<?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-8816500530270082340</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:59:23.666-06:00</updated><category term='cttc'/><category term='Jones'/><category term='texas'/><category term='try it'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='infestation'/><category term='body'/><category term='pets'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Mar'/><category term='fun'/><category term='boat'/><category term='Ripley&apos;s Find'/><category term='do-goodery'/><category term='health'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='kids'/><category term='meanwhiles'/><category term='humor'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Pearl Berries</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet, gem encrusted life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8684584683806141722</id><published>2011-07-15T13:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:53:47.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming Home</title><summary type='text'>I'm coming HomeTell the world I'm coming HomeI've got this song rolling around in my head, today, for obvious reasons. It is making me really thinky (the smoke alarms went off twice) and I feel I the need to get it out of my brain. An explanation for me and for anyone who cares.Our decision to leave our Home was probably the hardest we've ever made. And I am glad we did! Our time in San Antonio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8684584683806141722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8684584683806141722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8684584683806141722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming Home'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irQYI-kNBmI/TiCUkOF_AfI/AAAAAAAACTY/a6UakAygBoM/s72-c/IMG_1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-6679106674666720962</id><published>2011-04-11T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:46:30.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Examiner can Examine THIS!</title><summary type='text'>So, while poking around on Monster, I found a "job opportunity" involving writing for a website. They had an opening for Girl Gamer. Ooooh, pretty! So, I applied, got accepted and wrote my first article on the always lovable ToonTown. The first one had to be approved and I waited with bated breath but shouldn't have worried. My reviewer sent an email straight away saying I was published, good job</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/6679106674666720962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/04/examiner-can-examine-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6679106674666720962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6679106674666720962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/04/examiner-can-examine-this.html' title='The Examiner can Examine THIS!'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-2538110140358914731</id><published>2011-03-22T09:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:50:26.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rollin' with my Homie</title><summary type='text'>This weekend, Dustin and I split up with the kids and had dates with them. This isn't unusual but definitely special! Dustin and Jesse were going to spend the night at Dustin's parents' house and then play golf Saturday morning. Jesse was getting to drive the golf cart. This meant that I needed to bring my A-game to my date with Brea. We were competing with a GOLF CART, people!I think we do some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/2538110140358914731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/03/rollin-with-my-homie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2538110140358914731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2538110140358914731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/03/rollin-with-my-homie.html' title='Rollin&apos; with my Homie'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAT321qemxQ/TYi1B-saWkI/AAAAAAAACLI/lU5lenChCIU/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-3257668253087734852</id><published>2011-03-01T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:37:22.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland...?</title><summary type='text'>I had a realization while in the shower this morning. Am I the only one who gets her best ideas and thoughts in the bathroom? I often say, 'Let me go to the bathroom and think about it." And I return after a time, with an answer. ANYWAY. So I was thinking about how I am all flumpy lately. That would be a family term to describe the way I drag myself around the house without any true direction. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/3257668253087734852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/03/winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3257668253087734852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3257668253087734852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2011/03/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland...?'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8513795054842381224</id><published>2010-11-14T17:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:38:13.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place I Am</title><summary type='text'>This picture seems to capture the basics of what is going on in our neck of the, um, subdivision.Since kids grow like weeds, they get a new wardrobe every season (lucky!). While shopping, we came across Jesse's hat. He was smitten at first glance and I was feeling impracticable (as later evidenced in my buying sparkly silver shoes for Brea). We also found some super cheap doggie sweaters for our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8513795054842381224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8513795054842381224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8513795054842381224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-i-am.html' title='The Place I Am'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/TOB2kaYU2JI/AAAAAAAACIs/duLYvHdCYqM/s72-c/Chilling%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8762487947909602501</id><published>2010-06-13T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:19:24.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago Dustin and the kids were desperate for a trip to the river. I was feeling not-so-hot, so I went but just rested in the shade of a nearby tree. However, from my vintage point I could see most of the people coming, going and playing.I was humbled. Greatly. San Antonio has very strong family values (influenced by a 60% Hispanic population). Plus, they take full advantage of their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8762487947909602501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/06/perspective.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8762487947909602501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8762487947909602501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-6257737181078379507</id><published>2010-04-30T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:59:32.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ants Go Marching One by One</title><summary type='text'>Every time I walk into the bathroom it is a little surprising. You see, there are hundreds of dead bodies in my bathtub. The clean up alone is killer! (ba-dump)Seriously, a few weeks ago we had our house diagnosed with acrobat ants. And the bug person came out to take care of them. Now, I don't know why they are called "Acrobat Ants" but I am unimpressed. They seem to be a one trick pony and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/6257737181078379507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/04/ants-go-marching-one-by-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6257737181078379507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6257737181078379507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/04/ants-go-marching-one-by-one.html' title='The Ants Go Marching One by One'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-5975574412080443202</id><published>2010-03-30T00:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:07:53.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Happy Place I Live</title><summary type='text'>I am going to pretend that the lapse of writing these past (many) months didn't happen. Instead, I am going push through and continue. Especially since I still think in blog posts. It is a lot more rewarding to get those thoughts down than allow them to meander through the brain while you are supposed to be sleeping.So, yes, I am saying I hope my sleep improves. But I digress.Big changes in brief</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/5975574412080443202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-place-i-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/5975574412080443202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/5975574412080443202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-place-i-live.html' title='The Happy Place I Live'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-6673412329283646055</id><published>2009-09-10T10:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:50:55.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Bacon and Felines</title><summary type='text'>For anyone who follows my Twitter or Facebook updates, you are well aware of my recent obsession with bacon. If you didn't, well, um, now you know! So, about a year ago I realized I actually LIKE bacon! Before I really couldn't stand it. Often it is limp and chewy or over cooked and crunchy. I discovered baking the bacon (400 degrees, 9-10 minutes) and the joy that is crisp bacon. Neither limp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/6673412329283646055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/09/bacon-and-felines.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6673412329283646055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6673412329283646055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/09/bacon-and-felines.html' title='Bacon and Felines'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/Sqkgv9GJ9MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cEyRm43ezxI/s72-c/the+barista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8664327480642891906</id><published>2009-08-05T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:13:17.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanwhiles'/><title type='text'>Wook at da Widdle Bay-beeeeeeeee!</title><summary type='text'>This is a lame-o post but I could not help myself!!! Please just enjoy: I see you, holding up your finger to see how small it really is. Don't worry, we all did that!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8664327480642891906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/08/wook-at-da-widdle-bay-beeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8664327480642891906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8664327480642891906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/08/wook-at-da-widdle-bay-beeeeeeeee.html' title='Wook at da Widdle Bay-beeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/Sno79Zf0OSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5TBDR_lgq3Q/s72-c/tiny+turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-7826619479976322325</id><published>2009-07-25T12:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:18:53.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infestation'/><title type='text'>Good News!</title><summary type='text'>Aside from the fact that today is a Saturday, I don't have ANY PLANS WHATSOEVER and Dustin can't mow the lawn because the lawn mower is out of comission for the time, today is a good day because we don't have a mouse in this house anymore! w00t!We tried traps in the laundry room (the entry point) but, infuriatingly, I think the little bugger found shelter in the house and stopped using his old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/7826619479976322325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7826619479976322325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7826619479976322325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8335789405143612597</id><published>2009-07-24T09:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:59:47.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanwhiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>The right tools</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps this would have been a better approach when returning to my blog? Regardless, good fun had by all! An Ad Lib style lazy blog post generator!***************************************************************************************************************Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just had a cup of tea and realised I have not updated this since they invented sliced bread... You would not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8335789405143612597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-tools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8335789405143612597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8335789405143612597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-tools.html' title='The right tools'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-3286545904823358466</id><published>2009-07-20T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:25:30.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infestation'/><title type='text'>3 Months of Guilt</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in almost 3 months. That is a lot of needless guilt! The worst is that I THINK in blog posts! "OMG!! This would be so funny as a post! I could start out with the IV story and lead into the soup! HAHAHAHAHA!"And then I don't do a single thing.This is sort of an apology but mostly me just coming back. Proving to myself that I am not lazy.So, right now there is a mouse in my house. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/3286545904823358466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months-of-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3286545904823358466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3286545904823358466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months-of-guilt.html' title='3 Months of Guilt'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-742800713138049156</id><published>2009-05-04T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:13:15.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-goodery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Save Mar</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have a little Do Goodery for anyone who is interested! Dustin works with a guy named Mar. He is from the Philippians, went to school here in Arkansas and worked in New York (I am told) before returning to AR and joining the RockFish team. But now, America is not going to renew his work visa! This makes us all sad and we want to help!You can:1) Electronically sign a petition. http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/742800713138049156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-mar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/742800713138049156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/742800713138049156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-mar.html' title='Save Mar'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-2451961729169466862</id><published>2009-04-22T20:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:35:47.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cttc'/><title type='text'>A story of blog-love</title><summary type='text'>Something I have figured out is that as a blogger, I follow other's blogs. Often for inspiration but always because I am interested in the subject. Cupcakes Take the Cake is one of those blogs that I watch for both inspiration and because it is so, way cool. Cupcakes made in every shape, style and flavor AND they have addresses to the best bakeries in America. I am planning a trip to NYC based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/2451961729169466862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-blog-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2451961729169466862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2451961729169466862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-blog-love.html' title='A story of blog-love'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8519811676949677201</id><published>2009-04-20T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:56:06.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Going Upper (middle) Class</title><summary type='text'>We recently did the whole birthday hoopla. And with that, Dustin's parents came to visit. And with them came a boat. This isn't one of those fancy-pants boats that you show off to your friends while your butler brings you another martini. No, this is one of those boats that you get because you love water and can't afford one. And your in-laws really don't want it hanging around, anyway.It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8519811676949677201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-upper-middle-class.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8519811676949677201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8519811676949677201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-upper-middle-class.html' title='Going Upper (middle) Class'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/Se1CIMrkWhI/AAAAAAAAACM/VNHa5sMwNoA/s72-c/boat1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-1946781517729291661</id><published>2009-04-14T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:19:37.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanwhiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Throes of Death...by Embarrassment</title><summary type='text'>I live in an area with a LOT of old people. And I love old people. Though not so much driving behind them because I am usually late. But today, they killed me.My in-laws were here for the weekend and we had a really good time but I am pooped! They left this morning, I made pancakes and decreed it Pajama Day. So now, about 4 in the afternoon, an elderly couple comes to my door (up a 1/3 mile long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/1946781517729291661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/throes-of-deathby-embarrassment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1946781517729291661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1946781517729291661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/throes-of-deathby-embarrassment.html' title='The Throes of Death...by Embarrassment'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-6699847677100773977</id><published>2009-04-09T10:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:36:38.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripley&apos;s Find'/><title type='text'>Ripley's Find</title><summary type='text'>This is my dog Ripley. I haven't told you much about her because that is life. But she is an entertaining mutt and we plan to keep her around for the long haul.Ripley has this lovely (read: life threatening) habit of bringing things up on our front deck. Small children have been know to comment on the condition of our deck ("Messy!"). She clutters it with sticks, rocks and most importantly odd/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/6699847677100773977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/ripleys-find.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6699847677100773977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/6699847677100773977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/04/ripleys-find.html' title='Ripley&apos;s Find'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/Sd4SzH_IyXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2COIVdvaTs4/s72-c/ripley+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-3491127162219100851</id><published>2009-03-27T14:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:36:59.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Won't You Be My Neighbor?</title><summary type='text'>I have experienced a first today. The Sheriff came to my house. And he didn't do a cavity search!But really! The sheriff came up my (1/3 mile long) driveway to ask if we have seen anything in the past few days. Our neighbor was robbed sometime in the past 36 hours (they were out of town) and the Sheriff was looking for clues. He even wrote down my name, number and address! Though, really, he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/3491127162219100851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/wont-you-be-my-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3491127162219100851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3491127162219100851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/wont-you-be-my-neighbor.html' title='Won&apos;t You Be My Neighbor?'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-2897277283548467962</id><published>2009-03-18T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:37:24.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Another One about Cleaning</title><summary type='text'>One might think that I was obsessed with cleaning these days. And one would be right in that assumption! With the spring weather FINALLY showing up, I have been chomping at the bit to declutter (which is one of my shticks, so that you know). Saturday, I spent most of the afternoon hauling stuff out of cupboards, closets and bookshelves. There really isn't that much "stuff" but there was enough. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/2897277283548467962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-one-about-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2897277283548467962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2897277283548467962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-one-about-cleaning.html' title='Another One about Cleaning'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-5123633279210682499</id><published>2009-03-06T10:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:37:50.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Way to Clean</title><summary type='text'> Right now, there is a lot of people trying to find a good, cheap, natural way to clean. And using your kids is a great idea! I mean, why else would you have kids and raise them to be productive? Child Labor Law, schmild-schmabor-schaws.Really, I am all for the kids helping out around the house but if you are anything like me, you are such a control freak that the thought of your kids cleaning a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/5123633279210682499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-way-to-clean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/5123633279210682499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/5123633279210682499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-way-to-clean.html' title='The Perfect Way to Clean'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/SbFN-4K1pAI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y8sxPH1Q9LQ/s72-c/about+that+time' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-3630421579024687935</id><published>2009-03-05T15:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:38:15.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The one about zombies</title><summary type='text'>Friends, I want to apologize for a blatant disregard to my eating journal. I have been sick with bronchitis the past few weeks and to be honest, I stopped caring about what I eat. I also stopped being able to taste anything but that is beside the point.I didn't want to make a big deal out of being sick because I knew I would get better and the weather would get warmer and I would forget all about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/3630421579024687935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-about-zombies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3630421579024687935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3630421579024687935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-about-zombies.html' title='The one about zombies'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8708360218008243759</id><published>2009-02-26T13:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:38:51.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit of...</title><summary type='text'>I think that everyone, their dog and their grandma's dog has seen this video. The thing is that this guy is SO right! When we lost power recently, we were out of our house for 7 days. Thankfully we were able to stay at my parent's house and be safe. We were reminded of how very spoiled we are and it was a little embarrassing! We couldn't stay in the house because it was cold! And there was no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8708360218008243759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8708360218008243759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8708360218008243759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-of.html' title='The pursuit of...'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-7154331933496895052</id><published>2009-02-20T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:39:17.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One size fits all</title><summary type='text'>One year ago I was very sick and lost a ridiculous amount of weight, making me look like the undead. I lost so much muscle that I couldn't go grocery shopping and I began to change Brea's diapers on the floor so that I wouldn't have to lift her to the changing table. As time went on, I gained some weight and muscle mass but not in the way I would have liked. So, in November I began to go to an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/7154331933496895052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-size-fits-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7154331933496895052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7154331933496895052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-size-fits-all.html' title='One size fits all'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-3082817552637013477</id><published>2009-02-10T09:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:40:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Elimination</title><summary type='text'>My daughter, Brea, is going to be 3 in April. That is very close, you know. She and I do a "Mommy and Me" gymnastics class once a week, however, when she turns 3 she will be able to move up to the Big Girl Class. Where they begin to learn actual gymnastics stuff! The only clincher is that the kids have to be potty trained to attend. Huh. That is a problem since she refuses to do the potty thing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/3082817552637013477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/addicted-to-elimination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3082817552637013477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/3082817552637013477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/02/addicted-to-elimination.html' title='Addicted to Elimination'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-8703417635993864094</id><published>2009-01-21T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:40:28.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My hero</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas my in-laws gave us a Wii and the Fit. Also for Christmas, my parents gave us Guitar Hero World Tour, with 2 guitars. Their family (which still houses all four of my siblings, ages 7-20) received GHWT with all the bits. You know, microphone, drums and both guitars. Needless to say, it was one of the most fun Christmas days ever! My son, 7 years old, was unsure about the whole thing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/8703417635993864094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hero_21.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8703417635993864094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/8703417635993864094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hero_21.html' title='My hero'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-4311779569936042244</id><published>2009-01-12T21:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:40:58.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah.....</title><summary type='text'>My son got the hankering, after breakfast this morning, to draw a picture. See it says Nice But (because he is 7 and doesn't know it has two t's yet). This is his title. How classy! What is that? Why yes, in fact those ARE hairs!This is a very proud day for me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/4311779569936042244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/4311779569936042244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/4311779569936042244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah.....'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/SW_-BCWI1CI/AAAAAAAAABU/xodjim2trUE/s72-c/nice+but.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-2185411640347949900</id><published>2009-01-08T18:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:42:23.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Like being vaccinated but BETTER</title><summary type='text'>Ring Around the Rosyas sung by Brea (AKA Girl)Ring around the Rosya poppet dull da doseyRun around in a circle Everyone falls down!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/2185411640347949900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-being-vaccinated-but-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2185411640347949900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/2185411640347949900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-being-vaccinated-but-better.html' title='Like being vaccinated but BETTER'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-1865030728100763746</id><published>2009-01-06T13:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:44:52.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanwhiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>They are onto me</title><summary type='text'>My children know me all too well. Today my daughter clomped over to me, wearing an "evening" gown and clear, plastic dress up heels. She laid her head on my lap and begged for lunch. Poor starving girl! Of course I will feed you, child who ate less than 3 hours ago!The following is what occurred:Me (internal dialogue): Lunch, okay, to the fridge for the cheese..and...oh, hey! My white board is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/1865030728100763746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-onto-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1865030728100763746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1865030728100763746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-onto-me.html' title='They are onto me'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-1398592007459734330</id><published>2008-12-16T13:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:46:46.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Countering your Zen</title><summary type='text'>Several weeks ago I made a trip to World Gym, the only gym worth going to (in my area) if you are a mom, and signed myself right up! Several locations! Tanning! Classes! Pool! Kid's program! FREE CHILDCARE. And that is the best, right there. Seriously, I can make my way to the gym as many times a week as I like, leave the kids in good hands and exercise with other adults, tan and take a shower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/1398592007459734330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/countering-your-zen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1398592007459734330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1398592007459734330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/countering-your-zen.html' title='Countering your Zen'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-128428439553941005</id><published>2008-12-11T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:49:05.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Death by Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I have always loved Christmas. But then I was always the supporting role. The one who helped set up the tree and decorations and then helped take it down. Helped with cooking. Helped with eating. Helped with shopping and then wrapping.But not now. Now I am the mom and I am responsible for the family's Christmas Cheer. You would think that since my son is 7.5 years old that I would be used to this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/128428439553941005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-by-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/128428439553941005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/128428439553941005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-by-christmas.html' title='Death by Christmas'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-7821582996894919064</id><published>2008-12-08T20:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:50:52.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>After each meal....</title><summary type='text'>You know how when you were a kid you would go into the bathroom and suck the bubble gum flavored toothpaste off your toothbrush and call it done? I miss those days.When I was a teenager, I was an adamant 2+ a day brusher. No less and more if there was a social engagement. I stayed this way until I was preggers with #1. Then, every time I put that toothbrush in my mouth, I would gag my way through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/7821582996894919064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-each-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7821582996894919064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7821582996894919064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-each-meal.html' title='After each meal....'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-1250656958419245507</id><published>2008-12-07T21:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:53:49.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try it'/><title type='text'>Flow it, show it</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I moved to Northwest Arkansas, I have had the worst problems with dry skin. You would think that since I was born and raised in Las Vegas (an honest to goodness desert) a nice humid place like the Ozarks would be so refreshing. Like lotion in the air. Yet every winter my knuckles crack and bleed, my hands look like I am shedding my reptilian skin and my scalp goes itchy. The itchy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/1250656958419245507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/flow-it-show-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1250656958419245507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/1250656958419245507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/flow-it-show-it.html' title='Flow it, show it'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUW8qn03p-w/STyRZvvqtKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OiI5lGCwYXc/s72-c/desert+dunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816500530270082340.post-7462443413908079820</id><published>2008-12-05T14:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:11:19.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Castle of Now</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, there was a girl who found true love. And soon, as the song foretold (that K-I-S-S-I-N-G song), a baby was on the way. "Hmmm," she thought, "this isn't what I had planned, but sure! Let's do it!"What resulted from that baby (a strapping boy) can only be described as "Life". Because life has a way of getting in the way, if you look at it wrong. It has been 7.5 years since that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/feeds/7462443413908079820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/castle-of-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7462443413908079820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816500530270082340/posts/default/7462443413908079820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-berries.blogspot.com/2008/12/castle-of-now.html' title='The Castle of Now'/><author><name>Pearl Berries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541744811479292342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
