not busy, but parent schedules can be on the brutal side!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time to put my game face on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4264772758477405826?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4264772758477405826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4264772758477405826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4264772758477405826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4264772758477405826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4208938457041181615</id><published>2011-09-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:16:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supressants</title><content type='html'>My daughter was watching me play some game on Facebook.  And sure enough, she sees an ad on there about the &lt;a href="http://appetitesuppressants.com/"&gt;top appetite suppressants&lt;/a&gt;.  She asked what they were and I explained it to her.  I didn't want her taking them, but I wanted her to understand what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those parents that truly feels that if you make something forbidden or don't bother explaining why something is bad, kids will gravitate towards that and decide to try whatever it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really understand that smoking is bad (heck, my youngest loves wearing her "no smoking" pin everywhere!).  They seem to get the idea that drugs are bad too.  Good!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying...if I can raise kids that are happy, resilient, make good choices for themselves and don't get drug addicted and are true contributing members of society, I've done my job as a parent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4208938457041181615?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4208938457041181615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4208938457041181615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4208938457041181615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4208938457041181615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/supressants.html' title='Supressants'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-4334761419729138112</id><published>2011-09-05T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:12:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trophies</title><content type='html'>My kids love playing outdoors...like any other kid.  But getting them to do team sports?  Yeesh.  Let's just say my kids have other talents.  We will not be the family with a ton of &lt;a href="http://www.awardsforanything.com/"&gt;sports trophies&lt;/a&gt;.  Good on those other kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have hopes for my eldest in running.  She seems to enjoy that.  My youngest, I have hopes for her in swimming.  But again, these can be solitary sports which is fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping for other types of awards...I'll hold out on hoping for the sports ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-4334761419729138112?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/4334761419729138112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=4334761419729138112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4334761419729138112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/4334761419729138112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/trophies.html' title='Trophies'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-6807967241700677551</id><published>2011-09-01T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:11:46.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TVs</title><content type='html'>My husband has a fascination with tvs.  Seriously, must be a guy thing.  BIGGER, the better.  So everytime there is a flyer for some tv/electronics store, he's scouring the ads.  He looks through the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=LCDTelevisions&amp;sort=1&amp;pagenum=3"&gt;sony lcd tvs&lt;/a&gt;...woooooo....55 inch tv.  Really?  Do we really need another tv THAT big?  And really, I'd rather spend that money on something else on the house/vacation/savings...whatever.  Call me the Asian in the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he can dream of a bigger tv.  No one said he couldn't do that.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-6807967241700677551?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/6807967241700677551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=6807967241700677551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6807967241700677551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/6807967241700677551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/09/tvs.html' title='TVs'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007627193237585328.post-5535341949645658280</id><published>2011-08-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:09:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birch Bay</title><content type='html'>Awesome.  After a great day with some gal pals on Sunday, Monday was a day for adventure!  Off to Birch Bay I went with my 2 girls to hang out at a friend's place.  The border wait times were short (YES!).  And his place was very close to the border.  In no time I was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons why I love coming down to his place.   He's a great friend and spending time with him outside of the work place is just awesome.  His place is in a community that is so quiet that soon as you get there, you feel the stress just go away.  He is a 3 minute walk to a beach.  Everytime I go to this beach, we are always the only people there.  Reminds me of the girl's great grandma's place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got there, caught up with him, his girlfriend and son.  Then lunch. Seriously, no one starves when with this guy.  He really is such a great host.  That was an event in itself!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to do some serious shopping.  We hit Costco, Bath, Bed and Beyond, Target and Bellis Fair.  I got some great deals!  Four pairs of shoes for the girls for about $55.  And they were good shoes so that should last them for a little bit.  Got some pizza pans for my gal pal T.  Got the cake pans for my boss as she wanted to give some away for Christmas.  Got about $8 pairs of jean shorts/pants for less than $50.  SWEET.  Shopping for food was awesome!  I do wish we went to Fred Meyer's but I can always go another time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours later, time to pack it in and go back to my friend's place to get ready for dinner.  OMG.  Again, another feast.  Ribs, burgers, salads (stuff right from his awesome garden!), home made french fries and other stuff.  I was STUFFED.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to work off some of the food, we went and took a long walk on the beach.  Hearing the ocean is just amazing.  The sun set was actually quite pretty too that night.  Watching the kids look for shells, running in the sand, learning how to skip rocks and just enjoying the night was awesome.  I just kept skipping rocks, chatted and chilled.  And seriously, in this community, the ocean waves are the only thing that's loud.  Having it so quiet was so soothing for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house we went...time for a campfire and some desserts!  The kids were just loving the fact that they had to go get twigs and paper to start the fire.  Then my buddy got his logs over to get the bonfire really going.  Yep, you bought roasting marshmallows for some smores.  Had some good red velvet cake, apple pie and cheesecake.  And again, just some more good chatting.  By then, we were all pooped and it was time for bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, got to sleep in (yay!) and then off to breakfast.  Holy smokes.  Again, so much food.  And my buddy being the awesome host that he his cooked up food for everybody. He really should open a B&amp;B or be on a food network show.  Comedy gold watching him cook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we thought one more walk at the beach.  The day was beautiful! Looked for more shells and rocks for the girls.  But before you knew it, it was time to head back to the house to pack up all the stuff.  And considering I was only there for 1 day...I had a ton to pack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was time to go, the girls tried to keep hiding so they wouldn't have to leave.  They really enjoyed their time there.  So did I.  I would have happily stayed for another day or so.  But my friend is a social butterfly...he had friends coming over within an hour or so of me leaving.  Love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a 1 day jaunt across the border, it really was the best.  Nothing like having great company and good food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007627193237585328-5535341949645658280?l=justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/feeds/5535341949645658280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2007627193237585328&amp;postID=5535341949645658280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5535341949645658280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007627193237585328/posts/default/5535341949645658280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherday-peachy.blogspot.com/2011/08/birch-bay.html' title='Birch Bay'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01919502944434666526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
