<?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-1229985746554244184</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:03:09.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Hilltop</title><subtitle type='html'>small town life from our view on Madison's Hilltop.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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gas, or he might just be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf5_9C0z9j8/TyKmaQ_yDUI/AAAAAAAABO8/pLjL632ubw8/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf5_9C0z9j8/TyKmaQ_yDUI/AAAAAAAABO8/pLjL632ubw8/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702303048373767490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3419476200732960684?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3419476200732960684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-see.html' title='i can see!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6308897591261059223</id><published>2012-01-23T06:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:26:35.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a birth story, abridged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY7NQ_L4e44/Tx6iabqhWWI/AAAAAAAABOw/mqCZ1zRZhgo/s1600/IMG_7656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY7NQ_L4e44/Tx6iabqhWWI/AAAAAAAABOw/mqCZ1zRZhgo/s400/IMG_7656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701172753284028770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now see my feet but cant get to these raggely half painted toenails due to the un expected c-section incision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i had been feeling like a fairly worthless lump, tired and sitting on the couch surfing the net for the good portion of a week, pretty much only leaving the house to pick up Dominic from school. telling my un born child to come on already by trying to will him out of my womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my MIL called from Indy to see how i was doing and told me she would come visit me the next day and we could go out to eat and do a little light shopping ( Madison indiana has no serious shopping).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday afternoon we all headed out to Bob Evans, a favorite of the ritchie family, theres pancakes and bacon there. lots of bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i started feeling a little contracting. just a little, so i figured no problem we could go shopping, after all i had been having false labor for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shopped for maybe 20-30 minutes before i decided that it was a little different than what i had been feeling. this was the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats sauturday  afternoon at 4:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around 7:30 we decided that it would be a good idea to go ahead and go to the hospital, where i was met in ther ER reception area by a young lady from our church family who is an ER nurse, they sent me upstairs to labor and delivery and got me set up with my wonderful nurse Jennifer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this point i figured, hmm, 7:30 now, if Dominics birth was any indication of how this is going to go i should be out of here and sleeping soundly by no later than 1 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me just say that Dominics birth was NO indication of how this was going to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by 1 am i had made it to 7 cm. and stayed for the next 19 hours at 7 cm. now, i already had my epidural so pain was not really a problem (excellent anesthesiologist at Kings Daughters Hospital, just for the record) but i was getting tired, and i was quite sick to my stomach (yay for vomit bags). so long story shorter, although neither me or Baby miles was under any distress the Dr finally convinced me that the best way to get this baby out was going to be a c-section, i didnt want a c-section, but i really didnt want to labor for 24 more hours ...and then have to get a c-section anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after 28 hours of labor i was tired, i just wanted sleep, they fixed me up for surgery while i was mostly half asleep, delivered Miles while i was pretty much asleep. i opened my eyes when they said "look , Monica, its your baby boy" and held him up for me to see...then i went back to sleep, i figured Ken could take it from there.&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/1229985746554244184-6308897591261059223?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6308897591261059223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6308897591261059223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6308897591261059223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>our new addition has arrived!!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.ourlittleblessing.blogspot.com"&gt; go here to meet Miles Thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4112602669542070640?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/4112602669542070640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=4112602669542070640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4112602669542070640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4112602669542070640'/><link rel='alternate' 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cereal shipped directly to me...overnight, free shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on a mini spree at Target.com yesterday, i ordered my Moby, some burts bees diaper cream, it is quite expensive (8.50 a tube!!) but it WORKS, very well, some diapers and an extra part for my pump.&lt;br /&gt;yay, for gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost bought baby some shoes and some books as well, but time had gotten away from me while i was looking at cereal and toilet paper and i had to cut my shopping spree short and go get Dominic from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also noticed when i logged in to Target.com baby registry that it shows 12 days until my actual due date! so close, yet so far away. lets all hope for this week ok? friday would be perfect for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6842334722214244019?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' 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whether or not to get a Moby Wrap. im accepting opinions and reviews regarding the Moby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-486724259666790147?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/486724259666790147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=486724259666790147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/486724259666790147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/486724259666790147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-up.html' title='whats up?'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5996373521979208815</id><published>2011-12-27T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:11:37.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ken reminded me yesterday that if we were going to take any pictures, we better so it soon, especially since the eratic painful contractions have started to show up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBxBKBNKkcY/TvnQ48Lc0QI/AAAAAAAABOg/BZfspEup9Oc/s1600/baby%2Bbelly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBxBKBNKkcY/TvnQ48Lc0QI/AAAAAAAABOg/BZfspEup9Oc/s400/baby%2Bbelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690809280804737282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im down to 3 shirts and 3 pants of my own that fit, the rest of the time i wear Kens clothes.&lt;div&gt;are we ready? ready as we will ever be, i would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-5996373521979208815?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBxBKBNKkcY/TvnQ48Lc0QI/AAAAAAAABOg/BZfspEup9Oc/s72-c/baby%2Bbelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-9111041445148452691</id><published>2011-12-23T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:32:59.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the best way to spread Christmas cheer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;because we all need to be reminded sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLPv4ifqOI8/TvUrNeiz_AI/AAAAAAAABOU/CX7HvM5wAbw/s1600/elf%2Bcode" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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type='text'>im in for it</title><content type='html'>if this boy is a rowdy outside the womb as he is inside...im in for trouble.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i imagine this little guy as my maniac child, the one that you say "if i had this one first i may not have had another child"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the scenarios that were just wacky enough to be funny with Dominic (ie: the dirt eating, the getting ahold of daddys deodorant, the Mudcat pottery clay experience) will be magnified to epic proportions which will leave me staring at the mayhem in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kicks, he punches, he elbows, he turns and tumbles...non stop, i can tell when he is asleep because he is still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be no swaddling this boy, sleep sacks all the way with this one. Dominic loved to be swaddled, he also loved to pee on me, im sure am looking forward to a repeat of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7864076454066180378?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7864076454066180378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7864076454066180378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7864076454066180378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7864076454066180378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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even eating is a chore sometimes so for the last month of my pregnancy i will rest a little more' i wont exhaust myself trying to take care of my family, myself and work.&lt;br /&gt;when Dominic's Christmas break starts, my days as SAHM start.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a bit scary in the financial department. i work 24 hours per week, which doesnt make a super fat check but when you cut that out of the already tight monthly budget is a little nerve wracking.&lt;br /&gt;we are counting on God's provision and blessing combined with wise spending and strict budgeting to make this work. i dont really like the strict budgeting part, but the alternative is to spend my money on child care and formula (i know they say working moms can nurse but i just dont see how that can possibly work) not to mention someone else getting to spend every day with my little baby while i work.&lt;br /&gt;in addition to taking care of my family full time,i am looking forward to seeing what ministry opportunities God has for me since my schedule is, for the most part, completely open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2073691603657035668?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2073691603657035668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2073691603657035668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2073691603657035668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2073691603657035668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-more-weeks.html' title='SAHM'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8484784159152407610</id><published>2011-11-16T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:56:06.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so...tired...</title><content type='html'>spent...wee hours...of morning...shopping ...on Etsy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a love hate relationship with my body pillow, while its totally necessary to support my belly and keep my knees aligned, it takes up as much room as another person in the bed, the full size bed. doesnt leave much room for rolling over, and last night, i just could not get comfortable. so i got up. and shopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add this to a trip to the pediatrician that took, i kid you not, 3 1/2 hours from the time i left work to when i returned. 2 3/4 of that were AT the dr office. we had to stop at Wendys after that. i needed fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, at 6:54, im so tired that im glad that a certain careless someone forgot to turn off the electric blanket, because as soon as Rocket Boy is in bed...so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8484784159152407610?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8484784159152407610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-9141344626405456907</id><published>2011-11-09T18:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:27:05.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i will use it as my theme song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;picture Mama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wja0yIqnQUg/TrsLmE1yEGI/AAAAAAAABN4/UuhsTXyAM6o/s1600/mama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wja0yIqnQUg/TrsLmE1yEGI/AAAAAAAABN4/UuhsTXyAM6o/s400/mama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673140904365527138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, now think of the Mamas Family theme song...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, now...think of the way Mama walks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats what i feel like when i get up from a sitting position and start walking with my stiff hips and sore lower back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just call me Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-9141344626405456907?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/9141344626405456907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=9141344626405456907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-4631480880372264858</id><published>2011-11-08T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:45:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont tell!</title><content type='html'>Shhhh!&lt;div&gt;dont tell the people at my local small book store that i just ordered books from Amazon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The A word is a dirty word inside their building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how can i beat a hard cover kids book for 10 bucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even Scholastic offers that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neice is Stella, is getting Stella Luna for her birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dear dear friend Marci who is laid up after back surgery is getting a surprise as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4631480880372264858?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/4631480880372264858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=4631480880372264858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4631480880372264858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4631480880372264858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-tell.html' title='dont tell!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-4081310568694612567</id><published>2011-11-04T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:20:56.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bump that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;28 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZPKrtGepIQ/TrRlCsDp7yI/AAAAAAAABNs/CKu8rSMFnAc/s1600/bump%2Bthat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZPKrtGepIQ/TrRlCsDp7yI/AAAAAAAABNs/CKu8rSMFnAc/s400/bump%2Bthat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671268927626932002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it wasnt this big yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4081310568694612567?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/4081310568694612567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=4081310568694612567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4081310568694612567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/4081310568694612567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/11/bump-that.html' title='bump that.'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZPKrtGepIQ/TrRlCsDp7yI/AAAAAAAABNs/CKu8rSMFnAc/s72-c/bump%2Bthat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1614341887562533753</id><published>2011-11-01T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:51:37.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i had a lot of friends ask me if i made Dominic's costume. not this year friends, i picked up this fun outfit at a garage sale for 2 bucks last summer. i did add the white mask, for a little bit of a classic feel, but Dominic only wore it for the pictures, i dont think he could see very well with it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCalT_qFd58/TrAi39Vm-bI/AAAAAAAABNg/-tU6xESI6L0/s1600/skeleton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCalT_qFd58/TrAi39Vm-bI/AAAAAAAABNg/-tU6xESI6L0/s400/skeleton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670070275612801458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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halloween'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCalT_qFd58/TrAi39Vm-bI/AAAAAAAABNg/-tU6xESI6L0/s72-c/skeleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7722291466103672221</id><published>2011-10-21T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:37:17.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new book giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt win the first one :( but i get another chance!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pop on over to &lt;a href="www.mabelshouse.blogspot.com"&gt;Mabel's House&lt;/a&gt; for your chance to win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmUmaWxKjXs/TqFZAdlvfnI/AAAAAAAABNU/L4kGjhVbHxI/s1600/My%2B%2528Not%2BSo%2529%2BStorybook%2BLife.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmUmaWxKjXs/TqFZAdlvfnI/AAAAAAAABNU/L4kGjhVbHxI/s400/My%2B%2528Not%2BSo%2529%2BStorybook%2BLife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665907670686596722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7722291466103672221?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7722291466103672221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7722291466103672221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7722291466103672221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7722291466103672221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-book-giveaway.html' title='new book giveaway'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmUmaWxKjXs/TqFZAdlvfnI/AAAAAAAABNU/L4kGjhVbHxI/s72-c/My%2B%2528Not%2BSo%2529%2BStorybook%2BLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3508673650753946351</id><published>2011-10-19T17:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:23:11.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its been two weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well, what can i say life is going by at a pretty good clip and documenting it seems to have really fallen by the way side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most recent happening, Dominic getting to spend a week with Baka and Grandpa B in Iowa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom posts pictures on FB every day of the fun things theyre doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzedu_pJFJ8/Tp88GcJ_PsI/AAAAAAAABNI/MivjBpZSsZ0/s1600/baker%2Bin%2Btraining.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzedu_pJFJ8/Tp88GcJ_PsI/AAAAAAAABNI/MivjBpZSsZ0/s400/baker%2Bin%2Btraining.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665312937590341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baking cookies... YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPoW58Bb-6Y/Tp88GNwUBGI/AAAAAAAABM8/nYUuQP9dRJQ/s1600/lego%2Blunch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPoW58Bb-6Y/Tp88GNwUBGI/AAAAAAAABM8/nYUuQP9dRJQ/s400/lego%2Blunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665312933724554338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;assembling Lego starcruiser while eating what appears to be pineapple, a hot dog and a mini muffin...ok, not a flavor combination i would choose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile back here at the ranch we thought we would have time to get some things done, but so far we havent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, i was having contractions all afternoon and was told to drink LOTS of water and rest for the evening, that took care of the problem, i also took extra magnesium, that helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, visitation for a good friend, Greg Humphrey, who had passed away on saturday, he has 2 daughters ages 19 and 15  and will be so greatly missed by so many people. after that you just want to veg out on some action hero movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, EXHAUSTED!!! missed out on 2.5 hours of sleep between 2:30 and 5 this morning...why?  i have to go to the bathroom, then i am hungry, then i have heartburn, then Ken is snoring. of course today was the funeral, it was NASTY out drizzly, cold and grey, that makes me even more tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats been my week in a nut shell.&lt;br /&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/1229985746554244184-3508673650753946351?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3508673650753946351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3508673650753946351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3508673650753946351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3508673650753946351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-two-weeks.html' title='its been two weeks...'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzedu_pJFJ8/Tp88GcJ_PsI/AAAAAAAABNI/MivjBpZSsZ0/s72-c/baker%2Bin%2Btraining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1100782479170909895</id><published>2011-10-07T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:48:13.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ken and i got all dressed up and attended the Choices For Women fundraising banquet last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic got to spend the evening with Rachel, which is always a treat for him because Rachel pretty much lets him do whatever he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhjBygEC7nk/To8Li4bvFYI/AAAAAAAABM0/Vj-foT81PFI/s1600/25wk%2Bchoices.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhjBygEC7nk/To8Li4bvFYI/AAAAAAAABM0/Vj-foT81PFI/s400/25wk%2Bchoices.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660755950520178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haTmO2Luu28/To8LipBkyCI/AAAAAAAABMs/uDfuLQMCbSw/s1600/25%2Bweek%2Bchoices%2Bbanquet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haTmO2Luu28/To8LipBkyCI/AAAAAAAABMs/uDfuLQMCbSw/s400/25%2Bweek%2Bchoices%2Bbanquet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660755946383919138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The director of Choices for Women here in the madison area shared stories of helping women, young and old choose life but also told us that 13 women in the last 3 years have been led to accept Christ as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got to see friends from Hanover United Methodist Church there as well as, friends from , First Baptist, Good Samaritain, Rykers Ridge Baptist, Cornerstone baptist, Christian Academy of Madison, EO Muncie Elementary, the OB/GYN office, it was so wonderful to see so many from all over the county with hearts to help expectant mothers in crisis situations.&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/1229985746554244184-1100782479170909895?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/1100782479170909895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=1100782479170909895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1100782479170909895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1100782479170909895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/10/ken-and-i-got-all-dressed-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhjBygEC7nk/To8Li4bvFYI/AAAAAAAABM0/Vj-foT81PFI/s72-c/25wk%2Bchoices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8591230527583585853</id><published>2011-09-30T07:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:52:34.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HER BOOK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i have been reading &lt;a href="http://mabels house.blogspot.com"&gt;Mabels House&lt;/a&gt; for 3 years, its a clever, honest, and pretty blog that i look forward to opening each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now the woman behind the wit has published her first book. and she told me that if i post it on my blog (for my 4 readers to see) she will give ME a copy, ok...thats not EXACTLY what she said, she said i could win a copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i read the excerpt and it looks like exactly what i expect from Liz. so take a read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqHnjvKDl4I/ToWsR-9hJ1I/AAAAAAAABMk/seTkMD8IUqA/s1600/My%2B%2528Not%2BSo%2529%2BStorybook%2BLife.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqHnjvKDl4I/ToWsR-9hJ1I/AAAAAAAABMk/seTkMD8IUqA/s400/My%2B%2528Not%2BSo%2529%2BStorybook%2BLife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658117931819673426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:'century gothic', sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 32px;  font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 32px; "&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-size:medium;"&gt;Once one has breathed in the deep pungent aroma of sewage, you never again forget the nose-hair singeing, eye clawing, throat gagging experience. It comes over you slowly. You begin to feel like a character in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest as your muscles involuntarily jerk and you run screaming and blowing raspberries. Anything to get away from the mind-numbing stench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;But let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;It was 6:30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; I was standing in my retro pink tiled bathroom trying to open my bleary eyes and ready myself for work. As I stood there, peering into the mirror and wondering what demented nighttime fairy had planted four new wrinkles on my face, I paused and sniffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Matt… what’s that smell?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Matt staggered from the bedroom in his underwear, eyes half shut. “I don’t smell anything.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I pointed my nose into the air like a hunting dog. “Seriously? You can’t smell that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Did you go to the bathroom in here earlier? I told you to use the room spray when you do things like that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Matt puffed out his bare chest and gathered his pride as best a man can with sleep in his eyes and a small hole in the side of his underwear. “I just woke up!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I frowned, catching a glimpse of my makeup-less hot-rollers-in-hair state and tried not to think about the fact that I looked fifty instead of twenty-nine. “Well, help me figure this out. Because something smells ripe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;We sniffed the sink drain and ruled it out as a suspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Is it coming from the toilet?” Matt asked, examining it from top to bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“No, that’s not it,” I snapped. I’m not known for my milk of human kindness in a disaster. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a survivor. I plan on eating my radish like Scarlet and clawing my way out of the nuclear dust while dragging my loved ones with me. But I won’t be doing it with positive phrases and a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Hon, I just don’t know. We’ll call a plumber after work, maybe it’s coming from under the house.” Matt staggered a little, trying to get past me and out of our tiny bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Well, that’s just great,” I moved aside and pulled the shower curtain back so I could perch on the side of the tub and give Matt room to move out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;That’s when the full brunt of nastiness filled the air around us, a swirling mix of excrement and acrid stench that would have brought the sewer dwelling Ninja Turtles to their knees. Where the normally slightly-clean-with-a-hint-of-soap-scum bottom of the tub should have been, there sloshed gallons and gallons of brown sewage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I clutched the front of my sweatshirt and held my breath. Matt began to dry heave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Get out and shut the door!” I screamed as we bumbled into the hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“I’ll deal with this,” Matt grabbed my shoulders, trying to talk and hold his breath at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I could feel my eyes glaze over, the horrors of typhoid and hepatitis in our bathtub filling my mind. But more importantly, I could envision our evaporated savings account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;In my mind’s eye I could see the long, gray hallway at the bank. A worker shrouded in a black suit pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlatched a small locker labeled “Owen Bank Account.” Inside were two small stacks of quarters and a few crumpled dollar bills. It was bleak, not only because the banker with an unimaginative wardrobe gazed at me with an expression that could only be interpreted as “You’re a Big Fat Loser,” but also there was a very definite possibility we wouldn’t be able to pay for a plumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I wasn’t necessarily a spend thrift. In fact, I was downright frugal when it came to decorating with thrift store furniture and rewired vintage lamps. But the fact was, we were poor. We were starting out at starter jobs with starter salaries. We were starter adults with a starter bank account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;“Okay,” I nodded numbly, thankful that Matt was taking the lead on such a disastrous biohazard. “But make sure the plumber is super cheap. We don’t have much money!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I left for work like a wino stumbling through a fog, not really remembering my commute, not really doing any work as I sipped my coffee and stared blankly at the computer screen. A disaster of such gargantuan proportions had previously been unthinkable in my life, and now I found myself attempting to push the image of a vast sea of bathtub poop from my mind. But I was sure of one thing: Anne Shirley never had to get ready for work while breathing raw sewage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv44743164MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lws_0"&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_outer" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_inner" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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type='text'>a fun but tiring weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night dominic and i found ourselves unexpectedly on a scavenger hunt around the downtown. they gave us this excellent map and we set out to find. we found that the prize at each location was a different colored piece of sidewalk chalk and sometimes (like Cocoa safari) a sweet treat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dffVm1cQoOg/ToH9nBK11mI/AAAAAAAABMc/EguEVo5pjyE/s1600/this%2Bweekend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dffVm1cQoOg/ToH9nBK11mI/AAAAAAAABMc/EguEVo5pjyE/s400/this%2Bweekend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657081453724685922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wg6QzrosqtA/ToH9nDTHmRI/AAAAAAAABMU/RxsqOfrduiI/s1600/this%2Bweekend1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wg6QzrosqtA/ToH9nDTHmRI/AAAAAAAABMU/RxsqOfrduiI/s400/this%2Bweekend1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657081454296275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we were done we were directed to the madison courier parking lot which had been emptied of cars, and there used the chalk we had collected.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday we met up with Tricia and Megan for some fun shopping and strolling of the Chatauqua art festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUo-MtEvsY8/ToH9mrHhNoI/AAAAAAAABMM/Ipxo_ECO2n0/s1600/this%2Bweekend2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUo-MtEvsY8/ToH9mrHhNoI/AAAAAAAABMM/Ipxo_ECO2n0/s400/this%2Bweekend2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657081447805171330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "if he were about 20 years older, i would have a crush on him" -Megan Lee Welch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he did look very hipster in his straight leg jeans and Vans on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCajZNoXFkI/ToH9mf0FUBI/AAAAAAAABME/yz35A7kD8mE/s1600/this%2Bweekend5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCajZNoXFkI/ToH9mf0FUBI/AAAAAAAABME/yz35A7kD8mE/s400/this%2Bweekend5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657081444770861074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Megan with her giant bag of kettle corn.&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/1229985746554244184-6806982830181442345?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6806982830181442345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6806982830181442345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6806982830181442345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6806982830181442345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-but-tiring-weekend.html' title='a fun but tiring weekend'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dffVm1cQoOg/ToH9nBK11mI/AAAAAAAABMc/EguEVo5pjyE/s72-c/this%2Bweekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3656957602562976376</id><published>2011-09-19T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:56:39.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have 5 minutes!</title><content type='html'>and i feel like i really do need to make a post&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i ate today so far: bowl of honey nut cheerios, grapes, a pear, 2 handfuls of almonds, a pay day bar, half of a Mos Southwest Grill burrito, 2 twinkies, 3 ice cubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what im wearing: black stretchy pants; boot cut, a greysort of v neck rouched tee shirt, dark blue hoodie, nike running shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats on the agenda: work, call mom and thank her for the box of goodies (baby clothes, and a new scarf for me) maybe visit with Lori and Kate later, pick up D from school, heat up leftover pasta and call it dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i wish were on the agenda: a trip to either, Ohio, Iowa or Kentucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annnndddd....TIME&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/1229985746554244184-3656957602562976376?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3656957602562976376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3656957602562976376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3656957602562976376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3656957602562976376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-5-minutes.html' title='i have 5 minutes!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-9158382961201892884</id><published>2011-09-08T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:39:54.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin cappuccino, 20 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thought i would share these with you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7zWyboeSO4/TmlRJONdDOI/AAAAAAAABL0/UFjFoGlr7B8/s1600/Image02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7zWyboeSO4/TmlRJONdDOI/AAAAAAAABL0/UFjFoGlr7B8/s400/Image02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650136426388196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMY0_azz5EU/TmlRI98uZ0I/AAAAAAAABLs/8Sxib8mLwgM/s1600/Image10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMY0_azz5EU/TmlRI98uZ0I/AAAAAAAABLs/8Sxib8mLwgM/s400/Image10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650136422023063362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his name...? right now we just call him Pumpkin Cappuccino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-9158382961201892884?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/9158382961201892884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=9158382961201892884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9158382961201892884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9158382961201892884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-thought-i-would-share-these-with.html' title='pumpkin cappuccino, 20 weeks'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7zWyboeSO4/TmlRJONdDOI/AAAAAAAABL0/UFjFoGlr7B8/s72-c/Image02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5204774625448901871</id><published>2011-09-05T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:02:59.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kid food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;friday i invited my dear friend, kim, over for lunch, she works right up the street from my house so it works out well, we get to have lunch together and its really inexpensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, really inexpensive in this case. i realized when i went to prepare lunch that all i had was kid food. so kid food is what we ate. these ARE my special grown up style pb and j's though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZDteWaW9ro/TmTGV-gVNZI/AAAAAAAABLk/hWjBzkCgHcs/s1600/lunch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZDteWaW9ro/TmTGV-gVNZI/AAAAAAAABLk/hWjBzkCgHcs/s400/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857913487603090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 grain bread, crunchy peanut butter and raspberry jam. the rest was pretty much the same as the stuff i pack in D's lunch box.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlDRDc62-fM/TmTGVs9CQzI/AAAAAAAABLc/CXLyNLxFC00/s1600/lunch2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlDRDc62-fM/TmTGVs9CQzI/AAAAAAAABLc/CXLyNLxFC00/s400/lunch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857908776158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rest of these pics are from last week, when  i beat Dominic at cootie 2 out of three games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df5d-5C9i3I/TmTGVgagPGI/AAAAAAAABLU/0Pp0ooxgEnM/s1600/cootie3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df5d-5C9i3I/TmTGVgagPGI/AAAAAAAABLU/0Pp0ooxgEnM/s400/cootie3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857905410096226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMqysFMiwpA/TmTGVQhHSrI/AAAAAAAABLM/xHsEwq9o3g8/s1600/cootie2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMqysFMiwpA/TmTGVQhHSrI/AAAAAAAABLM/xHsEwq9o3g8/s400/cootie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857901142854322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Yu6YkbqXk/TmTGU5i_iNI/AAAAAAAABLE/jj0kwfssWKA/s1600/cootie1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Yu6YkbqXk/TmTGU5i_iNI/AAAAAAAABLE/jj0kwfssWKA/s400/cootie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857894976719058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but he doesnt look like he minded. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-5204774625448901871?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5204774625448901871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5204774625448901871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5204774625448901871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5204774625448901871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/09/kid-food.html' title='kid food'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZDteWaW9ro/TmTGV-gVNZI/AAAAAAAABLk/hWjBzkCgHcs/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6481246287096401347</id><published>2011-09-01T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:03:28.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whats so great?</title><content type='html'>i love my pinterest. i visit pinterest at least twice a day to see what my friends are pinning and to see all the other cool ideas and tutorials.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: pinterest will make you hungry. people pin delicious looking pastries and little sandwich rolls stuffed with goat cheese and proscuitto, they pin the perfect margarita, they pin southern peach tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also pin things that are spin-offs of red velvet cake.red velvet cookies, red velvet brownies, red velvet cake pops,  um...ok? so whats the big deal about red velvet? its really, in my opinion the LEAST of all cakes, seriously, the taste is ok, the texture IS good i must admit but the crumbs that inevitably fall off...they stain.  personally im just as happy with a great white cake, im even happier with a lemon or carrot cake and oh yeah...dark chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting....actually anything with cream cheese frosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what is so great about red velvet cake? do people love it because they think they should? is it because a long long time ago someone told them that red velvet cake is the classiest kind of cake? or do some people just really really love red velvet cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats your favorite kind of cake?&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/1229985746554244184-6481246287096401347?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6481246287096401347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6481246287096401347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6481246287096401347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6481246287096401347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-so-great.html' title='whats so great?'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6706534896542661184</id><published>2011-08-30T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:56:45.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind has a playlist of its own</title><content type='html'>a strange phenomenon has taken over up here in my head today. i know its not strange to some of you nor is it odd or unusual for my husband but its quite out of the ordinary for me.&lt;div&gt;it seems random words and phrases are triggering songs which will then stay in my head until something else triggers a new song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the word "sometimes" triggered "tainted love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the word "take" triggered lou reed's "walk on the wild side" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the phrase "the hardest part" triggered tom petty's "The Waiting (is the hardest part)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and numerous others which i have no idea what word i heard to get them in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they include "cuts like a knife"," cover of the rolling stone", "i'll fly away", and "stray cats strut"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then theres my post title...which i have only myself to blame for, an obscure song called "my mind's got a mind of its own" it is performed by jimmie dale gilmore who plays the character of  Smokey in The Big Lebowski. (random trivia, right there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im wondering what songs the rest of my day will unearth form the depths of my brain.&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/1229985746554244184-6706534896542661184?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6706534896542661184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6706534896542661184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6706534896542661184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6706534896542661184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-mind-has-playlist-of-its-own.html' title='my mind has a playlist of its own'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1618899524976732163</id><published>2011-08-29T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:14:58.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stop following me, Space Bags Correspondent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i received this comment on my blog today, at first i thought, hmm, thats interesting, then i thought "wait, how do they know about my blog? how do they know what i said about space bags"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is there someone who's job it is to search the web for anything that anyone has said about Space Bags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;they also commented on the story Tricia left in the comments section so heres Tricia's story, and then the nice comment i received from the Space Bags correspondent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c3643715143602013929" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" style="width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-right: 4px; background-image: url(http://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -45px -117px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04689724207043206712" rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Spacebags. I bought some about 7 years ago at Costco and spent a day spacebagging everything. I put my bagged comforter behind my bed and all was well until about a month later when in the middle of the night my space bag came alive with the air slowly leaking out causing a creepy noise, joined by the other creepy noise of plastic crinkling. TOTALLY FREAKED ME OUT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4097565759837017324" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" style="width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-right: 4px; background-image: url(http://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -45px -117px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477488205494882461" rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;correspondent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Thanks for mentioning Space Bag in your blog post about tidying up the kid's room. We're happy to help contain the extra blankets and clothing, saving you space for the things you need within easy reach. Just wanted to let you know that Space Bag has an online community called Space Savers where we have tons of tips for saving space and organizing around the house. Feel free to visit www.SpaceSaversCommunity.com to view our ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we want to let you and Tricia know that Space Bag recently made product improvements, including a new double zipper and patented one-way valve to help the bags keep their vacuum-seal. Space Bag also has a one year warranty against manufacturer defects. If you'd like to get in touch with someone at Space Bag about these improvements and guarantee, just use the "contact us" form on the Space Savers community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Space Savers correspondent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so what im wondering is how can i make this work for me, ok, yay Space Bags (seriously) but im talking about the Sonic peach teas that i also mentioned in the last post, where's the Sonic correspondent? and dont you think that at least one peach tea per week on the house (at least until my baby is born) would be suitable compensation for someone who sings the praises of Sonic's happy hour on a very regular basis via blog and Facebook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-1618899524976732163?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/1618899524976732163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=1618899524976732163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1618899524976732163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1618899524976732163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/stop-following-me-space-bags.html' title='stop following me, Space Bags Correspondent!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5366539015863304228</id><published>2011-08-26T07:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:26:35.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>space bags, chicken and the necessity of peach tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant get enough Sonic unsweetened peach tea, i crave it all the time, but i hate paying full price for anything so i get extra happy when its happy hour, dominic loves it too. school lets out at 2:10 so i dont have time to exclude him from my Sonic fix, not that i would want to, his small drink ends up costing me a whole 50 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOsPVnucAzg/TleM-kyL57I/AAAAAAAABK8/mSidvFk5LfA/s1600/sonic%2Bdrink.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOsPVnucAzg/TleM-kyL57I/AAAAAAAABK8/mSidvFk5LfA/s400/sonic%2Bdrink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645135664586155954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week is "clean up the baby's room" week yesterday i tackled the closet, which was packed to the gills with...stuff, just stuff, i found a ton of stuff that could go to goodwill, stuff to pitch, stuff to find a better home for and comforters, 3 really big fluffy cozy comforters. enter the space bags, these 3 comforters, non space bagged, took up the equal space of at least 2 plastic totes, and they never stayed stacked or folded properly, they were basically crammed in the closet waiting for winter so they could serve their purpose. i packed them in space bags, now theyre a nice tight bundle that i can fit nicely under my bed, yay for space bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this space bagging made me extra hungry, i had seen on Pinterest, a recipe for crispy baked chicken tenders....mmmmmm. so to the delight of my carnivorous family it was baked chicken tenders for dinner. they were one of the easiest recipes ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drag the chicken through some flour, dredge it in egg and roll it in the crumbs of Club Crackers put it on a well sprayed baking pan, cook at 425 for 15 minutes, flip it, cook it for another 15 minutes. easy, delicious, and not too bad for you.&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/1229985746554244184-5366539015863304228?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5366539015863304228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5366539015863304228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5366539015863304228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5366539015863304228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/space-bags-chicken-and-necessity-of.html' title='space bags, chicken and the necessity of peach tea'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOsPVnucAzg/TleM-kyL57I/AAAAAAAABK8/mSidvFk5LfA/s72-c/sonic%2Bdrink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3924919182056052124</id><published>2011-08-22T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:22:01.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the past support was never an issue when i bought shoes. i dont run. i wear flip flops and cute flats and these were the most athletic shoes i owned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Umn92SSVN6w/TlLFA_XSKwI/AAAAAAAABK0/gRRLvJijmIQ/s1600/vans.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Umn92SSVN6w/TlLFA_XSKwI/AAAAAAAABK0/gRRLvJijmIQ/s400/vans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643789903848418050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my beloved comfortable Vans which i want to add that i paid a whopping 25 bucks for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those days are over, kids. last week i could barely stand a day of standing up and walking all day long in my non supportive shoes. my hip hurt, and i had pain in my last 3 toes. ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew i wasnt going to make it another 4+ months until my due date if i didnt find some comfortable shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problem? my arch its weird, the arch of shoes never is in the right spot, and a strange spot on my heel that if pressed causes my second to the last toe on my left foot to go numb. this is why i have been in flat shoes for the last 9 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2fJ1HW5fu0/TlLFAkEfqXI/AAAAAAAABKs/6YIVxLXtpTU/s1600/nike.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2fJ1HW5fu0/TlLFAkEfqXI/AAAAAAAABKs/6YIVxLXtpTU/s400/nike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643789896521853298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fortunately for me, i found that this shoe, is comfortable and fits me well, it has good room in the toe and doesnt crowd my toes together, but is snug at the heel so it doesnt slip off, doesnt hit my arch funny and doesnt press my weird heel spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only tried on EVERY pair of womens running shoes at Penneys. but it was totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3924919182056052124?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3924919182056052124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3924919182056052124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3924919182056052124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3924919182056052124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-support.html' title='more support'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Umn92SSVN6w/TlLFA_XSKwI/AAAAAAAABK0/gRRLvJijmIQ/s72-c/vans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3157947732153054802</id><published>2011-08-19T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:53:05.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten worst girls names</title><content type='html'> i promised you all my compiled top ten worst girls names and i will oblige by giving it to you, with a bonus "exotic dancer names " section&lt;div&gt;but first a tidbit of exciting news that many of you already know. we are having a boy. more rockets, more robots, more swords and nerf guns and bows and arrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so i am greatly outnumbered, my dear quick witted brother in law dubbed my home the testerocean, even the cat is a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ok. on with the top 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# 10 Argyle- this is not a name, its a pattern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 Fructose-if its in the ingredients list of a fruit roll up, then its probably not a good idea to name your kid that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 Chicadee- epic fail, if you want to honor your bird watching roots Robin is a suitable chioce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 Bano- because youre one tilde away from being the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 Cinderella- Just...dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Dashiki- wow, what can i say, maybe her brother can be named Pancho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Frigg-  a name that is an alternative to an expletive is never a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Hollah- uncalled for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Hella- "have you seen the Jones' new baby?" " oh yeah, shes Hella cute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Mitten- unless youre the King of Pop cold weather outer wear is a no-no for naming baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now for the bonus "exotic dancer" section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diamond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecstacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elvira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: this list is for entertainment purposes only. my opinion barely matters to my friends, it shouldnt matter at all to you, especially if you had your heart set on naming your next child Mitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3157947732153054802?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3157947732153054802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3157947732153054802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3157947732153054802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3157947732153054802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-ten-worst-girls-names.html' title='top ten worst girls names'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2581053920081783236</id><published>2011-08-13T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:03:37.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic started first grade at a new school this year, he was very excited about it after touring the school back in june.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he found out that there was a big library and a really cool play ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so with lunch box in hand and Phineas and Ferb backpack packed to the gills with new school supplies. he was off to his first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QDSrVayKJs/TkbWu-Z_uhI/AAAAAAAABKk/1lWk6sNpLFE/s1600/first%2Bday%2Bfirst%2Bgr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QDSrVayKJs/TkbWu-Z_uhI/AAAAAAAABKk/1lWk6sNpLFE/s400/first%2Bday%2Bfirst%2Bgr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640431685842483730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this week also started the cleaning out of the guest/junk room. we hope to be able to fing out the baby's gender on thursday and we would like to pick out paint colors asap, while the weather is nice so we can open the windows and air out the paint fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEldPfvD9yM/TkbWunUrk0I/AAAAAAAABKc/WGaUp1y476g/s1600/helping%2Bdad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEldPfvD9yM/TkbWunUrk0I/AAAAAAAABKc/WGaUp1y476g/s400/helping%2Bdad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640431679646176066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while cleaning out the room we found something that Uncle Sean forgot, his cap, Dominic is taking care of making sure it gets worn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2581053920081783236?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2581053920081783236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QDSrVayKJs/TkbWu-Z_uhI/AAAAAAAABKk/1lWk6sNpLFE/s72-c/first%2Bday%2Bfirst%2Bgr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3367056189622827905</id><published>2011-08-11T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:22:04.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten worst boy names</title><content type='html'>in looking for a suitable names for baby R i have been perusing a name book, just for funzies.&lt;div&gt;i have compiled a list of the worst boy names ever, these are all in the book, i didnt make any of these up, seriously. some are old german names which have taken on new meaning, some are made up (by apparently ignorant americans) some are just things that make ya go... hmmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 Brockly- yes, you heard me correctly, broccoli, but spelled differently, i also found Kale and Lemon, but they didnt make the official list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 Whip- maybe if youre an indiana jones fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 Curb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 Yank- yes i suppose if youre a yankees fan, or if youre really proud of your northern heritage. i think of the term to "yank somebodys chain" as in to fool them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 Zero-  make the kid feel loved and wanted with a name like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Frick- if youre not a Scrubs fan this may not seem too bad, if you are then, frick on a stick is a phrase youre familiar with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Gunyan- this just made me laugh, it rhymes with Funyan, or onion, its not a good baby name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Ich- just Ick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Hooker- -no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Faddy- Really? is this even an option, seriously, i know, i call my cat Fatty, but he is a CAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay tuned for my list of names to call your daughter if your aspirations for her include  exotic dancer.&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/1229985746554244184-3367056189622827905?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3367056189622827905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3367056189622827905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3367056189622827905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3367056189622827905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-ten-worst-boy-names.html' title='top ten worst boy names'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6757210584300330991</id><published>2011-08-09T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:55:47.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the scary bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;some people think this bridge is really scary, i admit, it can be a little unnerving when oncoming traffic threatens to not stay in their lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this must have been an interesting sight for oncoming traffic (im glad i was behind it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KF1JMQOv6s/TkFlh-sKQgI/AAAAAAAABKU/f0tCfxW_hD4/s1600/scary%2Bbridge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KF1JMQOv6s/TkFlh-sKQgI/AAAAAAAABKU/f0tCfxW_hD4/s400/scary%2Bbridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638899842882880002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a tractor with a huge mowing attatchment hanging off of one side crossing the Madison Milton Bridge. see how the truck is hugging the edge.... yeah. a little bit scary. at least as scary as the lady in the Chevy Malibu who was taking pictures while driving across the bridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6757210584300330991?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6757210584300330991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KF1JMQOv6s/TkFlh-sKQgI/AAAAAAAABKU/f0tCfxW_hD4/s72-c/scary%2Bbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5873675865760827619</id><published>2011-08-05T12:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:33:29.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not sure what spurred the silliness of this moment (probably nothing in particular)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkeSX76_HRQ/TjwbCTf6L9I/AAAAAAAABKM/fvZsSem2nHg/s1600/connor%2Band%2Bd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkeSX76_HRQ/TjwbCTf6L9I/AAAAAAAABKM/fvZsSem2nHg/s400/connor%2Band%2Bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637410559968817106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i found it quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-5873675865760827619?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5873675865760827619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5873675865760827619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5873675865760827619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5873675865760827619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-guys.html' title='these guys...'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkeSX76_HRQ/TjwbCTf6L9I/AAAAAAAABKM/fvZsSem2nHg/s72-c/connor%2Band%2Bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3032238558451461103</id><published>2011-08-02T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:08:49.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testosterone overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;weapons, wrestling, light sabre fighting...etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF0Tngy--5k/TjirJ37W3QI/AAAAAAAABKE/DBfN5A0Klto/s1600/cd%2Bnerf1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF0Tngy--5k/TjirJ37W3QI/AAAAAAAABKE/DBfN5A0Klto/s400/cd%2Bnerf1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443119774260482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9_HGrzn5IU/TjirJ1hbBUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/npBFetRsy-8/s1600/cd%2Bnerf2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9_HGrzn5IU/TjirJ1hbBUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/npBFetRsy-8/s400/cd%2Bnerf2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443119128610114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wihcBLapn50/TjirJUJPxzI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mkyeryby96Q/s1600/cd%2Bsaber.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wihcBLapn50/TjirJUJPxzI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mkyeryby96Q/s400/cd%2Bsaber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443110168839986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_keIBkJTHcY/TjirJH0QAjI/AAAAAAAABJs/9fT2A2g-t3A/s1600/cd%2Bwrestle2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_keIBkJTHcY/TjirJH0QAjI/AAAAAAAABJs/9fT2A2g-t3A/s400/cd%2Bwrestle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443106859549234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjozzLm9js8/TjirI64FIiI/AAAAAAAABJk/h3ZSm82yim4/s1600/cd%2Bwin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjozzLm9js8/TjirI64FIiI/AAAAAAAABJk/h3ZSm82yim4/s400/cd%2Bwin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636443103385952802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the boys had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3032238558451461103?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3032238558451461103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3032238558451461103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3032238558451461103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3032238558451461103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/08/testosterone-overload.html' title='testosterone overload'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF0Tngy--5k/TjirJ37W3QI/AAAAAAAABKE/DBfN5A0Klto/s72-c/cd%2Bnerf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-803817845492233242</id><published>2011-07-29T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:42:33.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1yKUcGdrG4/TjNFQOU7jXI/AAAAAAAABJc/7bGwmpTJAKI/s1600/lp%2Band%2Bd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1yKUcGdrG4/TjNFQOU7jXI/AAAAAAAABJc/7bGwmpTJAKI/s400/lp%2Band%2Bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634923703796731250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited to pick up my camera this week!! i havent done much shooting this year but family visits make me want to go for it again!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know theres some to come, but in the mean time, heres one from yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-803817845492233242?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/803817845492233242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=803817845492233242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7084799674714429126</id><published>2011-07-28T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:48:16.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cant hardly wait!</title><content type='html'>my family will be visiting  from texas next week!! Dad, Katie Sean and Connor will be here on saturday!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic had just one question, "why cant Opa  (my dad) bring Jackson (my nephew)?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: because he lives in california with his mom and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: well, they they can go get him before they come here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind the addition of 3 or 4 days one way to the trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also a topic of conversation has been the absence of peanut butter for the week, Sean is severly allergic so PB and J are banned, dominic is not amused .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, im off to clean my guest room and vacum the cat hair off the furniture, fun day ahead.&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' 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wait!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-812180483715332826</id><published>2011-07-25T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:57:58.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has been asking...</title><content type='html'>how are you feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i usually say "pretty good, sometimes a bit nauseaus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i dont say is "for some reason the grocery shopping makes me heave" i dont know why it is, but when i come home from wal mart im beat down to the ground tired and running for the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor dominic...he always looks scared. he comes to the bathroom door and asks "are you ok mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i dont complain to them (but i will tell you) that getting dressed is harder than ever, my pants dont fit, the next size up pants slide down in back,  giving me a saggy butt, none of my skirts fit, my snug tee shirts look ridiculous right now and none of my shorts fit properly either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have 2 dersses that are good, theyre my best friends right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from that things are going well, we took dominic to the dr with us last week and we all got to hear the baby's heart beat. he is super excited about being a big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are hoping for the gender reveal august 18. keep your fingers crossed that the baby's legs are un crossed :)&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/1229985746554244184-812180483715332826?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/812180483715332826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=812180483715332826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/812180483715332826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/812180483715332826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyone-has-been-asking.html' title='everyone has been asking...'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-9006674923514129158</id><published>2011-07-19T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:40:03.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3kyW4pSpwk/TiYwruiSHsI/AAAAAAAABJU/Ik1Xwtrn6UY/s1600/frog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3kyW4pSpwk/TiYwruiSHsI/AAAAAAAABJU/Ik1Xwtrn6UY/s400/frog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631241911857716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look what we found in the park, in the dark.&lt;div&gt;we will take him home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will call him clark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will stay at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will grow and grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will our mother like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~ Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found this little guy taking shelter from the storm on our front porch. he was a wonderful model and let me snap a good many pictures before he hopped off behind the chairs in a "youve had your fun, now leave me alone" fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Clark'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3kyW4pSpwk/TiYwruiSHsI/AAAAAAAABJU/Ik1Xwtrn6UY/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2785663948136320809</id><published>2011-07-11T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:04:17.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it was a hot day to hit the fair...but we went anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ujdko2hO4/Tht_kH-3OLI/AAAAAAAABI8/CvYbdrrRO-M/s1600/fair%2Bmoto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ujdko2hO4/Tht_kH-3OLI/AAAAAAAABI8/CvYbdrrRO-M/s400/fair%2Bmoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232417924298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FF2HMFD_5OQ/Tht_jvOzpEI/AAAAAAAABI0/E49sfgNdNLU/s1600/faur%2Btilt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FF2HMFD_5OQ/Tht_jvOzpEI/AAAAAAAABI0/E49sfgNdNLU/s400/faur%2Btilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232411280286786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom and i took a twirl in the Tilt a Whirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyS_ehlFpPQ/Tht_ja6XLNI/AAAAAAAABIs/c8Bh_Hxq9wE/s1600/fair%2Brocket.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyS_ehlFpPQ/Tht_ja6XLNI/AAAAAAAABIs/c8Bh_Hxq9wE/s400/fair%2Brocket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232405825826002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyjWGRWmxF0/Tht_jF2JgaI/AAAAAAAABIk/OEMf-Xw-pok/s1600/fair%2Bscrambler.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyjWGRWmxF0/Tht_jF2JgaI/AAAAAAAABIk/OEMf-Xw-pok/s400/fair%2Bscrambler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628232400171008418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken and D opted for the Scrambler instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the state winner Big Pig from last year was there, imagine the pig, Uncle from Charlottes Web, it was like that it weighed 1285 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also a calf had been born a few hours before our arrival. D liked seeing the baby calf learn to walk and nurse but wondered why the mom knocked the baby down and wouldnt stand still so the baby could eat, i told him cows werent all that smart, i dont know if thats true or not, but they dont seem too bright to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2785663948136320809?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2785663948136320809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2785663948136320809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2785663948136320809'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic felt that greeting the runners of the Firecracker 5K  as Obi Wan Kenobi would be the most effective way to encourage them along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6L02jLldiM/Tg9K5U5QdpI/AAAAAAAABIc/1cgW6Ym6tR4/s1600/5k.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6L02jLldiM/Tg9K5U5QdpI/AAAAAAAABIc/1cgW6Ym6tR4/s400/5k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624796808330901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he got alot of comments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one guy did a great Yoda impersonation for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one guy gave him the  vulcan sign for "live long and prosper".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2973117042898382817?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2973117042898382817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2973117042898382817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2973117042898382817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2973117042898382817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/07/dominic-felt-that-greeting-runners-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6L02jLldiM/Tg9K5U5QdpI/AAAAAAAABIc/1cgW6Ym6tR4/s72-c/5k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5444736839166620405</id><published>2011-06-29T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:38:47.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if your eyes are on me, youre lookin at country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJQUxbQII/Tgumyyp5YCI/AAAAAAAABIU/jpGykQh_hEY/s1600/tractor%2Bdriver.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJQUxbQII/Tgumyyp5YCI/AAAAAAAABIU/jpGykQh_hEY/s400/tractor%2Bdriver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623771951223365666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ya dont see no city when ya look at me&lt;div&gt;cause country's all i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love running bare footed through the ol' corn fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love that country ham. -Loretta Lynn&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/1229985746554244184-5444736839166620405?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5444736839166620405/comments/default' title='Post 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqLJQUxbQII/Tgumyyp5YCI/AAAAAAAABIU/jpGykQh_hEY/s72-c/tractor%2Bdriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8509728858436235738</id><published>2011-06-28T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:31:00.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok!  i confess!!!!</title><content type='html'>i know i should get a napkin...but i use my pants anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sometimes tell my friends that after work i am going to go home and clean/do laundry/put away laundry, all the while knowing that theres a popsicles chance in Tucson that im actually going to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get irritated when people start their FB status with the word "so".  if im in an unusually bad mood i will protest it by not reading their status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wont wear new clothes until they have been washed. what if some manufacturing chemical causes me to get a rash? i also dont like buying something that has obviously been tried on by someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only eat ice pops made with real fruit juice. once i tasted a freezie pop that was chemicaly tasting and it totally spoiled it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(also i just re-read the last sentence and had to correct the word ice pops from ice poops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8509728858436235738?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8509728858436235738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2250985540350488109</id><published>2011-06-27T18:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:39:10.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friday Fourth Friday Shop and Hop, although there was no hop, the trolley driver must have had something come up, so there were no trolley rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D managed to get 2 free baloons from river valley financial bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A73-5rDujk/TgkA8L0xPeI/AAAAAAAABIM/7H2edeJEjXg/s1600/balloons.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A73-5rDujk/TgkA8L0xPeI/AAAAAAAABIM/7H2edeJEjXg/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026643715046882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later in our walk, when his feet were tired i told him i would only give a piggy back ride to one balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8hUzMbjN6E/TgkA72wuJzI/AAAAAAAABIE/zsEDCUzKgyo/s1600/balloon%2Bbye%2Bbye.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8hUzMbjN6E/TgkA72wuJzI/AAAAAAAABIE/zsEDCUzKgyo/s400/balloon%2Bbye%2Bbye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026638060922674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he set the red one free and waved it off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our trip to Danville, KY to visit Tricia who was visiting Gram (her mom). dominic and i got to meet more of Tricias family, her brother Ken and nephew Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK4N0KmerT4/TgkA7nNpeqI/AAAAAAAABH8/DDrNZJM0vYk/s1600/but%2Bseriously.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK4N0KmerT4/TgkA7nNpeqI/AAAAAAAABH8/DDrNZJM0vYk/s400/but%2Bseriously.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026633887283874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dominic takes fire safety very seriously, at leats as seriously as Fire Marshall Ken Pflug, whose hat he is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGDgEaACrUQ/TgkA7LiIvOI/AAAAAAAABH0/FBc8H-8oAiQ/s1600/the%2Bbayll.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGDgEaACrUQ/TgkA7LiIvOI/AAAAAAAABH0/FBc8H-8oAiQ/s400/the%2Bbayll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623026626457025762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in this shot, the bell set him running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were TIRED by sunday and spent the day recouperating from our day trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2250985540350488109?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2250985540350488109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2250985540350488109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2250985540350488109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2250985540350488109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A73-5rDujk/TgkA8L0xPeI/AAAAAAAABIM/7H2edeJEjXg/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-737060468375681323</id><published>2011-06-23T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:32:21.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our big news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since some of you are FB friends you may already know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Idp9UapSsMQ/TgPZNuYYMvI/AAAAAAAABHs/o6Hs2wxlCk0/s1600/Baby-9Weeks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Idp9UapSsMQ/TgPZNuYYMvI/AAAAAAAABHs/o6Hs2wxlCk0/s400/Baby-9Weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621575589700317938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we have had 2 appointments so far and since i have had past problems the doctor has done ultrasounds both times.  the head is on the left, the butt is on the right, its like its laying on its back.&lt;div&gt; He/she was kicking the little foot stub (right top little bump) while the doctor was doing the ultrasound we saw and heard the hear beating very well, the doctor is well pleased but still wants to see me back in 2 weeks, just to be sure he/she is still growing well. i dont mind it means i get another picture of my little pumpkin seed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-737060468375681323?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/737060468375681323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=737060468375681323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/737060468375681323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/737060468375681323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-big-news.html' title='our big news!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Idp9UapSsMQ/TgPZNuYYMvI/AAAAAAAABHs/o6Hs2wxlCk0/s72-c/Baby-9Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3141891073804972660</id><published>2011-06-16T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:44:55.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dress code</title><content type='html'>last week while talking to super teen babysitter she mentioned the new dress code for her high school.&lt;div&gt;apparently things had gotten WAY out of hand clothes wise and the administrators had BIG decicions to make regarding the way that the students and teachers were dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super teen babysitter dresses modestly for a young lady her age (17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing mostly tee shirts, athletic pants , jeans and hoodies. she spoke of how even she was sometimes shocked by what her class mates wore to school. skirts that could barely be classified as a butt cover much less a skirt, plunging tops that reveal not only clevage but actual breasts. camis (in my opinion a cami is underwear) with flimsy straps, pajama shorts, shorty shorts that show cheek, etc, you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the guys there were the quitessential muscle tee held together with only an inch or so of fabric at the bottom showing pretty much the whole chest and arm pit... hair and all. ewww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baggy shorts barely clinging to the guy's back side also made a daily appearance. as did ripped torn pants that showed too much skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year the party is supposedly over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new dress code states&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no damaged clothing, no rips, no tears, no cuts, no "distressing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no skirts or shorts above the knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this should be interesting, i see outraged moms who cant find suitable shorts and skirts for their formerly leg baring daughters. but...i say shorts are unnecessary as the school has air conditioning and all of MY skirts hit my knee and are cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* no shoulder showing. guys or girls, no tanks, no muscle shirts and NO camis as shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no cleavage, at all, none, heres where the camis come into play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no open toed sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this is, in fact, enforced i applaud the South Western Jefferson County Schools. it should not have had to get as bad as it got for someone to say "Hmm, lets do something about this problem of our young ladies looking like street walkers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modesty should be taught from a young age and while not all of the girls like this dress code, they all need this as a first step toward learning to respect themselves.&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/1229985746554244184-3141891073804972660?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3141891073804972660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3141891073804972660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3141891073804972660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3141891073804972660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/06/dress-code.html' title='dress code'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8268055943542168586</id><published>2011-06-04T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:14:56.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i got shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just when i needed them... sandals on sale at our teeny tiny local Penney's. they are very comfortable, they dont rub my feet the wrong way and theyre pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtwjWbdaWFc/Teq6g4KJ0EI/AAAAAAAABHk/QHeGq2R6Oaw/s1600/new%2Bshoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtwjWbdaWFc/Teq6g4KJ0EI/AAAAAAAABHk/QHeGq2R6Oaw/s400/new%2Bshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614504959464296514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last weekend there was a car show, we strolled looking at all the pretty cars...and this...the one Dominic liked. he is showing you his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYG6nlmUgy4/Teq6gY2CDII/AAAAAAAABHc/OZXlLPtkGgM/s1600/tuff%2Bguy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYG6nlmUgy4/Teq6gY2CDII/AAAAAAAABHc/OZXlLPtkGgM/s400/tuff%2Bguy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614504951058402434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZS1xssIImM/Teq6f_kZT9I/AAAAAAAABHU/BDNR51fmhjs/s1600/d%2Band%2Bm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZS1xssIImM/Teq6f_kZT9I/AAAAAAAABHU/BDNR51fmhjs/s400/d%2Band%2Bm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614504944273543122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had a fun but busy weekend last weekend, this weekend hasnt been as busy, we have been spending time sitting around at home watching movies because its 95 degrees outside. who wants to go out when its that hot? not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8268055943542168586?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8268055943542168586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=8268055943542168586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8268055943542168586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8268055943542168586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-got-shoes.html' title='i got shoes'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtwjWbdaWFc/Teq6g4KJ0EI/AAAAAAAABHk/QHeGq2R6Oaw/s72-c/new%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7283092754611928104</id><published>2011-05-29T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:06:41.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something un expected</title><content type='html'>since mostly only my friends and family read this blog, and you all know that things just arent quite what some would consider "normal" at the Ritchie house, im going to tell you about my strange new discovery.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but first how it happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i expect a friend over for lunch on friday, i made chicken salad sandwiches, a cheese and cracker tray and put out some lemon chalet girl scout cookies. it was all very fancy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my friend couldnt make it, at the last minute, so D and i sat down to my fancy lunch, had lemonade and sandwiches and cheese and crackers, the cheeses were cheddar and havarti (which i love). D declared he didnt like the havarti because it sounded too much like farty (classy, i know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i put a half plate of havarti uncovered in the fridge for ken when he got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didnt see the cheese tray at all, it got pushed to the back, i found it this morning, still uncovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is where it gets good, im not one to waste cheese so although it was dry like cheese jerky, i thought , Meh, what the heck and took a bite...YUM. yes, dried cheese jerky, the havarti was good because it didnt get oily like the cheddar did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it may have now eaten cheese in its every form, and i like it, alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7283092754611928104?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7283092754611928104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7283092754611928104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7283092754611928104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7283092754611928104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/something-un-expected.html' title='something un expected'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3120697976445485123</id><published>2011-05-28T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:21:20.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i found it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i found a great book shelf for a great price. while out looking for garage sales we drove by a house that had 3 book shelves sitting out on their driveway, 2 were tall and looked like pre-fab pressed wood, but this guy, made of real wood, had a 15 dollar price tag on him. before i had fully taken in the greatness of the find, i told Ken "i'd give them 10 for it" just then someone came out of the house, it was Mr. Hodges, someone we knew from around town. Ken offered him 10, he checked with his brother in law who's shelf it was and the brother in law said he would take 10, he told us that it had been in his room when he was a little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePc0HZo5G6I/TeEs7SMoFHI/AAAAAAAABHI/RT_c7JTPN_0/s1600/shelf%2Bfront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePc0HZo5G6I/TeEs7SMoFHI/AAAAAAAABHI/RT_c7JTPN_0/s400/shelf%2Bfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816007689049202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TU5swfYc-rU/TeEs7JPlA9I/AAAAAAAABHA/b_XVP15EiVg/s1600/shelf%2Bside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TU5swfYc-rU/TeEs7JPlA9I/AAAAAAAABHA/b_XVP15EiVg/s400/shelf%2Bside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816005285512146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we now have a solution to our busting book shelf problem. it needs to be cleaned up a little and maybe a coat of stain or paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XPkkGxwMkM/TeEs67WZMnI/AAAAAAAABG4/jN2h1FnPomw/s1600/fabric.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XPkkGxwMkM/TeEs67WZMnI/AAAAAAAABG4/jN2h1FnPomw/s400/fabric.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816001556001394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also, my fabric for my kitchen curtains came today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3120697976445485123?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3120697976445485123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3120697976445485123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3120697976445485123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3120697976445485123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-found-it.html' title='i found it!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePc0HZo5G6I/TeEs7SMoFHI/AAAAAAAABHI/RT_c7JTPN_0/s72-c/shelf%2Bfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3707895941683209842</id><published>2011-05-26T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:47:05.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im not buying it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i found this doodle on my grocery list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvbAEKKTMhE/Td51om8CB5I/AAAAAAAABGw/UFlGvII8iwY/s1600/skippy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvbAEKKTMhE/Td51om8CB5I/AAAAAAAABGw/UFlGvII8iwY/s400/skippy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611051526257772434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im not sure if its a siamese cat, or a chiuhaua. whatever it is...im not buying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3707895941683209842?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3707895941683209842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3707895941683209842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3707895941683209842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3707895941683209842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-buying-it.html' title='im not buying it'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvbAEKKTMhE/Td51om8CB5I/AAAAAAAABGw/UFlGvII8iwY/s72-c/skippy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7928607442687971834</id><published>2011-05-24T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:58:30.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ya wanna know?</title><content type='html'>I dont really LIKE raw spinach, i eat it...with alot of dressing and other stuff because i know its super healthy, but it leaves a weird frictiony feeling on my teeth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i drink seltzer to cut down my sugar intake. once i opened a bottle, cautiously, but not cautiously enough, it sprayed me in the face like a cartoon seltzer bottle. i seriously about fell over laughing at the whole incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday while doing a little un productive worrying, i thought, what i need is a professional worrier, i tell my worrier whats worrying me, and they sit and worry and stress eat and wring their hands and go prematurely grey while i go about my day, mind at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course i wouldnt wish my worry on any person, but it would be just as productive, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i know, give your worry to God you say, but sometimes i like to keep that worry, i know you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7928607442687971834?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7928607442687971834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7928607442687971834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the friends of the library book sale, one of my favorite events of the season, i got a couple of good titles...i didnt make it there until sunday...the pickens were starting to get slim, Dominic got more than i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCPcr-QLs1s/TdmXuJJ5VmI/AAAAAAAABGo/ExD2A5HYajc/s1600/DSCN0238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCPcr-QLs1s/TdmXuJJ5VmI/AAAAAAAABGo/ExD2A5HYajc/s400/DSCN0238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609681629853865570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we also enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://www.ohiorivervalleyfolkfestival.com/"&gt;folk festival&lt;/a&gt; , they had this awesome fish tank, showing common fish of the ohio river valley we spent quite a while there IDing some of the fish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGgqwa6OT-Y/TdmXtwRjwsI/AAAAAAAABGg/_KJVs095x1I/s1600/DSCN0194.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGgqwa6OT-Y/TdmXtwRjwsI/AAAAAAAABGg/_KJVs095x1I/s400/DSCN0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609681623175119554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the music was so good, i especially liked &lt;a href="http://www.thewiyos.com/"&gt;The Wiyos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hogeyenavvy.com/fr_home.cfm"&gt;Hogeye Navvy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.the-tillers.com/"&gt;The Tillers&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/1229985746554244184-8133852478334562473?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCPcr-QLs1s/TdmXuJJ5VmI/AAAAAAAABGo/ExD2A5HYajc/s72-c/DSCN0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8842157550837295612</id><published>2011-05-15T08:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:31:10.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the estate sale</title><content type='html'>&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;i always feel a little bad getting excited about estate sales. after all, it does mean that someone lost their family member.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxa2q0Mt7K0/Tc_EUzGVPZI/AAAAAAAABGY/3Est3WwJJlY/s1600/mirror.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxa2q0Mt7K0/Tc_EUzGVPZI/AAAAAAAABGY/3Est3WwJJlY/s400/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606915922692750738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at this particular sale, i faound LOTS of awesome stuff , including this mirror, it came with a matching shelf, im seeing it painted black, i considered selling it on my etsy shop but i really like it...and i really dont want to ship a mirror, but i would sell the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NJ9rULD6Ys/Tc_EUll_7sI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QxR7U3uXNSc/s1600/kitchen%2Bshears.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NJ9rULD6Ys/Tc_EUll_7sI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QxR7U3uXNSc/s400/kitchen%2Bshears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606915919067475650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the best odds and ends pieces i found were these great old kitchen shears, i considered keeping them but decided to share the wealth and sell them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this sale i also found something i have wanted for years, those wonderful vintage 1950s, super sturdy, woven wood hampers with solid wood hinged lids, there were 2...in great condition, they need paint, but wow, im keeping those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ladies running the sale were relieved to sell the mirror and hampers and one of them said she was glad they were going to a good home,  she had been afraid that nobody would buy them, and Goodwill apparently wasnt an option for these particular pieces of their loved one's estate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8842157550837295612?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8842157550837295612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=8842157550837295612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8842157550837295612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8842157550837295612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/estate-sale.html' title='the estate sale'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxa2q0Mt7K0/Tc_EUzGVPZI/AAAAAAAABGY/3Est3WwJJlY/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3154784181530041504</id><published>2011-05-09T13:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:23:58.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>annnnd, GO</title><content type='html'>so, so , so much going on in the next couple of weeks! there WILL be pictures, i know, you have all been so patient with me while i was in my bloggers funk (actually, it was a general life funk, and im so glad its over!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday... we are going to spring clean at Kent Baptist, inside and out so get out your silver/brass polish and lets polish those crosses and communion cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday...hmm except church gathering...nothing that i can think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday...Cubs vs Reds at cincinatti!! yay!! i cant wait, i dont think &lt;a href="http://ourlittleblessing.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;Cow will be coming &lt;/a&gt;this time, Cow has been relegated to use only when The Boy needs his tears wiped off. now its all about Beaver, so maybe Beaver will get his chance to go to the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next thur...spring concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday KINDERGARTEN GRADUATION!!!!! can you believe it?! i can im not the kind of mom (yet) who says has it been 5 years already? i say..we worked hard and played hard to get him where he is in life right now, and its so much fun AND so much work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then all weekend....THE FOLK FESTIVAL! i seriously ...cant wait! and there are so mant friends and family members and faux family members that i so wish could come and enjoy this with me its going to be so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so....there will be pictures, hold me to it! really, i need to get back to entertaining you all....um...i mean journaling my life, yep, thats why i do it, certainly not to entertain you ok, maybe a little for entertainment.&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/1229985746554244184-3154784181530041504?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3154784181530041504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3154784181530041504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3154784181530041504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3154784181530041504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/annnnd-go.html' title='annnnd, GO'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-9151136262918987999</id><published>2011-05-07T18:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:46:10.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-i want summer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these pictures from the past are posted as a ruse to get you to agree with me....this spring has been a huge letdown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on top of that...i have my yearly case of laryngitis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when you read this using my voice...hear my pathetic whisper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FSWqiKeco0/TcXJ1KILHiI/AAAAAAAABGI/17WQEtHUS9Q/s1600/peas%2Band%2Bcarrots" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FSWqiKeco0/TcXJ1KILHiI/AAAAAAAABGI/17WQEtHUS9Q/s400/peas%2Band%2Bcarrots" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107226421337634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmmmm.cant wait until things start growing...any seed that has been planted thus far is officially drowned from the weeks and weeks of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoM94CWH4aY/TcXJ0mlIzSI/AAAAAAAABGA/_WH3opCL_yI/s1600/fount%2Brun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoM94CWH4aY/TcXJ0mlIzSI/AAAAAAAABGA/_WH3opCL_yI/s400/fount%2Brun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107216879144226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooooohhhh, shorts and flip flops, when will the day come? currently i am wearing shoes, and my feet are still cold, we havent even ditched the electric blanket for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xR7y73Y7Zt8/TcXJ0GoshdI/AAAAAAAABF4/XupE_E2yXkE/s1600/dinner%2Bon%2Bporch" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xR7y73Y7Zt8/TcXJ0GoshdI/AAAAAAAABF4/XupE_E2yXkE/s400/dinner%2Bon%2Bporch" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604107208304133586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and dining alfresco....theres not much to add here, i think you get my point&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just hoping for a really GREAT summer, like the one 2 years ago...that was nice, all 80's all the time......excuse me while i escape into my daydream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-9151136262918987999?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/9151136262918987999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=9151136262918987999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9151136262918987999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9151136262918987999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-summer.html' title='-i want summer!!!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FSWqiKeco0/TcXJ1KILHiI/AAAAAAAABGI/17WQEtHUS9Q/s72-c/peas%2Band%2Bcarrots' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7561362653987762854</id><published>2011-05-05T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:42:53.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my mothers day post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;because i dont know if i will blog again before sunday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sean, katie, dominic, me, lindsay and david&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koBvK5NTCtU/TcKmwCl4CmI/AAAAAAAABFw/0Vi7suzJvUc/s1600/watsonritchievidal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koBvK5NTCtU/TcKmwCl4CmI/AAAAAAAABFw/0Vi7suzJvUc/s400/watsonritchievidal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603224230661982818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy mothers day mom, and mom and momma, and Laura .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i picked this picture from my scores of photos because it has all 4 of us watson kids. plus Sean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad took this picture on the weekend of Katie and Seans wedding, i think it was shortly before they left for their honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me chuckle whenever i see it because Katies eyes are closed, dominic is close to crying, lindsay looks in a hurry to get the picture over with and david looks bored with the whole situation. i do wonder what sean is thinking and i of course never mind having my picture taken. i credit that to you mom, after all, it was you wasnt it who started snapping a camera in mt face the day i was born? and never let up either. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7561362653987762854?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7561362653987762854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7561362653987762854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7561362653987762854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7561362653987762854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mothers-day-post.html' title='my mothers day post'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koBvK5NTCtU/TcKmwCl4CmI/AAAAAAAABFw/0Vi7suzJvUc/s72-c/watsonritchievidal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8903431578678487755</id><published>2011-04-29T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:53:07.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DGHXyPkO0c/TbtN0AvmrSI/AAAAAAAABFo/B9HJt5Ftlqk/s1600/new%2Bglasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DGHXyPkO0c/TbtN0AvmrSI/AAAAAAAABFo/B9HJt5Ftlqk/s400/new%2Bglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601156117513547042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after a not so great visit to the wal mart optical ( the dr is great for adults, kids, not so much) we took Dominic to Dr Lisle who did his initial vision screening at school. Dr Lisle determined that Ds eye muscles were weak and working extra hard to focus at a distance which translates to uber hard work focusing close up.&lt;div&gt;he says theres a good chance that we can strengthen those muscles because he is still so young. Dominic goes back in a month to see if theres even a slight improvement, then back in 6 months to hopefully change the prescription.&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/1229985746554244184-8903431578678487755?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8903431578678487755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=8903431578678487755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8903431578678487755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8903431578678487755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/nerd-alert.html' title='nerd alert'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DGHXyPkO0c/TbtN0AvmrSI/AAAAAAAABFo/B9HJt5Ftlqk/s72-c/new%2Bglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8753581548103595353</id><published>2011-04-27T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:50:38.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the last week</title><content type='html'>we have:&lt;div&gt;had multiple storm systems move through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dominics first trip to the optometrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worn shorts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lunch with faraway friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner with faraway family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worn coats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dominic second trip to a different optometrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken in a flooded out friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voted multiple times for Broad Street Brewing Company (have you &lt;a href="http://www.myentre.net/busProfile/tabid/95/Default.aspx?entry=303"&gt;voted? do you want to?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picked out dominics glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played 2 games of scrabble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fallen off the healthy eating wagon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotten back on the wagon however briefly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made a trip to cocoa safari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone to an egg hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annnnnddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had our first Easter as the new pastoral family at Kent Baptist Church, Kent, IN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wowie...Ken gave me a hard time last night for not posting for a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i had ALOT to blog about but was so busy that i just didnt do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what do you want to hear about first?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how about a short one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our friends Lori and Paul live right by the river, on the KY side. absolutely perfect in the summer, nice breeze, comfortable back deck where you can watch the river. not so perfect in the rain drenched spring that we are having this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last friday i helped Lori take everything off the walls and shelving units so that they could pull the mobile home to higher ground. theirs was the last one scheduled to be moved, it finally got moved on sunday, the road was half closed by that time....they made it out to buy groceries and bring their daughter over here to spend the week (theres a school trip this week that she did not want to miss). Lori and Paul went back to move the deck furniture, move the dog pen and tie down the steps and deck (just in case). by 2 hours later the road was flooded over... only a monster truck is getting through that. so they are on a staycation on their own swampy island with 3 other families...thank goodness they went to the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they expect the water to recede off the road on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile, we have had the privledge of keeping their 13 year old daughter :) she is one of my favorites. and she loves to play scrabble.&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/1229985746554244184-8753581548103595353?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8753581548103595353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=8753581548103595353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8753581548103595353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8753581548103595353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-last-week.html' title='in the last week'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2402519636979104634</id><published>2011-04-20T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:29:24.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ten things i love</title><content type='html'>i got tagged! i havent been tagged in FOREVER! so, &lt;a href="http://hmwsnapshots.blogspot.com/"&gt;holly&lt;/a&gt; here they are&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. dog wood blossoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. cheese (a..duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Yuengling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. up cycling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. the end of the evening when me, my kindle and my hottie (cloth bag filled with rice and microwaved) snuggle in on the corner of the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. getting revelation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love my blog friends! oops, thats 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2402519636979104634?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2402519636979104634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2402519636979104634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2402519636979104634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2402519636979104634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/ten-things-i-love.html' title='ten things i love'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1667126851264503286</id><published>2011-04-14T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:41:50.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pass the chocolate!</title><content type='html'>2 weeks ago, i noticed my pants getting a little snug in the belly, i attributed it to minor medical situation and a few stressful issues i was dealing with, it will go away i figured.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i cut back on coffee...big time, down to one cup a day and no cokes for caffeine boost. my blood pressure was a little elevated when i want to the DR last month...stress, yes, but i figured the major amounts of caffeine i was consuming wasnt helping. apparently that coffee was keeping my digestion going at a good speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week, i had one pair of jeans that fit, and one that i was wearing using the old pregnancy trick of fastening your pants with a ponytailer. um,  wow, i cant believe i just told you that, it WAS quite embarrassing when someone told me my zipper was down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken said "just go get some new pants"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, no i wont go buy new pants. instead i found a book at the library, a new arrival, &lt;a href="http://thebellyfatcure.com/"&gt;the belly fat cure&lt;/a&gt;. i decided to read it through see what Jorge Cruise had to say. its pretty simple you try to eat no sugars (youre allowed 15 grams a day) and you eat 6 servings of healthy carbs per day (whole grains and such) it allows everything else (not to excess mind you). the book is SUPER easy to use and has great sections about how to exchange the stuff youre eating now to a healthier alternative..like switch flour tortillas for corn tortillas (corn tortilla with melted cheese and a hard boiled egg is a great breakfast!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most difficult thing about it is staying away from sweet drinks (soda, juice, sweet tea) and not eating chocolate (thankfully i found a yummy sugar free peppermint patty at CoCoa Safari)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems to work pretty well! im not like...WOW, i just dropped 2 dress sizes in a week!!  but i am impressed with how easy it is to stick with. im also glad that my pants fit again.&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/1229985746554244184-1667126851264503286?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/1667126851264503286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=1667126851264503286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1667126851264503286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1667126851264503286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/pass-chocolate.html' title='pass the chocolate!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3114149085325995422</id><published>2011-04-11T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:25:10.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people pleaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galatians 1:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you think that i am trying to make people accept me? No, God is the one i am trying to please. Am i trying to please people? If i still wanted to please people then i would not be a servant if Christ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i dont like to admit it, but I am a person who wants to please people, i feel the unrest if i think someone is mad at me or if i think they disagree with me, or if i think i offended them somehow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remind myself that they choose to be offended or that not everyone can agree with me all the time and that some people ( gasp) may not even LIKE me (i know, who would NOT like me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the school year draws to a close we have had numerous people ask us if Dominic will be going to the Christian Academy next year. the answer is no next year he will start first grade in public school. the next question is usually, is it because of the cost?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No its not because of the cost, its because as Christians we are called to a mission of going, and making disciples, and showing the love of Christ to people who are not believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its really difficult to live that mission when everyone you hang with is either already a believer or claims to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the asker today was someone i respect immensely and of course, someone i did not want to displease. i found this conversation really uncomfortable as she listened to my reasons of wanting dominic to realize that not everyone is like us, of wanting him to be able to have to opportunity to be a good example to others, of wanting him to be able to relate to all different kinds of kids, and to be there to show the love of Christ, she had that look on her face that i immediately read as disapproval (although i may be wrong, she may have been thinking and listening really closely). that made me nervous, it almost made me second guess my reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i realized that Ken and i have talked this over thoroughly, we feel like this is the best decision. and no matter how much i respect someone, i cant change my mind to please them, im not accountable to them. im accountable only to God.&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/1229985746554244184-3114149085325995422?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3114149085325995422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3114149085325995422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3114149085325995422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3114149085325995422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-pleaser.html' title='people pleaser'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5705569914022786814</id><published>2011-04-07T11:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:43:27.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another shirt makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;im on a roll!! i have had this shirt for a few months now. i have never worn it. why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laj6Gwnql5s/TZ3YI4oJfuI/AAAAAAAABFg/FdY4Nf7QBsw/s1600/ATshirt%2Bbefore.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laj6Gwnql5s/TZ3YI4oJfuI/AAAAAAAABFg/FdY4Nf7QBsw/s400/ATshirt%2Bbefore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592863959415357154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see, its a bit wide at the bottom. this was a problem. i bought it at my favorite store ever. Ann Taylor? NO, silly, i cant afford to shop there!! Good Will.&lt;div&gt;i LOVE Ann Taylor, the fabrics are so nice and soft, the colors are always the best of the season (in my small town opinion) and i comb our local good will for someone elses Ann Taylor cast offs. so im sure Ann would have a bone to pick with me, since she isnt seeing any of the profits from my love affair with her designs. and i am proud to say that my closet full of Ann Taylor clothes has cost me less than 100 bucks in the last year. yay for frugality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKFGqoqWJo0/TZ3YIv0RNnI/AAAAAAAABFY/-AWlL083ceM/s1600/ATshirt%2Bafter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKFGqoqWJo0/TZ3YIv0RNnI/AAAAAAAABFY/-AWlL083ceM/s400/ATshirt%2Bafter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592863957050275442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so heres what i did to correct the problem with this beautiful top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER easy, the most difficult part was winding the bobbin with the elastic thread, it kept getting away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to hand wind the elastic thread so its wound fairly tightly, so that when you stitch with it, it springs back and creates the gathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started stitching around the bottom and just kept sitiching following the last row as a guide, around, and around and around, without stopping, its one continuous line of stitches. how much easier could that have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oam5dxF1sGo/TZ3YICRkMOI/AAAAAAAABFQ/hmMEV35DIzw/s1600/ATshirt%2Bwear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oam5dxF1sGo/TZ3YICRkMOI/AAAAAAAABFQ/hmMEV35DIzw/s400/ATshirt%2Bwear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592863944825123042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta-da!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what will she make over next? &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/1229985746554244184-5705569914022786814?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5705569914022786814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5705569914022786814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5705569914022786814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5705569914022786814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-shirt-makeover.html' title='another shirt makeover'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laj6Gwnql5s/TZ3YI4oJfuI/AAAAAAAABFg/FdY4Nf7QBsw/s72-c/ATshirt%2Bbefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3744913504473771611</id><published>2011-03-31T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:00:29.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweater make over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i came by this cute sweater for free at a church clothing exchange, i loved the color and the cute sleeves, but just wasnt too sure about the turtle neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUs84hsCSaY/TZSxIYkOOVI/AAAAAAAABEs/Am64dZMeixA/s1600/sweater%2Bberore.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUs84hsCSaY/TZSxIYkOOVI/AAAAAAAABEs/Am64dZMeixA/s400/sweater%2Bberore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590287795065076050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i tried it on later i realized the turtle neck HAD to go, this sweater had too much going on with the turtle neck, puffed sleeves and ribbing on the lower half. i set about researching on the internet the best way to remove a turtle neck without too much damage. it seems the best way is to clip a little hole near the seam and separate the two layers of turtle neck, then carefully snip them away without damaging the finished edge between the layers, i can do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-948xF1A2yKE/TZSxIDmh8cI/AAAAAAAABEk/eEIBSjI53Qw/s1600/sweater%2Bafter1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-948xF1A2yKE/TZSxIDmh8cI/AAAAAAAABEk/eEIBSjI53Qw/s400/sweater%2Bafter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590287789437612482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i also saw that one lady had used the turtleneck to make a rosette. i can do that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SG65k88cX0I/TZSxH9YItfI/AAAAAAAABEc/6JezA8OARNU/s1600/sweater%2Bafter2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SG65k88cX0I/TZSxH9YItfI/AAAAAAAABEc/6JezA8OARNU/s400/sweater%2Bafter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590287787766625778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta da! the sweater, which is currently in the wash because i put it on on sunday morning, and then proceeded to spit toothpaste on myself, charming, i know.&lt;div&gt;but it does look super cute on, and Ken didnt even recognize it as the same sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3744913504473771611?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3744913504473771611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3744913504473771611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3744913504473771611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3744913504473771611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweater-make-over.html' title='sweater make over'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUs84hsCSaY/TZSxIYkOOVI/AAAAAAAABEs/Am64dZMeixA/s72-c/sweater%2Bberore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-4760297804766030038</id><published>2011-03-16T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:53:52.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a post for the grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the family arrived last friday night and we have had plenty of opportunities for photos this week, most of our fun was had on sunday, which is when we made cookies and played in the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_iGWLLwX-Y/TYC-siwPG3I/AAAAAAAABEU/XAZwgYy0bA8/s1600/go%252C%2Bboy%252C%2Bgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_iGWLLwX-Y/TYC-siwPG3I/AAAAAAAABEU/XAZwgYy0bA8/s400/go%252C%2Bboy%252C%2Bgo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584673210392058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we didnt set up the christmas tree, but we did make christmas cookies and both of the boys really enjoyed that. especially the eating part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9l2e1f7j8-Y/TYC-sY77XUI/AAAAAAAABEM/2OSkgpGuWsM/s1600/cookie%2Bconnor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9l2e1f7j8-Y/TYC-sY77XUI/AAAAAAAABEM/2OSkgpGuWsM/s400/cookie%2Bconnor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584673207756741954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHaPqtMkcj4/TYC-ryuQzFI/AAAAAAAABEE/tIJx2TYA4cs/s1600/cookie%2Bconnor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHaPqtMkcj4/TYC-ryuQzFI/AAAAAAAABEE/tIJx2TYA4cs/s400/cookie%2Bconnor2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584673197498879058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POZPdK4kJXA/TYC-rQQ9VrI/AAAAAAAABD8/gj7gi1lYZEs/s1600/dirty%2Bboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POZPdK4kJXA/TYC-rQQ9VrI/AAAAAAAABD8/gj7gi1lYZEs/s400/dirty%2Bboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584673188249163442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dominic and Connor found a couple of little garden shovels and decided to excavate a swimming pool for fireflies. it may be a while until the fireflies can use it though, its a little too chilly right now for swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4760297804766030038?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/4760297804766030038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=4760297804766030038&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3167988874749527643</id><published>2011-03-12T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:23:44.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHJ3eCbTRCc/TXvVryahllI/AAAAAAAABD0/DTI4ddZgZIY/s1600/DSC_5397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHJ3eCbTRCc/TXvVryahllI/AAAAAAAABD0/DTI4ddZgZIY/s400/DSC_5397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583291111299978834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have been hanging out with these guys for the last couple of days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be back on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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comes...'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHJ3eCbTRCc/TXvVryahllI/AAAAAAAABD0/DTI4ddZgZIY/s72-c/DSC_5397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5461832928300046355</id><published>2011-03-10T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:55:02.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gas strike? really?</title><content type='html'>i have been seeing on face book all these posts for gas strike days. this really, really irritates me. this action makes no sense. its not like the oil companies are scared of one day with low gas sales, they know that the people who didnt fill up today are going to have to fill up tomorrow which will probably result in a nice big sales day. its just idiotic, i dont use that word alot, i dont say it because i dont want my son to say it but the idea of sticking it to the oil company by going one day without buying their product is just that, idiotic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who thought of this? and how did they get so many people on their band wagon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you want to make a real difference on gas strike day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to your nearest gas station and hang out for a minute or two. someone who really cant afford the gas they need is going to drive up. take your cash or debit card and pay for their gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you cant stick it to the oil company but you can make someones day and show them love Jesus style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are they going to think youre crazy? yeah, probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people thought Jesus was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are they going to refuse. probably not.&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/1229985746554244184-5461832928300046355?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5461832928300046355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5461832928300046355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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asked....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you like fresh grated parmesan on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care for a refill on that coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you have a CVS card?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you like your reciept?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have a library fine of a dollar twenty five, do you want to pay it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna go to lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna get a pizza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you want to watch Psych?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care to join me in a game of uno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the #1 question with the answer "absolutely, i do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you think a heating blanket is the best gift you have ever gotten? ABSOLUTELY, I DO.&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/1229985746554244184-2785616700344909003?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2785616700344909003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2785616700344909003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2785616700344909003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2785616700344909003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/03/absolutely-i-do.html' title='absolutely, i do.'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7481731725308375813</id><published>2011-02-28T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:44:41.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, saturday did not turn out to be as carefree as i had hoped. in the no house work statement i forgot...i havent cleaned the bathroom in weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and RRRRIIIINNNGGGGG "hello?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house guests to spend the weekend next week!!! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so suddenly my main objective is to NOT completely gross them out with my crusty bath tub and faucet covered in way ward toothpaste splatters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i honed my tetris skilz by figuring out where i can cram my sewing desk so that the pack and play will fit...mission accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was a plan for all our meals for the weekend, nothing fancy but ya know, you want to know what youre feeding people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally a trip to the meat market for some local beef and pork chops for my man to throw on the grill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was a busy saturday but a good saturday, next week and the week after will be better (guests 2 weeks in a row!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant wait to see my favorite girls this week and my favorite boys next weekend!&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/1229985746554244184-7481731725308375813?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7481731725308375813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7481731725308375813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7481731725308375813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7481731725308375813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-saturday-did-not-turn-out-to-be-as.html' title=''/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6226392774867085555</id><published>2011-02-26T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:41:42.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>er, what are we going to today, brain?</title><content type='html'>wow! a day OFF, the whole family, we havent committed to anything today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no work, no extended family plans, no house work that has to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are 2 things that are stopping my mind from running wild on possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money- we are trying to pay off one of our bills and can spare no extra funds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather-we really cant plan anything outside because its rainy and 33 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what shall we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6226392774867085555?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6226392774867085555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6226392774867085555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i got a brilliant idea today of making a shelf in our dining area dedicated to our board games, right now they are high up on a shelf in the laundry room and not accessable to the shorter members of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went about trying to clear the books off of one shelfs of our book cases. it did not go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i determined that an additional book shelf is necessary. now to find an affordable one, thts not junky or cheap looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my dream bookcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyl3MhDkOho/TWbojAlon3I/AAAAAAAABDs/pU9Xt0IBudk/s1600/bookcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyl3MhDkOho/TWbojAlon3I/AAAAAAAABDs/pU9Xt0IBudk/s400/bookcase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577400876695854962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i would LOVE one of these, or two or three, or just a whole wall, no make that room full. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you hear that? its me swooning.&lt;br /&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/1229985746554244184-9142004959286082889?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/9142004959286082889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=9142004959286082889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9142004959286082889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/9142004959286082889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-need.html' title='what i need'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyl3MhDkOho/TWbojAlon3I/AAAAAAAABDs/pU9Xt0IBudk/s72-c/bookcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1151657071458930518</id><published>2011-02-23T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:45:11.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hurray for 5$ foot longs!</title><content type='html'>thats pretty much it. just hurray for 5$ foot longs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since no body is feeling 100% around here, cooking and cleaning are NOT top priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon arriving home from work, i walked into the kitchen, the messy, messy kitchen, and i used up all my extra energy washing dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hurray for 5$ foot longs at subway. and it was free cookie day too, but you only get one, so i got the one i wanted, raspberry cheesecake cookie, and kept it a secret for when everyone else goes to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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longs!'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5337028812757045097</id><published>2011-02-22T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:54:26.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN!!?? (downer post)</title><content type='html'>yep, im sick...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a normal year i get sick enough to take to my bed once, one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three times! so far. i am not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache and nausea are not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither are body aches and runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten smart and experienced enough about to learn how to breathe through nausea and take an excedrin (yay, for caffeine dependency) instead of tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i did not get a flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do get to sit on the couch and watch Community, if you havent seen it, netflix it, its strangely funny and just all around odd but hilarious,so much so, that, it might only last 2 seasons. because thats what happens to show that i love. its a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except Psych, also hilarious, that one repelled the curse of the show that i love. you can get that one on netflix too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-5337028812757045097?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5337028812757045097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5337028812757045097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5337028812757045097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5337028812757045097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-downer-post.html' title='AGAIN!!?? (downer post)'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5452360860851738862</id><published>2011-02-21T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:37:57.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear husband called me out on not posting for 3 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been busy, well not super busy, but not near a computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took D up to Indy to visit grandma and grandpa and shopped a little at circle center mall while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to maybe get a new accessory or dress. i didnt find anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe its the small town life that i live, all laid back and quiet and what not...but i have to say that mall was LOUD! and stinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between different loud club music in every store we went into and the terribly strong perfume and body product smell that was everywhere, it was hard to shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went and got coffee and a bagel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday of course i had to go get the boy from grandma and grandpas, we had lunch with them at panera, have you tried their mac and cheese at panera? to die for. it is the best i have ever had, EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that was my weekend. in a nut shell.&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/1229985746554244184-5452360860851738862?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5452360860851738862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=5452360860851738862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5452360860851738862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/5452360860851738862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dear-husband-called-me-out-on-not.html' title=''/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2693557776689424240</id><published>2011-02-18T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:12:48.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so whats yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;There is no absurdity so palpable but that it may be firmly planted in the human head if you only begin to inculcate it before the age of five, by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnity. -Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;this quote was posted on someones facebook status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i found it interesting, imagining all the different concepts that form in a child's head in those early years. all kinds of notions that serve them well later,that they later find to be false, or that prove to be their ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i also did a little research on Schopenhauer, and began to wonder... who would listen to that guy, he was MESSED up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1229985746554244184-2693557776689424240?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2693557776689424240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2693557776689424240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2693557776689424240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2693557776689424240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-whats-yours.html' title='so whats yours?'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3829191759735916054</id><published>2011-02-16T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:12:34.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is getting sad</title><content type='html'>my daily posts have become so boring that im sure almost nobody except my closet friends and my most far away family members are even reading them anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, i went to the BMV today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does the BMV smell like smoke and why is it full of people in lounge pants? dont non- smokers who wear actual pants go there too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was there for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;errands are my bag, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i love running work errands. i love getting to go to staples and buy paper, i love going to the bank, the post office, the accountant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody has to do it...it might as well be the someone who will probably stop for a latte while theyre out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-3829191759735916054?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/3829191759735916054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=3829191759735916054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3829191759735916054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/3829191759735916054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-getting-sad.html' title='this is getting sad'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-316626967049755076</id><published>2011-02-15T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:08:54.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(no subject)</title><content type='html'>the treats were a huge hit. especially with one little girl in particular, she came up to me 2 or 3 times to thank me and tell me how much she liked them (sweet kid)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i...uh...vacuumed the living room....and...hmmm...lets see oh, ! did dishes! yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, its pretty boring around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made a homemede pizza tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pre packaged crust from Ruler Foods...eh, i've had better. dominic mixed up the sauce for me but when it came to putting oil on his hands to ball up the dough, he was outtie. i did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a turkey sausage pizza. and i had no mozzerella cheese (i know, how, you ask does THAT happen!?) so i used shredded sharp cheddar (a little sparingly) it was YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so EXCITING up in here! (not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any way. on to a super spectular night of snuggling up and reading...ooooohhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spring is on its way, that usually leads to more picturey posts, i bet you cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-316626967049755076?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/316626967049755076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=316626967049755076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/316626967049755076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/316626967049755076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-subject.html' title='(no subject)'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-1676563434565940105</id><published>2011-02-13T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:45:47.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>class party treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic's class is having a valentines day party tomorrow, the treats we decided to take are and adaptation of the &lt;a href="http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodies.html"&gt;ones we made for christmas&lt;/a&gt; the year before last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a jumbo marshmallow stabbed through with a pretzel stick and dipped in melted toll house morsels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and sprinkled with pink and red sprinkles. that was D's job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EVsNeRpTSA/TVhAcF7R2eI/AAAAAAAABDk/hdAbG--HCZU/s1600/val%2Btreat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EVsNeRpTSA/TVhAcF7R2eI/AAAAAAAABDk/hdAbG--HCZU/s400/val%2Btreat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275390242314722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these four are ours, the ones that wouldnt fit in the plastic pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2iWYeF3wCU/TVhAb_nrPVI/AAAAAAAABDc/nP3KLwZUMbo/s1600/valtreat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2iWYeF3wCU/TVhAb_nrPVI/AAAAAAAABDc/nP3KLwZUMbo/s400/valtreat3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275388549479762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlnSsgtoMw/TVhAbi7RGWI/AAAAAAAABDU/n-RJfoPXZoI/s1600/valtreat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlnSsgtoMw/TVhAbi7RGWI/AAAAAAAABDU/n-RJfoPXZoI/s400/valtreat2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275380847024482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the bag of marshmallows was gone there was still chocolate left, already melted so chocolate covered pretzels sounded like a brilliant way to avoid wasting the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4LSwA0o9XE/TVhAbK6Z5iI/AAAAAAAABDM/yRc3x--0CnI/s1600/valtreat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4LSwA0o9XE/TVhAbK6Z5iI/AAAAAAAABDM/yRc3x--0CnI/s400/valtreat4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275374400955938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;these were a huge hit with the family at christmas so im sure they will be just as big of a hit with the 5-6 year old crowd.&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/1229985746554244184-1676563434565940105?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/1676563434565940105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=1676563434565940105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1676563434565940105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/1676563434565940105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/class-party-treats.html' title='class party treats'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EVsNeRpTSA/TVhAcF7R2eI/AAAAAAAABDk/hdAbG--HCZU/s72-c/val%2Btreat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7508477525569676468</id><published>2011-02-11T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:04:54.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more of nothing</title><content type='html'>heres some  stuff from today&lt;div&gt;*cleaned my tub and shower, nearly died from the bad fumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*drank coffee (its a given)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fully realized just HOW stupid Inspector Gadget is, that guy is a Dum-Dum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*heard "backwater" by the Meat Puppets on my Izzy Stradlin and the JuJu Hounds station on Pandora, its been a while but i at least still remembered the words to the chorus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cooked a frozen lasagna and garlic bread and had it declared by D "the best food ever" doesnt say much for my real cooking, does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* had lunch with my sweetheart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*found some fruit snacks at Aldi that do not contain HFCS (yay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*made and posted some cute pot holders on my etsy shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*looked for some school pants for D, he is down to 2 pairs that fit and one that is too big on the waist. apparently 6 slim is not an "in demand" size .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*discovered that my legs REALLY need to see sun (or sunless tanner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats the exciting day i had here on the hilltop, totally random?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; yes, please.&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/1229985746554244184-7508477525569676468?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7508477525569676468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7508477525569676468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7508477525569676468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7508477525569676468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-of-nothing.html' title='more of nothing'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-988077147418518787</id><published>2011-02-10T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:17:20.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garth, that was a haiku.</title><content type='html'>my breakfast is this&lt;div&gt;cheese, chicken salad sandwich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;healthy with coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, when i could think of nothing to blog, you get a haiku about breakfast. sometimes i pass time by thinking of haikus about different things while im waiting, or while im driving, or while im working. i learned about haikus in second grade social studies: the Japan unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did an around the world event, where we moved from classroom to classroom, with the other 2 second grade classes, one was Japan and one was Norway (fittingly taught by Mrs. Knutsvig, no joke) i dont remember what the others were, could be because there was no food involved. in Japan we tried seaweed and in Norway, rice pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you all know something that i dont think ANYONE knew about me. Haiku composing is really fun, you should try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-988077147418518787?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/988077147418518787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=988077147418518787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/988077147418518787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/988077147418518787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/garth-that-was-haiku.html' title='Garth, that was a haiku.'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6821732753817307489</id><published>2011-02-07T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:12:26.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i stink</title><content type='html'>i really stink at blogging every day thing, dont i?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why, you ask? mostly time, that and content, i dont have much for content right now, its pretty boring around here. unless you want to hear a story about a little boy who loves The Incredibles so much that he has decided to turn our family into super heros, and he expects us all to wear our underwear on the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in addition he was very disappointed to find out from a local police officer that rocket boosters are not street legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6821732753817307489?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6821732753817307489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6821732753817307489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6821732753817307489'/><link rel='self' 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standing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WooHoo, go, ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, i know, my times coming right? i sure hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i added a couple of SUPER cute things to&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67354893/holly-pillow?fref=fb_itemlist"&gt; my Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;, i would keep them for myself but at my house, between my son and my cat, they would not stay pretty for long, and since theyre of the handmade variety, i got to name them! fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so go on over, and check out the Holly pillow (hi holly, bonus points if you can tell me why i named it after you) and the My Elle barettes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6882498385647629061?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/6882498385647629061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=6882498385647629061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6882498385647629061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/6882498385647629061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-sorry.html' title='uh, sorry'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-220650184825984648</id><published>2011-01-31T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:06:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monday=funday</title><content type='html'>the excitement today was Dominic getting sent home from school with 102 fever!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he says he feels fine just tired and says his legs hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also fun, tonight and tomorrow it is predicted that we will get an inch of ice. im thinking i should have bought that coffee press i saw last week at the coffee shop so when our power goes out im not left with no coffee (hello Circle K).&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/1229985746554244184-220650184825984648?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/220650184825984648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=220650184825984648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/220650184825984648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/220650184825984648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/01/excitement-today-was-dominic-getting.html' title='monday=funday'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7992162176117789954</id><published>2011-01-30T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:13:29.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not too much going on yesterday at our house, we stopped down at All Ways Pottery to pick up our pieces, Dominic made this coffee mug for me,  the other 2 sides have a picture on them as well, one has a cross, one has a picture of Yoda (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TUVf4TF_HtI/AAAAAAAABDA/fchlLzEEgxQ/s1600/d%2Bs%2Bcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TUVf4TF_HtI/AAAAAAAABDA/fchlLzEEgxQ/s400/d%2Bs%2Bcup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567961935116181202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the afternoon was spent relaxing at home, i reading on my new Kindle (yay) and eating my chocolate covered caramels with sea salt (we stopped at Cocoa Safari while we were downtown) Ken watching The Karate Kid and nerf fighting with D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today holds all the excitement i could ever hope for...a birthday party at the bowling alley, and lots of praying that dominic does not pick up the strep that had 8 of his classmates out of school last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i considered taking him to the movies instead of allowing him to go to the party....but i worry that not many will be able to come and the birthday boy will be disappointed. we will not however be eating birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7992162176117789954?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7992162176117789954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7992162176117789954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7992162176117789954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7992162176117789954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-too-much-going-on-yesterday-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TUVf4TF_HtI/AAAAAAAABDA/fchlLzEEgxQ/s72-c/d%2Bs%2Bcup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2668983351913593530</id><published>2011-01-29T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:25:45.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stepping up to the challenge?</title><content type='html'>3 of my favorite blogs to read belong to &lt;a href="http://dailyobservations.blogspot.com"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt; and her daughters &lt;a href="http://legaladdictivestimulants.blogspot.com"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://megkat.com"&gt;Megan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricia and Jessica have been posting everyday for the last month (i think its suppose to be for the year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started reading Tricias blog shortly after i started blogging she is funny, optimistic and crafty, not to mention loves fashion and coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hit it off in blogland fairly quickly and i learned that her MIL lives right across the river from me in carrollton KY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i immediately (hopefully not creepy weirdo-y) invited her over the next time she was in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she did visit her MIL we got together for coffee and shopping, the main hurdle in hanging with Tricia is you have to be chemical free-FREE..which doesnt sound too hard until you start freeing yourself from scented body wash, scented lotion, hair sprays, cosmetics, deodorant, even laundry soap and fabric softener so i had alot to learn about chemical sensitivities on that first meeting. over the last 2 years seeing Tricia when she visited and also meeting Megan and Jessica when i went to visit her last year for a real vacation, all 4 of us agree that its like we are all related and im the cousin that they rarely see but love and think about often, and they are my cousins that live in florida and extend an open invitation to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any way, i aspire to blog every day this month, just like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2668983351913593530?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/2668983351913593530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=2668983351913593530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2668983351913593530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/2668983351913593530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/01/stepping-up-to-challenge.html' title='stepping up to the challenge?'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7170004579695121682</id><published>2011-01-21T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:56:40.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im over it.</title><content type='html'>is it really that bad?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know but what i do know is im seeing and hearing alot of complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see alot to FB statuses that lament the despair of having to deal with snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how would we be able to relate to the line "Sin had left a crimson stain, he washed me white as snow" if we NEVER saw snow that blanketed everything in sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im hearing alot of complaints about the kids having to be in school until june? is this even worth your breath? really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they will go to school until june, its not going to hurt them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complaints of school basketball games cancelled, complaints of messy roads, of home bound children driving you crazy, of snow getting tracked in....the list goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i do want to admit that i have been guilty of a complaint or two in my day, then i want to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so thankful that my house is warm and dry, im so thankful that my tires are not bald, that my healthy intellegent son is bugging me to play with him, that i get to spend an extra 2 days of my time on the earth hanging out with this kid. im super thankful for Netflix instant viewing option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nothing to get your knickers in a twist over, my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just stop complaining and enjoy these days for what they are. &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/1229985746554244184-7170004579695121682?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7170004579695121682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=7170004579695121682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7170004579695121682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/7170004579695121682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-over-it.html' title='im over it.'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3758499113655197534</id><published>2011-01-19T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:42:11.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smarty pants?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder...am i a smarty pants? am i a know it all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like i just cant help offering solutions, if you have a problem, then i want a solution, especially if its something similar to an experience i have had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the past week i have offered solutions, mostly kid related to a handful of friends who seem to be seeking a tap in the direction of a solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have advised on food specifically healthy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have advised on sick babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have advised on school related issues (im still learning here, folks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have advised on difficult relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of my suggestions seem to be taken well, others seem to be rejected before they are out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my question...how do i decide whether the person wants my opinion, or just wants to vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to help when i can, but i dont want pepole to avoid me because im a miss know it all smarty pants.&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' 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pants?'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-4900843910902814836</id><published>2011-01-17T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:28:06.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday we visited First Baptist Church downtown and found it to be promising, the teaching was solid bible teaching, the kind that has you flipping all over the new testament.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people  (the ones we didnt know) welcomed us, but not in a weird accosting you with too much enthusiasm kind of way. Dominic liked kids church ( ken and i already knew the teacher) and as luck would have it, we got invited to the adult sunday school class' pot luck lunch where we were able to talk to the interum pastor and his wife, both of whom have a background in urban and innercity ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also we later learned that Dominic felt lead to give his heart to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ken asked him if he did that in Kids Church, dominic told him "no, it was while you and mommy were eating chicken with our new church family"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all it was a good experience and we will definitely be visiting again next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4900843910902814836?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-4041603899706750301</id><published>2011-01-13T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:20:38.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is back :)</title><content type='html'>had a couple of semi dark days there...whew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so glad for friendly encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken and i discussed which direction we need to be headed in and the pros and cons of a) continuing to go to Sojourn in Louisville for a few weeks or b) visiting some local churches so we can start connecting to some people in our area who are living on mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided that although Sojuorn is a comfortable place for us, and we know what to expect ,thats where our dear friends the kelleys and their grown kids go, and it would be a great place to rest for a while we would accomplish nothing by continuing to attend every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sojuorn will be a place where we can go if we are in between visiting local churches, but not where we go regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the goal is to find a local church where the teaching is solid, the leadership is biblical and the people are serving...tall order, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-4041603899706750301?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/4041603899706750301/comments/default' title='Post 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happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 2 years of pouring our life, energy and finances into our mission of taking the love of Christ downtown to the walnut street neighborhood by planting a church and serving the poor and broken we disbanded. it became apparent that we were spinning our wheels fruitlessly in the attempt to plant a church. we are  now looking for an existing church with a heart to reach the lost that we can become a part of. we have been enjoying attending Sojourn in Louisville, but we need somewhere in town, where we can invite people without expecting them to make an hour drive to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is a strange time here on the hilltop, we dont even know what a normal week is suppose to look like at this point. &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' 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should'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-3686667460190473166</id><published>2011-01-02T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:38:20.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ginger lemonade</title><content type='html'>Dominic was sick this week so i went to walmart and bought all the things you buy when someone is sick ...excpept ginger ale.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kid hates soda, he says its too spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so instead i bough a box of english breakfast tea, a lemon and a ginger root.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a relatively small ginger root.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesnt take much ginger root to make an acceptable ginger tea, so now i have a chunk of ginger root.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this being the very first time i have ever worked with a real ginger root, i decided to start experimenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i consulted google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mixed up a batch of minced ginger, the juice of one lemon and a big squirt of honey in my empty *tear* kombucha bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it sit overnight in the fridge then mixed it wit as much seltzer water as the bottle would hold, about 14 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i strained this through a coffee filter and chilled it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the results...YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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lemonade'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5803934231769113215</id><published>2010-12-31T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:24:04.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nice weather and a tale of a melted sleeping bag</title><content type='html'>the weather is gorgeous, it is currently 54 degrees in southern indiana...on december 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means i could hang out a comforter that i had to wash (sick kid).&lt;br /&gt;i do not like putting comforters in the dryer, call me crazy but i worry that they will catch on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 10 me and my brother each got a red sleeping bag for christmas. they were the first sleeping bags we ever got, mine was tan on the inside, David's was yellow.&lt;br /&gt;we slept on the floor in our new sleeping bags for a week.&lt;br /&gt;until.......&lt;br /&gt;new years eve, my moms and dads went out and david and i stayed home with my aunt pat. david got sick and the sleeping bag suffered the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into the washer and onward to the dryer the sleeping bag went. everything from here on is fuzzy but the end result is that the sleeping bag had a hole melted in it and no longer zipped up, it stayed that way for years,used as a blanket under the bed spread, im sure my mom has gotten rid of it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always think of the sleeping bag when i put a bulky comforter in the dryer. and i never leave the house while its in the dryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bag'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-7087159793449587556</id><published>2010-12-30T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:58:19.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>notebook sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday when i got home from work rachel (super babysitter) and D were sitting on the couch, eyes glued to rachels Acer Notebook. when she started packing up her stuff, i asked her "dont you have a sleeve for that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she didnt. i grabbed my yardstick, took some measurements and filed the numbers away in my brain for later use. last night while drifting off to sleep, i was already assembling the notebook sleeve in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TRzwgVD8urI/AAAAAAAABC4/OmoDwjcgTis/s1600/notebooksleeve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TRzwgVD8urI/AAAAAAAABC4/OmoDwjcgTis/s400/notebooksleeve1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556580478468537010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TRzwf7tls0I/AAAAAAAABCw/dU2nGWUVK6M/s1600/notebook%2Bsleeve2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TRzwf7tls0I/AAAAAAAABCw/dU2nGWUVK6M/s400/notebook%2Bsleeve2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556580471663866690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had an old nap mat from pre school just waiting to be repurposed into something useful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it became the foam padding i needed for the sleeve. it took me about 2 hours give or take to finish this project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and needless to say, i am very happy with the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-7087159793449587556?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/7087159793449587556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TRzwgVD8urI/AAAAAAAABC4/OmoDwjcgTis/s72-c/notebooksleeve1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-246805667769036018</id><published>2010-12-23T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:39:55.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>i love mary jane style shoes&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sometimes wipe my hands on my pants instead of getting a napkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate the texture of wet peanut butter left on the knife and soaking in the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only clothes i fold before putting away are my work tees and jeans, everything else i just cram in my drawers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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me'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-2959728375551804975</id><published>2010-12-20T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:17:15.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our pet spikey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night D and i were in the kitchen when i spied something moving near his foot, i pointed this out and D immediately jumped on to the nearest chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didnt look like the spiders i had seen around the house, so i grabbed a jar, trapped the spider under it and carefully slid a piece of paper under the jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i had him trapped securely in the jar D came over to look "aww, hes cute" says the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked what his name was and he was dubbed Spikey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TQ_-W5BsfwI/AAAAAAAABCk/ljfHCk38ZBg/s1600/spikey%2Band%2Bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TQ_-W5BsfwI/AAAAAAAABCk/ljfHCk38ZBg/s400/spikey%2Band%2Bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552936534789619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TQ_-WWvI1yI/AAAAAAAABCc/J2dPw_dOKfY/s1600/spikey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TQ_-WWvI1yI/AAAAAAAABCc/J2dPw_dOKfY/s400/spikey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552936525584979746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we kept spikey in the jar saturday, and fed him a few ants that i found on sunday, gave him a few drops of water but by this afternoon Spikey didnt seem too happy.&lt;div&gt;we relaesed Spike in the bushes outside the house. he ran away immediately, i hope he stays warm because now its snowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-2959728375551804975?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/TQ_-W5BsfwI/AAAAAAAABCk/ljfHCk38ZBg/s72-c/spikey%2Band%2Bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-8347076531192973640</id><published>2010-12-12T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T07:55:00.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nasty weather</title><content type='html'>well, it looks like im staying at moms for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got woke up at 6 to the sound of 40-50 mph gusts whipping around the corner of the house. i got out of bed and wandered down the hall where my dad was looking out the front door, my brother and niece were asleep on the couch. i looked out the big window in front and watched the wind blowing the powdery snow up into snow swirls and into drifts, across the road in front of the house. looking down the street the road looked like a sheet of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad i thought i was going to have to wait until its light out to make a decision about when to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's job as a service tech requires him to drive all over this side of the state. he told me even he hated driving in this kind of weather and thought it was too dangerous for me to drive. he also added that all the nasty weather was headed the same way i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we are staying for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8347076531192973640?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8347076531192973640/comments/default' title='Post 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day'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-6540786791577408683</id><published>2010-12-09T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:46:34.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more adventures in teaching</title><content type='html'>todays "break-out lesson" (yep, thats my new name for distractions) consisted of my mom bringing an un labeled can into the dining room where we were working on our math lesson and shaking it, then announcing that she had no idea what was in it, but that it had cost only a quarter (a story backed up by the big orange 25 cent sticker on the top). she proposed that we try to guess what was in it and then whatever was in it, use it to make supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was convinced before she even brought it in that it was some kind of cream soup. i shot that theory down pretty quickly by the slosh that it made when i shook it vigorously. dominic took it and shook it, turned it even sniffed it. then i decided we needed something to compare it to, so we dug through my moms cupboards shaking cans and comparing sizes of cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we determined by the sound (and the code TOMSC) that it must be tomato soup. then mom said "i dont really want tomato soup for dinner" and put it back in the cupboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-6540786791577408683?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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quite a bit more to do, 2 handwriting pages, front and back. a math paper front and back, 3 pages of reading and more peru.&lt;br /&gt;also many interruptions while he watched my mom taking food out of the freezer, re arranging the buffet and the like. we did todays lesson in our PJs and did our reading work with D on my lap. we worked reall hard on good formation of the lowercase f in cursive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3: wednesday, should have been the quickest and easiest day, 1 handwriting, 1number paper, and a maze about peru. it took way too long, an hour, why you ask? because we started a conversation about George Washington Carver, what he discovered, where he was educated and his personal religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;i now have him on a search of the house to find things that start with the letters P-e-r-and u. in addition to this learning time, we spent time balancing a pencil on our upper lip, trying to balance a pencil on one finger and discussing what the meaning was of the name Edward (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, its really easy to get off track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-8621658116462636543?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/8621658116462636543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229985746554244184&amp;postID=8621658116462636543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8621658116462636543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229985746554244184/posts/default/8621658116462636543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-week-of-teaching.html' title='my week of teaching'/><author><name>hilltopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950568097767977124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yqAWaIh9Vh8/SCNBgqRPKFI/AAAAAAAAABc/SQH6VhLtbI4/S220/goose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229985746554244184.post-5032709365604627933</id><published>2010-12-07T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:28:21.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>toy crazy (or how i felt convicted while writing my latest blog post)</title><content type='html'>my son is toy crazy. i understand this is a common problem at this time of year, but we really have never dealt with toy crazy to this extent. he wants everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in madison, indiana we have all of about 5 places to buy toys. the biggest and most visited being walmart, of course. the madison courier does not include ads from places we dont have locally, it consists of a CVS ad, a walgreens ad, and a penneys ad. we get a walmart ad in the mail once a week and since we dont have cable,, theres not much of an opportunity to have the young mind filled with the knowledge of everything there is to want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at my moms, in waterloo, iowa on friday afternoon. by friday night Dominic was already asking for pillow pets that he saw on the cartoon network. he has been asking for one for a while but its easy to say no and change the subject when the kid isnt reminded about it every 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;over the course of the weekend we got loads of ads in the paper, including the toys r us big book and the target toy book.&lt;br /&gt;i never realized that theres so much rubbish out there for toys. there are so many huge items that look awesome on christmas morning but where on earth are you going to store it when the awesomeness has worn off and that wrapping paper tube has come back as your kid's prized possession?&lt;br /&gt;i also have come to understand (but not embrace, mind you) how it is that adults can go so overboard on christmas. little eyes light up at the thought of millenium falcon lego sets (that never get assembled properly), a ride on plush dinosaur that really lumbers and roars (and runs out of battery power, thus no lumbering or roaring) or a full service mini hair and nail salon for toddlers (total cost after all accessories are bought, 130 dollars). we imagine our kid's face when they see this amazing toy and at the moment of purchase we deem it "all worth it". now you might disagree and it may be all worth it to you, but what i really strive for is something he will love, something he would notice if i sneaked it off to goodwill while he is at school.&lt;br /&gt;i do admit that the pouty face when i say "no" "youre not getting that" is a little sad, who wants to disappoint a kid at christmas but fortunately for me my budget is tight enough to not fall for the theatrics.&lt;br /&gt;the other thing that has been getting to me about toy craziness is that it would consume my son's thoughts if it were allowed to. i have to make a point at these teachable moments to bring up the fact that God gives us everything we need and ALOT of what we want. im also seeing how easy it is for the media to show us what we should have our focus on, and lets face it, it is in no way shape or form pleasing to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229985746554244184-5032709365604627933?l=lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonthehilltop.blogspot.com/feeds/5032709365604627933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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