<?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-14733206</id><updated>2012-01-28T06:39:01.899-08:00</updated><category term='Honeymoon'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Mandie's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my diary. I use this diary to keep friends and family up-to-date with what Brian, Trent and I are doing. If anything fun or interesting happens, you can be sure to find a full account of it here. Feel free to post comments to any of my diary entries.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>496</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8365494115385526619</id><published>2010-03-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:18:41.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Stanley sits in on a gig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6uoG6RtJcI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/IW5J3iHXTRU/s1600/AustinStanley.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, Flat Stanley accompanied us to NXNW (North by Northwest), to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.soundofam.com/"&gt;Sound of A.M.&lt;/a&gt; (our friends Andrea and Mike). No visit to Austin, Texas is complete unless you see some live music, and fortunately, Stanley was invited to sit in on the gig and got to play and sing with the band!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6unrgOX7sI/AAAAAAAAHVI/qjhv1Vc4tQI/s1600/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6unrgOX7sI/AAAAAAAAHVI/qjhv1Vc4tQI/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636139688554178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the gig, Stanley was presented with his very own guitar and microphone:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6uoG6RtJcI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/IW5J3iHXTRU/s320/AustinStanley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636610538317250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley's visit is coming to an end here in Texas, and he's being shipped back to his friend Katelyn in Ohio tomorrow, but the advantage of being flat is that he can be photocopied, and that's exactly what he's done. He's now sending a copy of himself to Jolly Old England, for some more adventures with Trent's Nana and Grandad. So stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've enjoyed having Flat Stanley visit us, and wish him safe travels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8365494115385526619?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8365494115385526619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8365494115385526619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8365494115385526619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8365494115385526619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-stanley-sits-in-on-gig.html' title='Flat Stanley sits in on a gig!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6unrgOX7sI/AAAAAAAAHVI/qjhv1Vc4tQI/s72-c/IMG_2500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-588361380770953773</id><published>2010-03-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:08:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Stanley helps with yard work!</title><content type='html'>After a hard day of supervising my work, Flat Stanley helped make dinner, chicken with Stubb's BBQ Sauce (very Texan). After dinner, the whole family went out to the front garden to rake leaves. Stanley helped Trent bag the leaves while I raked them.&lt;div&gt;After that, we watched Dance a Lot Robot together, then took a bath. We ended the day with a sleepover in Trent's room. Stanley might have had a hard time sleeping because he misses his friend Katelyn, though ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6umeNZ8sEI/AAAAAAAAHVA/Vanyr7aPsrs/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6umeNZ8sEI/AAAAAAAAHVA/Vanyr7aPsrs/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452634811786899522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/14733206-588361380770953773?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/588361380770953773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=588361380770953773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/588361380770953773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/588361380770953773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-stanley-helps-with-yard-work.html' title='Flat Stanley helps with yard work!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6umeNZ8sEI/AAAAAAAAHVA/Vanyr7aPsrs/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4728372220141334162</id><published>2010-03-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:14:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Stanley's visit to Texas</title><content type='html'>We have a visitor. His name is Flat Stanley. Trent calls him "Stan Only", though, which cracks me up.&lt;div&gt;Flat Stanley belongs to Katelyn Randolph, who lives in Ohio, and is the daughter of my friend Phil. She's doing a Flat Stanley project for school and since I've never seen Flat Stanley, I offered to host him for a few days so Trent and I could have some fun with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he arrived, Trent immediately set to work taping (a copy of) him to another piece of paper with a gazillion pieces of tape. I guess he wanted to ensure he didn't get up and leave in the night ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since arriving in Texas, Stanley has gotten new boots, a hat, and a Texas Longhorns belt buckle to add to his already spiffy wardrobe, and he's been to see the State Capitol and Mount Bonnell.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6j2UJob8iI/AAAAAAAAHU4/T3wF9Jyqz5Q/s1600-h/Flat_stan_mount-bonnell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6j2UJob8iI/AAAAAAAAHU4/T3wF9Jyqz5Q/s320/Flat_stan_mount-bonnell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451878174975324706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6j2Hj2-jlI/AAAAAAAAHUw/3tHCbu9jWzI/s1600-h/Flat_Stan_TX_Capitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6j2Hj2-jlI/AAAAAAAAHUw/3tHCbu9jWzI/s320/Flat_Stan_TX_Capitol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451877958677335634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stanley has been helping me work this morning, and this evening he's going to help me make dinner and then will play with Trent in his play room. Right now, he's taking a nap. It's exhausting traveling via the US postal service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14733206-4728372220141334162?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4728372220141334162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4728372220141334162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4728372220141334162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4728372220141334162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-stanleys-visit-to-texas.html' title='Flat Stanley&apos;s visit to Texas'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/S6j2UJob8iI/AAAAAAAAHU4/T3wF9Jyqz5Q/s72-c/Flat_stan_mount-bonnell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7076193053997872379</id><published>2010-01-12T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:03:31.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good intentions</title><content type='html'>well, I did have good intentions of blogging daily about my family's visit over xmas. But I was too busy enjoying my time with them to actually follow through on that. So this will have to suffice. A quick update on how the 3 weeks of family visits went. In a nutshell, it was AWESOME! We didn't do any typical touristy stuff and discover Austin. No. We've done all that before. We just spent time. We shopped for xmas, we ate dinners, we relaxed. But we didn't forgo all of the Austin traditions - we ate Salt Lick with Mike, Tara, Barbie and Jett. Soooo good. &lt;div&gt;Mum and dad spent the first week, then Daz &amp;amp; Mel &amp;amp; Louise arrived for a one week overlap. It was a full house! But everyone seemed comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trent insisted on calling Louise "HelLouise". We don't really know where he got that from, but it lasted the entire visit, even though we corrected him. We rented a minivan (kudos to Brian for the ridiculous deal he got), and packed everyone and all our gifts into the van, and made the 3 our trek to Houston for the Bauman xmas extravaganza.  We followed some of the usual Bauman traditions and injected some of our own, though we got a sense that we were being graciously tolerated. As with any family gathering, though, there's always a few raised eyebrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived back in Austin grateful to be in one piece after a near miss on the highway. Mum and dad went home a couple of days after xmas and Daz &amp;amp; Mel accompanied me down town on new year's eve for a very fun evening with Michelle and the boys of Suede (and some crazy bitch watching).  Brian volunteered to stay home with the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remainder of our time was spent shopping, hanging out, playing with the kids, drinking Bailey's on ice, cooking great food, and eating entirely too much including another visit to Salt Lick at Mel's request - even though we had it only a week before, it was still BBQ Nirvana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so sad when everyone left. I miss my family. I wish they were closer. But I am so grateful that they love me enough to make the long trek over here :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7076193053997872379?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7076193053997872379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7076193053997872379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7076193053997872379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7076193053997872379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-intentions.html' title='good intentions'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3100894604948882724</id><published>2009-12-23T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:10:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas2009: Day 10</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been an eventful week. Trent became a perfect little angel after I put him back into his routine. Daz and Mel arrived on Monday evening after a few delays in Dulles. They were exhausted but happy to be here. We spent the past couple of days shopping for xmas and picking up last minute supplies for xmas day dinner - which will consist of roast lamb, yorkies, mint sauce, a variety of veggies, gravy, and a trifle for dessert! So can't wait to eat all that.  I'm declaring us officially ready for xmas. Lucky too, because tomorrow is xmas eve! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry xmas, y'all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3100894604948882724?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3100894604948882724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3100894604948882724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3100894604948882724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3100894604948882724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas2009-day-10.html' title='Xmas2009: Day 10'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5516734026655149420</id><published>2009-12-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:21:53.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas2009: Day 3</title><content type='html'>day 3 greeted me with yet another cranky toddler who wouldn't take his meds. This morning Trent promised he would take his meds after I gave him a treat, then he refused his meds. I had a flash forward into my day (imagining it to be similar to the previous one) and completely lost it. In what seemed like a blur of motion, I changed him, threw on my clothes, called his daycare and cancelled his holiday time, and drove him in to daycare to dump him off.  I ain't spending my holiday pandering to a whiny little tyrant with an inflated sense of self-importance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all fairness, he was most likely acting out because I broke his routine and he's bored and doesn't know how to express himself other than to be defiant, push my buttons, and whine constantly. I think putting him back into his usual routine is best for everyone. Sure, mum and dad are probably disappointed that they don't get to spend as much time with him, but I could tell they weren't enjoying being around him, either, because he was stressing me out so badly. I feel like a bad mother and a complete amateur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I dropped Trent off, I spent the day hanging with my parents in peace. Did a little xmas shopping, and cooled my jets a bit. When we picked him up he was so much more pleasant, but that only lasted about an hour, then he was back to pushing buttons and making my life hell. I'm so very disappointed in both Trent and myself. Him for choosing this time to act out, and me for letting it get to me. &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/14733206-5516734026655149420?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5516734026655149420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5516734026655149420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5516734026655149420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5516734026655149420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas2009-day-3.html' title='Xmas2009: Day 3'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8202225221142729724</id><published>2009-12-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:20:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas2009: Day 2</title><content type='html'>well today was a little rough. Trent was extremely strong wiled today. He had very definite ideas about what he wanted to be doing and we ended up having a time out in his room where he screamed for 15 minutes while balancing on the top rail of his crib demanding to get out. But he never made it out. After a stand-off he decided to be a good boy for the rest of the day, but he'd already burned through my fuse.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to the mall and Trent got a look at Santa. He wouldn't sit on his lap, though. Maybe next year. Mum made a funny observation, though: We spend all our lives teaching our kids to not talk to strangers, then at Xmas it all goes out the window as we force our kids, crying, onto some stranger's lap under the guise of Santa.  &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/14733206-8202225221142729724?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8202225221142729724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8202225221142729724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8202225221142729724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8202225221142729724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas2009-day-2.html' title='Xmas2009: Day 2'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6747589729061495808</id><published>2009-12-14T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:19:49.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas2009: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Mum and dad arrived around 7pm last night. I picked them up and to the first order of business: Papasitos fajitas. YUM!  followed by a nice cup of tea @ home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we went and did some xmas shopping: Koh's, Old Navy, Toys R Us, followed by a trip to the grocery store to stock up on necessities for lunch/dinners, etc. When Trent took a nap I went out for a much needed run. I did about 3.5 miles or so and was relieved to find that, despite my recent laziness, I hadn't lost any of my running stamina. After Trent's nap he took nana and grandad to the park for an hour, which gave me time to do a little work and catch up with emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and Kev went out this evening, which presented the perfect opportunity for my favourite food: Fish and vegetables. I made a delicious salmon with broccoli, corn, and Jasmine rice. Then after dinner we went upstairs and played with Trent until bed time. Trent loved making "waffles" with play doh using his toy saw to make a pattern in the "pancakes" I made him, and he played drums for nana and grandad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a great day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trent was the perfect little boy today. Only a couple of tiny whining episodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6747589729061495808?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6747589729061495808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6747589729061495808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6747589729061495808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6747589729061495808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas2009-day-1.html' title='Xmas2009: Day 1'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7544621224895810244</id><published>2009-12-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:50:41.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Rock U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkMOgkvefcQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkMOgkvefcQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3188425820607162441?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3188425820607162441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3188425820607162441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3188425820607162441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3188425820607162441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-trenttube.html' title='More TrentTube!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4665920407982512203</id><published>2009-11-24T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:57:11.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postponing the inevitable</title><content type='html'>well, I'm gonna be out of town for my birthday this year. Away from my family and friends. Initially I wasn't fond of the idea, but I've been saying for years how I wish my birthday was in the middle of the year instead of in January, right after the holidays. So I think I should take advantage of this opportunity and move my birthday to May or June.  I'll celebrate my half birthday, instead :-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's great news for all of you who were thinking of showering me with expensive presents. Now you'll have an extra few months to save up! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4665920407982512203?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4665920407982512203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4665920407982512203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4665920407982512203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4665920407982512203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/11/postponing-inevitable.html' title='postponing the inevitable'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6433564356846232686</id><published>2009-11-18T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:27:39.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy camper</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we took Trent on his very first camping trip. We went with our friends, Bryan and Danielle, who have two young children (4 and 21 months), both of whom also go to Trent's daycare.  There were also two other couples, each with 2 kids. So a total of 7 children at our camp site! what a zoo!  (wine helped me not freak out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent was very well behaved, though with a lake and a fire pit to worry about, we had to have eyes up our arse to keep track of him. The other kids had fishing poles, and Trent was very excited to use them, but children aren't always the best at sharing so we bought him his own. He was so excited! obsessed even. He did, however, relinquish the fishing pole long enough for Sophie to play with it. What a nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Danielle are pros at camping and there were two shifts for dinner. One for the kids who ate beans and hotdogs, then a later dinner of extremely gourmet burgers for the adults.  We set up a movie in one of the tents and the kids all settled in to watch, excpet Trent, who insisted on getting in and out of the tent to give us hugs every 2 minutes. But it was very cute. When the kids' bed time rolled around, everyone had little issues of their own to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;I put Trent in his car seat in the car and read a story to him and he fell asleep like a little angel. Then when I transitioned him to the tent he freaked out. 20 minutes of "I wanna get out!" at the top of his lungs, then he passed out. I felt bad because everyone was trying to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early hours of the morning, I heard some of the other kids having their little "moments" as well, so I actually felt a little better about Trent's peace-disturbing outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all slept on a blow up bed int he Tent, even though it was queen sized and even though Trent isn't that big, he still managed to take up the most room. And of course the thing had a slow leak so by morning it was almost completely deflated. I didn't sleep at all, and I could tell that Trent's sleep wasn't great quality. Brian seemed to have passed out nicely though.  Must be a man thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised and happy at the success of our first toddler camping trip, but our celebrating ended abruptly as Trent threw is first of many tantrums of the day.  The disruption in his sleep caused him to be a holy terror for most of Sunday. But we cut him some slack because he had a legitimate excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in hindsight, I'm glad we went. While it was a lot of work to keep an eye on the little guy, it was a good experience for all of us, and Bryan and Danielle made it easy for us, which we so appreciated! We made some new friends, which is aways a plus. And now Trent knows what to expect the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6433564356846232686?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6433564356846232686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6433564356846232686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6433564356846232686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6433564356846232686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-camper.html' title='Happy camper'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7366199724012051077</id><published>2009-11-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:21:03.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming!</title><content type='html'>This year I'm really excited for xmas. So much so that I have even opened up to the possibility of having a tree (not a real one). Certainly enough to at least deck the halls. Why? Because my family is coming, and Trent is old enough to understand what all of it means. Last year he was so helpful in passing out presents and we were so proud of him. This year I can only imagine how much fun it will be for him. Even more fun is the fact that he will have his cousin Louise to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we attempted to get a head start on xmas shopping. We have good indentions of doing it way early to avoid that mad-dash last minute. So we went to the outlet malls in Round Rock, but sadly, only came home with a few small stocking stuffers and some PJs for Trent. I'm sure it'll all come together. I find the best presents when I'm not actually looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing about this xmas is that we will be featuring some traditional English food on xmas day. Not specifically xmas food, but things like roast lamb and mint sauce, yorkshire puddings and gravy (yes, I know you traditionally eat that with beef but I don't care), ginger and pear trifle, and of course we plan to set a christmas pudding on fire!  In addition to that, everyone will be required to participate in the wearing of the paper hat from the christmas crackers.  I predict the evening will end with a farting contest between Daz and my dad ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7366199724012051077?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7366199724012051077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7366199724012051077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7366199724012051077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7366199724012051077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1941989337301517439</id><published>2009-10-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:27:09.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapping into the inner psycho</title><content type='html'>Last night I caught a rare glimpse of my inner psycho. I was at a Suede concert and the usual craziness on the dance floor had commenced. A Bon Jovi number always riles up the crowd. I'm used to it, I can hold my own and not get pushed around. I usually just ignore rude people trying to displace me from my "spot" up front with the girls. But last night this random guy and his "friend" pushed me over the edge. First, she stepped on my toe with a stiletto heel. FREAKING OUCH! drew blood, damn near impaled me. It felt like someone tried to drive a 6 inch nail through my foot. Now I know how Jesus felt!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the guy is trying to high-five Robert (who is completely ignoring him), and in the process elbowing me in the head and shoving his armpit in my face. After about the 6th blow to the head I lost it. Completely lost it.  So during his final elbow blow to my head, I threw an elbow into his kidney, pushed him out of my way, then I got in his face and proceeded to scream at him, at the top of my lungs that if he so much as knocked me one more time I would go medieval on his ass! (a few choice swear words thown in for good measure).  He tried to deny that it was him, but seeing that I was over the edge he wisely backed away and gave me some space while I lectured him on how the dance floor was for everyone and you just don't treat people around you like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as quickly as the psycho came out, she was back in her cage and I was once again shaking my booty on the dance floor.  Yea. I'm a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1941989337301517439?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1941989337301517439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1941989337301517439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1941989337301517439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1941989337301517439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/10/tapping-into-inner-psycho.html' title='Tapping into the inner psycho'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4796529733897155124</id><published>2009-10-13T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:18:53.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>Just stopping in to my blog for a quick update. Nothing specific to report but it's been a while and I figured it was time for a life update. &lt;br /&gt;Work's going well for both me and Brian. Brian has a new assignment that he's very happy about. I'm so busy that last week I spent half a day on Friday analyzing my current work flow and habits in the hopes of finding a more efficient/effective way to manage my time and my tasks. Some of the measures I've taken are working, others have fallen off after only a few attempts. But I'm making improvements and moving forward, and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I have so much to do and so much on my mind that I find myself frozen, trying to figure out which task to tackle first. But despite my inefficiencies and the feeling of being overwhelmed, I've always managed to keep a positive outlook, and I'm really good at leaving my work at work when it's time for family time. A couple of weeks ago a colleague from my previous dept. pinged me to ask how I keep such a good attitude when everything around us is going to shit. It was someone I have quite a lot of respect for, so I was very flattered that he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In home life things are good. Brian and I are amazed every day at how intelligent and sweet Trent is.  We were playing upstairs the other day and Trent counted all the way to 17 on his own. We are so proud of our little guy. His teachers are constantly telling us how sweet Trent is, and what a huge vocabulary he has, and how well adjusted he is for a child of his age. I wonder how many other parents they say that to, like, are they just making us feel good? but deep down I want to believe that my kid is smarter than his peers. So what? I'm a mother. Y'all don't judge till you've walked a mile in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family visit countdown: 2 months today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4796529733897155124?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4796529733897155124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4796529733897155124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4796529733897155124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4796529733897155124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4434067223744494783</id><published>2009-09-29T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:18:28.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future American Idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlUVTIsG-L4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlUVTIsG-L4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b75RNUUUIzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b75RNUUUIzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4434067223744494783?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4434067223744494783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4434067223744494783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4434067223744494783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4434067223744494783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-american-idol.html' title='Future American Idol?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7429488504230298424</id><published>2009-09-18T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:13:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework assignment</title><content type='html'>Trent got his first homework assignment this week... well, when I say Trent, I really mean me. The assignment is to make a simple photographic family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian said that one "over achiever parent" had already turned theirs in. And I found myself questioning what theirs looked like so I could ensure that ours is better!!! WTF? it's a 2 year old's homework project! When did I become competitive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Brian rubbing off on me, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what "Trent" came up with ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SrRLqlV7-ZI/AAAAAAAAG_0/gBbmMjIrI3w/s1600-h/TrentsFirstHomework.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SrRLqlV7-ZI/AAAAAAAAG_0/gBbmMjIrI3w/s400/TrentsFirstHomework.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383010649565297042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7429488504230298424?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7429488504230298424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7429488504230298424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7429488504230298424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7429488504230298424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/09/homework-assignment.html' title='Homework assignment'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SrRLqlV7-ZI/AAAAAAAAG_0/gBbmMjIrI3w/s72-c/TrentsFirstHomework.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6659825057361538629</id><published>2009-09-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:30:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss it better</title><content type='html'>Whenever Trent gets hurt, I always offer to kiss it better. Most of the time it works, too. I say "mummy kiss it better?" and he sobs "yeees". Then I say "is that better?" and he says "yeees - thankooomummy".   Today, I opened the freezer to put something away and a frozen chicken breast attacked my by landing on my foot! Why is it that frozen stuff always lands right on your big toe? why does it hurt SOOOO bad??? And why does it make me swear so much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there like a very pissed off flamingo on one foot, holding in all of the swear words that were rising to the surface like hot lava from a volcano, Trent came over and bent down and said "Trent kiss it better mummy!" and he kissed it. Then he got Bear to kiss it, too. And as I marvelled at how very sweet my little man is, do you know what happened? My toe stopped hurting.  Moments like those are what makes it all seem worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6659825057361538629?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6659825057361538629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6659825057361538629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6659825057361538629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6659825057361538629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-it-better.html' title='Kiss it better'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6453379389679526819</id><published>2009-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:00:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TrentTube!</title><content type='html'>Trent's got his own youtube channel now: http://www.youtube.com/user/keylimeypie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his "wee daddy" video. It's pretty cute right up until he smacks his face on the drum set at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWPXvk5YzV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bWPXvk5YzV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6453379389679526819?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6453379389679526819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6453379389679526819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6453379389679526819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6453379389679526819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/trenttube.html' title='TrentTube!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4869003640577617013</id><published>2009-08-31T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:42:16.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to call your grandparents, by Trent</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;Trent cracked us up when he randomly picked up the phone and had a pretend conversation with Grandap. We couldn't resist recording it! &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_nhDJqBE9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_nhDJqBE9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4869003640577617013?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4869003640577617013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4869003640577617013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4869003640577617013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4869003640577617013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='How to call your grandparents, by Trent'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4167658933968427977</id><published>2009-08-31T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:04:14.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can barely contain the excitement!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this xmas is going to be the xmas to beat all past and future xmases. Why? Because not only are my parents coming, which is, in itself, reason to celebrate, but also my BFF, Darryl, his awesome wife, Mel (like a sister to me) and his very cute daughter, Louise, are also coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely stand to wait until December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is that they will eventually all have to go home. But let's not focus on that. Let's instead focus on how freaking awesome it's gonna be to have everyone together for xmas for the first time EVER since I moved to the USA.  I usually hate xmas. I normally get the blues around xmas time because my family is so far away. Don't get me wrong - my Texas family are awesome and they really, really try hard to make me feel at home and go along with all the English traditions like the silly xmas crackers and party hats... and I love them dearly for this... but nothing --I MEAN NOTHING -- can compensate for having your own family around during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4167658933968427977?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4167658933968427977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4167658933968427977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4167658933968427977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4167658933968427977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-barely-contain-excitement.html' title='Can barely contain the excitement!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7131042095246293133</id><published>2009-08-21T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:38:00.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a graduate in the family!</title><content type='html'>Trent graduated from the 2 year olds classroom today! They had a little graduation party, which the parents were allowed to attend, but which I decided not to because it would upset Trent for me to show up, then leave again. Instead I settled for watching him on the web cam. They had special treats to eat and it looked like they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Trent will be in his new classroom, the "3 year olds" class. What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, this is where potty training begins! He's already using the toilet at home but it's quite intermittent and most of the time he poops then tells us he needs to use the potty. So that being said, the recommendation is that we do not use diapers anymore. They claim that 2 weeks is all they need to get them trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I both raised an eyebrow when this news was given to us. But I think we've concluded, after a little worrying that he's not ready, that if they say they can do it, we'll give it a shot, follow the recommendations, and look at this as a wonderful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this classroom, Trent will also work on communication. This is where his vocabulary will really take off. Many people have commented to us how great Trent's vocabulary already is. I cracked up the other day when Trent corrected me. He said "Actually 2 mummy" when I pointed something out to him and used the singular.  The fact that he knows what "actually" means cracks me up. He uses the word all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to a new chapter in Trent's life. What adventures we will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7131042095246293133?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131042095246293133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7131042095246293133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7131042095246293133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7131042095246293133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-graduate-in-family.html' title='We have a graduate in the family!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6249467726109586097</id><published>2009-08-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:34:22.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom redo part 2</title><content type='html'>The bathroom is finished! Here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repaired and repainted the walls "Soothing Green Tea"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Installed a new light fixture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Installed decorative shelves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Installed the new sink and cabinet, which consisted of the following steps: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mount faucet to granite counter top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attach sink to counter top using provided hardware&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call sink manufacturer for better instructions on how to connect the damn thing to the drain pipe. Sent them pictures via email. Waited for them to respond. No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figured out a way to connect it myself by using the parts from old sink and one new $2 piece from Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tighten all the connections (Sink to counter, faucet hoses to water supply, drain to wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attach granite counter top to the cabinet using silicone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All done. We now have a fully functioning and beautiful sink:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/So2I_q7vkuI/AAAAAAAAG0A/fwnvjipFpyY/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/So2I_q7vkuI/AAAAAAAAG0A/fwnvjipFpyY/s200/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100557960876770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6249467726109586097?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6249467726109586097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6249467726109586097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6249467726109586097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6249467726109586097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bathroom-redo-part-2.html' title='Bathroom redo part 2'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/So2I_q7vkuI/AAAAAAAAG0A/fwnvjipFpyY/s72-c/DSC_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4856864340946817694</id><published>2009-08-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:41:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom redo part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, the ugly sink is out! It was a multi-part task that Brian and I shared. I got it un-stuck from the wall and floor and shut off the water supply, then Brian disconnected the hoses (a nasty job) and did the heavy lifting. What a man! (all without me asking him to).&lt;br /&gt;The floor tile under the sink is intact so no floor fixing to be done. YAY! The wall where the sink was connected needs a minor patch and some texturizing to match the rest of the wall. I think we've picked a colour. It's called "Soothing Green Tea". It's kinda light greenish yellow. I hope it won't overwhelm the bathroom. I thought it might lend itself well to the somewhat asian style cabinet that I'm installing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some before and in-progress pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Solq2AR9PFI/AAAAAAAAGzo/2VsfT5Qlu-o/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Solq2AR9PFI/AAAAAAAAGzo/2VsfT5Qlu-o/s200/DSC_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370941506636823634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before: Note the ugly light fixture, the hideous scalloped sink, and the fact that the sink isn't even the same colour as the toilet! Also notice the very ugly colour on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SolrRnINmEI/AAAAAAAAGzw/bfz3NHylzPc/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SolrRnINmEI/AAAAAAAAGzw/bfz3NHylzPc/s200/DSC_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370941980921403458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sink has been removed and I made a unsuccessful attempt at texturizing over the spot where the sink was attached. It didn't look good and the stuff I was using didn't work properly so I wiped it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Solr0X0KQtI/AAAAAAAAGz4/vlfPf_3zgNo/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Solr0X0KQtI/AAAAAAAAGz4/vlfPf_3zgNo/s200/DSC_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370942578106188498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the colour I am thinking of painting the walls. Imagine it with black furniture/mirror and brushed nickel light and towel holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4856864340946817694?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4856864340946817694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4856864340946817694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4856864340946817694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4856864340946817694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bathroom-redo-part-1.html' title='Bathroom redo part 1'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Solq2AR9PFI/AAAAAAAAGzo/2VsfT5Qlu-o/s72-c/DSC_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7385826876389481519</id><published>2009-08-12T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:39:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty in style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.windbaysupply.com/Images/vanity/FS198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.windbaysupply.com/Images/vanity/FS198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally did it! Talked Brian into letting me buy a new bathroom sink! I've never liked the downstairs bathroom. The colour looks like poop and the scalloped sink is SOOO 1980's. It doesn't even match the toilet. The sink is off-white and the toilet is white. So for 2 years I've been whining about how I hate the sink. I found a great deal on Ebay and the exact one that I want.  The image shown has a white marble top, but ours has black granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of things to do to prepare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove the current sink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repair any wall or floor issues - I'm not sure if the tile under the sink pedestal is a complete tile and I don't know how the sink is attached to the wall, so it might need a patch to the wall texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint the bathroom - as I mentioned, it's shit brown right now. Not a colour one should associate with a bathroom. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install the new sink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install new light fixture - It currently has those ugly circus mirror globe bulbs. Whoever thought that was a good look for a bathroom should be shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, install a new TP and towel holder.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I imagine if Brian's reading this he's rolling his eyes and flapping his hands because when I asked for a new sink, I failed to mention all the other things that would go along with it. Apparently, Brian was under the impression that I'd just swap out the sinks and that'd be it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he even knew me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7385826876389481519?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7385826876389481519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7385826876389481519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7385826876389481519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7385826876389481519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/potty-in-style.html' title='Potty in style'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1659168104078447776</id><published>2009-08-10T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:19:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with the little sicko</title><content type='html'>I'm always so amazed at Trent's ability to behave completely normally and go about his business like nothing's wrong when he's sick. I have this trait, as does my mother, and I had always assumed it was a learned trait. But Trent hasn't had the time to learn this. I now wonder if we're genetically coded to either be tough or be a hypochondriac (ok, fine, there might be a few stops in the middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent woke up on Saturday morning with a low-grade fever and a barking cough. It sounded and acted like croup. But he was his usual mischievous, energetic self. We did some normal weekend activities, such as a run on Saturday morning, followed by playing in the sand pit and splash park at Brushy Creek, and a trip to the grocery store.  On Sunday we spent time at the pool, went to the book store where we got some ridiculously good deals on books for Trent, and picked up some big boy underpants for Trent and some other things at Wal-Mart on the way home (more details on the big-boy underpants later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Trent's barking cough has turned into more of a hacking cough, and we took him to the doctor. It sounded like we thought - started off as a croup type cough, but turned into an infection and now he has a bunch of green stuff draining down his throat from his sinuses. Poor kid. We have some antibiotics and some breathing treatments to administer for the next couple of weeks. Of course, nebulizing a 2 year old is no small task. We tried it today and realized that we need to actually try to steath-administer while he's sleeping. Not an easy task since the nebulizer sounds like a mack truck idling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept Trent home today since he still had a bit of a fever yesterday and we want to ensure he's not contagious before sending him back to daycare. We also want to make sure he's comfortable, too.  It's easy to work with a sick kid when the kid actually behaves like he's sick. At least that's what I've been told by those who know. I wouldn't know since my kid has never acted sick a day in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1659168104078447776?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1659168104078447776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1659168104078447776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1659168104078447776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1659168104078447776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-with-little-sicko.html' title='fun with the little sicko'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-864518807213739961</id><published>2009-08-06T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:42:08.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO delicious!</title><content type='html'>I got inspired to make this by Andi, who made something similar for girl's night last week. I couldn't remember all that was in it, so I made up my own. It's FREAKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;1 large mango&lt;br /&gt;cherry tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 red onion&lt;br /&gt;fresh basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;2 avocados&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;juice from 1 whole lime&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chop all the fruit/veggies up into small cubes and throw it in a bowl. Rip up the basil leaves and throw those in. Gently stir it up to get it all mixed. Then drizzle in the olive oil, add garlic salt and pepper, add lime juice. Gently toss it around to get everything coated/mixed.&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see adding a can of some black beans to it and using it as a side with grilled chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-864518807213739961?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/864518807213739961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=864518807213739961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/864518807213739961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/864518807213739961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-delicious.html' title='SO delicious!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5005063575759377983</id><published>2009-08-04T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:30:43.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>following through</title><content type='html'>Last night Trent learned the lesson that follow through is good for some things, like your golf swing,  or your promises, but not good when farting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how that lesson went:&lt;br /&gt;We were in the bathtub. Trent's recently been quite adamant that he wasn't taking a bath, and I'd resorted to bathing him in the kiddie pool in the back yard, redneck style. But we can't do this in the winter, so I needed to take steps to correct the problem.&lt;br /&gt;I bought him some tub crayons. The kind that float and that you can draw on the tile and tub and it washes right off with water. He loves them, and this does get him into the tub now, but of course, he won't sit down, so I have to sit on the edge of the tub with my feet in the water, and wash him that way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're drawing on the walls and Trent farted. Then he cracked up. Then I said "got anymore?" and he pushed one out and let out a HUGE belly laugh. We both fell about laughing. Then he kept doing it. Having just learned to fart on demand he wanted to test out his new found skill to the max.&lt;br /&gt;One after another after another, and we laughed so hard. Then I saw his face turn red as he pushed another one out. And I asked "are you pooping??" to which he replied "no". Then all of a sudden we both hear this "SLOOSH!" and Trent goes "Uh oh. Poop".  At which point we evacuated the tub.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was putting Trent to bed, he reminded me of the lesson he learned by warning me "Don't poop in the tub, mummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5005063575759377983?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5005063575759377983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5005063575759377983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5005063575759377983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5005063575759377983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/08/following-through.html' title='following through'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1747676660921227693</id><published>2009-07-27T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:37:35.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>showboating in the pool</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after all of our water fun in the back yard, Trent asked to go play in the pool. When we got there, there were 2 teenage girls in the water and Trent wanted to go over and see what they were doing. When we got there he started to laugh a lot and kept jumping off the side of the pool (into my arms) and checking to see if they were watching him. He was completely showing off for the ladies. They were cracking up and so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent is really starting to love the pool and is starting to understand the concept of swimming, although he's not ready to actually try it yet. I need to get him a floaty bathing suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1747676660921227693?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1747676660921227693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1747676660921227693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1747676660921227693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1747676660921227693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/07/showboating-in-pool.html' title='showboating in the pool'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-600673925112832811</id><published>2009-07-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:42:40.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vXIhz2I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/J_fzzvH5FFc/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vXIhz2I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/J_fzzvH5FFc/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vpyIb5I/AAAAAAAAGyY/-jJKjAy1QLw/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vpyIb5I/AAAAAAAAGyY/-jJKjAy1QLw/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Today Trent and I are spending the day together, just the two of us. It's been a great day so far... We slept late (10am) then Trent asked to talk to Nana and Grandad on the computer, so we chatted with them for a while and Trent drew a picture to show them. Then we played outside in the kiddie pool. I added a drop of baby shampoo as I was filling it up, and it produced a lot of bubbles, which Trent thought was the best thing ever. Just look at his smile!&lt;br /&gt;I threw in all the balls that came with his play hut set and he was so thrilled. We spent a good couple of hours playing.  Here are some of the highlights. You can, of course, see the rest on Trent's picasa photo album. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vz7aIYI/AAAAAAAAGyg/tRF0xbpf7L8/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vz7aIYI/AAAAAAAAGyg/tRF0xbpf7L8/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_v3HJNYI/AAAAAAAAGyo/S1jDzsMA5Qc/s1600-h/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_v3HJNYI/AAAAAAAAGyo/S1jDzsMA5Qc/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-600673925112832811?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/600673925112832811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=600673925112832811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/600673925112832811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/600673925112832811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/07/backyard-fun.html' title='Backyard fun'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/Smy_vXIhz2I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/J_fzzvH5FFc/s72-c/DSC_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7037170974435438352</id><published>2009-06-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:39:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner date</title><content type='html'>Tonight Trent and I had dinner without Brian (he had soccer). He helped me make quesadillas (or queasy dillos, as he called them) and we ate those, with beans and avocado. During dinner Trent told me about his day. He said he had a "good day" and I asked what he did, and he said "coloured", and I asked who he played with and he said "Evan and Jack".  How cool is that? he can tell me how his day was!&lt;br /&gt;After dinner he asked to watch Mickey Mouse and it was sooo cute. He goes "hot dog, hot dog... doggy dog... watch Mickey Mouse. yes!". Sadly I didn't have any Micky Mouse recorded, and he asked for several other of his shows by name (which I didn't have) but we finally settled on the encore American Idol Michael Jackson tribute show, and he danced with me to the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great little boy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7037170974435438352?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7037170974435438352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7037170974435438352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7037170974435438352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7037170974435438352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinner-date.html' title='Dinner date'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-392469828466287520</id><published>2009-06-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:39:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat buddy</title><content type='html'>This Saturday we were lucky enough to spend the afternoon on the lake with Mike and Tara. We headed out after Trent's nap and he was so excited to get on the boat. In the car he kept saying "On a boat. Touch the lake. Touch the water!".  When we got on the boat Trent just hung out on Daddy's lap as we motored up river to where the water was more calm. We hung out over by the Dell lake house and just relaxed why security kept a watchful eye on us. Trent ventured onto the swim platform at the back of the boat and laughed when the waves splashed over him. The water was very cold and after I had managed to talk myself into getting in, Trent agreed to join me and we hung onto the boat as he tried to acclimate to the cold water, and numerous times decided it was "toooo cold, mummy! - back on the boat!". But he at least made several attempts to submerge himself, so long as he could hang on tightly to Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat and cuddled and watched Uncle Mike wakeboard and Trent seemed very interested. Then I got to wakeboard. It's been almost a  year since the last time I did it, but I'm happy to report that my body remembered how to do it and I even got about an inch of air as I crossed the wake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out from about 2:45 to 7:30 and the whole time Trent was so perfectly behaved. On the way back to the dock he sat and cuddled with Aunt Tara. He sure does love his Aunt Tara and Uncle Mike, although he keeps calling Mike "Aunt Mike", which makes me laugh, but Brian always corrects him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Rudy's for dinner on the way home, and Trent went to bed like a very good boy.  We expected Trent to be well behaved because he is a very sweet and considerate little boy, but he completely exceeded our expectations that day and we are just so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-392469828466287520?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/392469828466287520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=392469828466287520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/392469828466287520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/392469828466287520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/06/boat-buddy.html' title='Boat buddy'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-328326231073933719</id><published>2009-06-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:27:37.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My online life</title><content type='html'>Whatever did we do before the internet? I'm old enough to remember those days, yet I still find myself questioning how we lived before it. How far we have come just in the last 15 years amazes me. How much technology I rely on daily amazes me. It also scares me a little bit. Let's look at the technology I use on a typical day. I consider myself to be a relatively light technology user.  I don't own a smart phone, Sat Nav device, kindle, or any other fancy gadgets, but my electronic footprint is quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged for several years. This blog alone dates back to 2005. A total of 463 blog posts so far. That averages about 115 a year or so, about 10 posts a month.  Not only do I keep my own blog but I read other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have profiles on facebook, myspace, dailymile, twitter, in addition to the profiles I keep at work on Lotus Greenhouse, Lotus Live, Beehive, Fringe, Blue Twit... kinda makes your head spin, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have active accounts on yahoo, gmail, and my work email. I send and recieve almost 200 emails a day. Some are spam, most are not. Some are important, some can be ignored. Some I have to act on immediately, some I flag for action later. All require at least a cursory glance to see if it's relevant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instant messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Lotus Sametime in my job and spend hours at a time chatting to work colleagues about work related things via this medium. I use AIM to talk to my BFFs, I sometimes use Facebook messenger to talk to friends from back home and friends from just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use text messages daily to keep my BFFs in the loop and get the latest scoop on who's doing what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a technology I have the biggest aversion to, and it's the oldest one. I'm on the phone an average of 6 hours a day on conference calls. It's not surprising that come 6pm I don't want to answer my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this to talk to my mum &amp;amp; dad on a very regular basis. My favourite piece of technology because it allows me to see them and bridge the very large distance between us. A couple of weeks ago mum took me into the kitchen with her while she checked on dinner. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online photo galleries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accounts on Picassa for both me and Trent. Hundreds of pictures instantly shared with anyone with a browser and the curiosity to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Web sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage 2 music-related web sites for friends.  I'm heavily involved with contributing content to web sites for my job, including wikis.  On any given day I have used the phrase "I'll google it". I perform Google searches daily and consume massive amounts of information. You can find ANYTHING on the Web. I used Google to help me repair my digital camera, my toilet, my vehicle, my house.  The web makes it possible for me to never leave my house and have everything I need come to me. The days of going to a shop and picking out a gift, packaging and taking it to the post office are long gone. Now I point, click, pay, and ship all from my office chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the electronic footprint of a giant! All of this has happened within the last 10 years. How amazing is that to think about? Did you ever think the future would be like this 10 years ago? can you imagine what we'll be doing 10 years from now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing time to be alive.  Yet every now and then I long for the days when none of this existed, people were simpler, communication was in-person or via traditional mail, and nobody could reach me 24/7. Every now and then I want to not open my laptop and not answer my phone.  This is why I am so excited about our upcoming holiday. No laptop. No phone. Just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-328326231073933719?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/328326231073933719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=328326231073933719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/328326231073933719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/328326231073933719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-online-life.html' title='My online life'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4069697404123915359</id><published>2009-06-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:10:58.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>storm chaser</title><content type='html'>Last week we had a really bad storm. Lightening, thunder, tornadoes, hail.  Trent, Brian and I sat in the game room upstairs and set up some of Trent's chairs by the window so we could all watch the storm. Trent grabbed his bears and made sure they all had front row seating. When he heard thunder he would say "thunder! hear it. No touch!", and when lightening would strike he'd say "lightening. hot. burn you. no touch!". Brian and I were cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we were heading out to Mike and Tara's, Brian was wearing a new shirt and Trent said "Cool shirt, Daddy". When I asked him if he thought my shirt was cool he replied "no mummy. No cool shirt".  My shirt was just a plain blue t-shirt and it was NOT cool. It's nice to know he won't lie to me to make me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the pool and spent a good 2 hours playing in the water. By the end of our time there Trent had gotten all the way into the pool and was sitting on daddy as he did the back stroke. He thought it was so hilarious. We sat at the baby pool for a little while and chatted with a lady who had twin girls about 4 months younger than Trent. One of them wanted to sit on my lap and as soon as she did Trent got very upset because I am HIS mummy! A little possessive maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4069697404123915359?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4069697404123915359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4069697404123915359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4069697404123915359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4069697404123915359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm-chaser.html' title='storm chaser'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4130147307826596997</id><published>2009-05-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:00:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet training and a little trip on the Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Trent's potty training is going very well. He actually used the toilet for its intended purpose twice this week at school. We still haven't seen him actually go at home, but he does like to sit on the toilet and grunt. It's very cute.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up under a thundercloud it seems. I have very low patience and Trent knows all the right buttons to push. It didn't help that Brian chose this very day to finish the front door re-staining project, which means while he's working on that I'm dealing with the little button pusher on my own. Not a good combo. The door looks nice, though. We added one more coat of stain which is now drying and tomorrow we have the final step of the urethane top coat to seal the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our cruise! We're going on a 4 day cruise on the Carnival Ecstasy. I'm especially excited about this because the Ecstasy has a lot of sentimental meaning for me. It was the first ship I ever set foot on in my short but fun career as a Casino Dealer for Carnival. I met the Ecstasy at the boat yard in Finland where it was built, and was one of a very lucky group of crew members who got to take its inaugural voyage from Finland to it's final home in Miami, stopping at Boston, NY, and Philadelphia along the way.  What a fun trip that was. It was on this ship that I met one of my best friends ever, Marie (from Sweden *ya!). It's also the opening chapter of my life in America. So many great memories on that ship. My memory of the ships layout and details is fading, but I imagine it will all come flooding back.  I just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4130147307826596997?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4130147307826596997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4130147307826596997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4130147307826596997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4130147307826596997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/05/toilet-training-and-little-trip-on.html' title='Toilet training and a little trip on the Ecstasy'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2963570624345302113</id><published>2009-05-25T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:37:25.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cool things about Trent lately</title><content type='html'>Trent's been cracking me up lately. His grasp of the English language is amazing and he's busting out words I'd never expect to hear from him. On Saturday when we were coming down the stairs he noticed that Onyx had thrown up a little bit on the stairs and he said "Oh Oh! Onyx! Puke!" Then he said "clean it! Towel! Get towel. Clean Onyx puke". Which was funny in and of itself, but then the icing on the cake was when he got a towel, went back up the stairs, and started rubbing the carpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he made me and Brian so very proud. He actually asked to sit on the toilet. When I confirmed what he had asked me he said "Yes!" and then pulled his shorts down and said "Diaper off!". He didn't actually use the toilet, but this is a sure sign that we're ready for potty training. Later on he did it again. This time I showed him how to tuck his stuff down so that he didn't pee in mummy's face :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still very fond of giving me bogeys. Brian encourages it, of course, because he thinks it's hilarious when I gross out. Nothing says love like accepting a bogey from someone while holding back spew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2963570624345302113?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2963570624345302113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2963570624345302113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2963570624345302113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2963570624345302113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-cool-things-about-trent-lately.html' title='Some cool things about Trent lately'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8633815470811896051</id><published>2009-05-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:35:17.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude adjustment</title><content type='html'>In light of my recent holiday cancellation and consequent bummed out feeling, I needed a distraction.  Yesterday I spent the day at Hippie Hollow with Barbie, Michelle, &amp;amp; Andi. We all giggled when the lady at the booth at the park entrance said "y'all know it's clothing optional, right?" Of course we know!&lt;br /&gt;We made our way down the rocks to a perfect spot and made ourselves comfortable. We figured since it's a week day that there wouldn't be too many people out. We were wrong. By noon the place was buzzing with nekked people and very entertaining for us. Many times we laughed so hard we rendered ourselves inaudible. You know, the kind of laughing that looks like someone pressed the mute button.  At one point we were happily floating around in the lake when a MASSIVE critter launched an attack on our picnic area. We identified the offender as a squirrel the size of a raccoon. The thing was humungous! The reaction of our group and the surrounding people was hilarious and we spent a good 20 minutes trying to control ourselves and causing a major scene.  Barbie rescued our food from the critter while the rest of us watched helplessly from the water and heckled her.&lt;br /&gt;A group of guys showed up about the time we were ready to leave and started throwing beer bottles into the lake. As the rest of the people sat there and politely ignored it, Andi asked them to stop it and pick it up. Go Andi! When we left we ratted them out to the park ranger. Bastards need to learn some respect.&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day we had. We all left with a major attitude adjustment, and the promise to do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;I still want my cruise, though, Brian. Don't think you're off the hook ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8633815470811896051?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8633815470811896051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8633815470811896051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8633815470811896051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8633815470811896051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/05/attitude-adjustment.html' title='attitude adjustment'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-859759655843612284</id><published>2009-05-05T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:42:19.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there brightness on the horizon?</title><content type='html'>I spent some time with  mum &amp;amp; dad on Sunday, via web cam. They enjoyed watching Trent trash the patio with a bucket of water and some sidewalk chalk. We also talked about their upcoming holiday to Rhodes (Greece). I'm very happy that they were able to find an alternate destination for their holiday for the same dates and everything. I had briefly entertained the idea of us joining them, but after a bit of research online it turned out to be a bit unfeasible due to the number of connecting flights needed to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to talking about next year's plans and a great idea was born! We could go to England for a week, then leave Trent with mum &amp;amp; dad, and just Brian and I could go to Italy for a week! how much fun would that be???  then, since I was in the holiday mood, I thought it might be a good idea if Brian and I could take a 4 day cruise out of Galveston this year after the pig flu problem is resolved and travel to Mexico resumes. Wouldn't that be nice! 4 days with just my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-859759655843612284?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/859759655843612284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=859759655843612284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/859759655843612284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/859759655843612284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-brightness-on-horizon.html' title='Is there brightness on the horizon?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3352122607390697373</id><published>2009-04-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:18:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little cheese with that whine?</title><content type='html'>I have lived a relatively charmed life. I don't have much to complain about at all. And the situation I'm in regarding living thousands of miles and an ocean away from my family is self-inflicted. But somehow, right now, those facts still don't make me feel any better about the fact that I was looking forward to seeing my parents in less than a week, and now I have to wait 7 months to see them. And purely due to circumstances way beyond my control. I'm not just disappointed for me. I'm disappointed for them, too. And for Trent.  And on a more selfish note, I was so in need of a holiday. I was so looking forward to relaxing on a white sandy beach, not thinking about work or responsibility. And now it's business as usual. With nothing to look forward to. No plans. No beach. Nothing.  I realize this makes me sound terribly spoiled and part of me is thinking "boo fricking hoo mandie, get over it, people are dying of the flu", but I just can't shake it. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3352122607390697373?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3352122607390697373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3352122607390697373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3352122607390697373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3352122607390697373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-cheese-with-that-whine.html' title='a little cheese with that whine?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-563778718315239689</id><published>2009-04-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:11:29.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol manipulation</title><content type='html'>I love the psychology behind American Idol. The manipulation tactics they use to make you remember or forget a performance, like the "pimp spot", for example. The pimp spot is the last spot of the night. It plays on the short attention span of the veiwers.  Adam Lambert has dominated the pimp spot for more of the weeks than any other contestant.&lt;br /&gt;I was amused by the mind manipulation on the results show last night. I was surprised to see Adam Lambert in the bottom 3, but what I wasn't surprised about was when they said they would send one of the 3 back to safety, they chose Kris, and not Adam, and this is pure speculation on my part, but the media buzz around him and popular opinion of my friends, seems to support my hunch, that Adam was unlikely to have received less votes than Kris. The producers clearly wanted us to be on the edge of our seats as Matt and Adam waited to hear which one of them would be gone. Of course we all knew it would be Matt. We all KNEW. But it doesn't stop you from feeling that tiny bit of doubt for Adam. And the result? all those Adam fans who felt that he was safe and nobody can touch him will pick up the phone and vote for him next week. He likely won't be in the bottom 3 next week. That's just an observation from an untrained eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-563778718315239689?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/563778718315239689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=563778718315239689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/563778718315239689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/563778718315239689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol-manipulation.html' title='Idol manipulation'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1091642664141531368</id><published>2009-04-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:51:19.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks since my last blog?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm slacking! Ok, what's gone on in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first and foremost on my mind is this damn swine flu outbreak in Mexico. That's royally screwed up our holiday plans. I was so looking forward to that trip, not only because *I need* a holiday very badly, because I have a very stressful job and being a mother to a very active toddler on top of that is extremely hard, but also because I get to see my parents once a year! Many people I know joke and say things like "man, I wish I only saw my parents once a year!". Let me tell you, if you were in my situation you'd feel much differently, no matter what your relationship is with your parents. I'm not saying you'd feel the same way I do, but certainly you wouldn't be wishing to only see them once a year. I'm lucky enough to have a great relationship with my parents, and I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more than spending a couple of weeks with them, and seeing how much they love Trent, and how much he loves them.  Now I don't get to do that. At least not for another 7 months! &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get over it. Really I am. But I just feel robbed of an experience that was so important to me. I'm mad. I want to blame someone, but of course there isn't anyone to blame, and blame is pointless because it won't change my situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other things of note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trent counts only in odd numbers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My American Idol prediction on who would leave last week was spot on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That awesome blue cheese pasta dish I made a while back is even better with beef (leftover fajita beef) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1091642664141531368?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1091642664141531368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1091642664141531368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1091642664141531368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1091642664141531368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks-since-my-last-blog.html' title='2 weeks since my last blog?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1315162356764811863</id><published>2009-04-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:18:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol chatter 2009</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged much about American Idol this season, mostly because I've been using Facebook to air my opinions. Tonight, though, Brian is working on the Honda (regular maintenance) and I have some time to kill. He doesn't get into American Idol, so I usually watch it alone anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alison Irahita&lt;/span&gt; took on an Aerosmith song. In fact one of my favourites. I thought she did ok. My issue with her is that she doesn't have much range. I think that she picks songs that suit her voice, and that is probably the only reason she's still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;/span&gt; has a lovely voice, but there's something about him that makes me think he's a jerk. I can't get past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; is probably my favourite Idol of all the seasons (ok, I loved Daughtry and David Cook too) but Adam's got a star quality and is the most unique contestant the show has ever had.  My money is on him to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt; is too piano bar. I think voices like his are a dime a dozen and he pulls some weird faces when he sings. I just can't get past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; is completely forgettable for me. He has a decent voice, but I find myself forgetting his performances almost immediately. I think he's pretty, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt; has an excellent voice and is very talented. Something about his face reminds me of Robert Downey Jr., although I don't think he looks like him. Danny's my #2 pick. I predict that he, Alison, and Adam will be the last 3 standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;/span&gt; has consistenly disappointed over the past few weeks. She started off so well but has completely lost herself in bad song choices. I completely agree with the judges on this one. Poor Lil. She seems sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see Scott McIntyre go last week. I felt like he got a lot of mileage out of his disability and he didn't measure up to the others vocally. I admired his attitude and how capable he was despite his visual impairment, though. A true inspiration that you can overcome almost any challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I predict Alison or Danny will be the second to last person standing, and Adam Lambert will take the gold. Don't let me down, America.  (I voted for both Danny and Adam tonight - probably a good 20 votes for each).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1315162356764811863?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1315162356764811863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1315162356764811863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1315162356764811863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1315162356764811863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol-chatter-2009.html' title='Idol chatter 2009'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3667614891750246945</id><published>2009-04-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:12:39.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to do it on MY terms!</title><content type='html'>Lately Trent has been protesting quite a bit about anything and everything. From changing his nappy (even though he has a huge poop in there) to putting on clothes, to taking a bath, to putting on shoes. He has to do it on HIS terms. So for example, I ask him to put his shoes on, he says "no! no! no! no! no! no!" then 2 minutes later I show him his shoes and say would you like to put your shoes on now, and he says "shoes!" and lets me... the 2 minute waiting period is important :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to manipulate him into taking a bath using bubbles. Not bath bubbles, but the bubbles that you can blow from the bottle. I had to give him bubbles in the play room, then slowly steer him toward the bathroom while trying to undress him without him noticing. I finally got him into the bath without him screaming. Then when it was time to come out, and to take the bubbles away, he freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to bribe him to get in his stroller and go for a run with me. I have to use cookies. Sometimes even that doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't sit in his high chair anymore. He freaks out if you try to put him in it. I haven't managed to find a strategy to get him in it yet. He goes all stiff and screams.  Now I have to sit and eat one handed with him on my lap. I end up wearing a lot of Trent's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the joys of reaching the terrible 2's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3667614891750246945?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3667614891750246945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3667614891750246945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3667614891750246945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3667614891750246945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-do-it-on-my-terms.html' title='I want to do it on MY terms!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-672164683873893116</id><published>2009-04-10T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:03:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another great pasta dish</title><content type='html'>3 or 4 links of **Chicken, feta and spinach sausage&lt;br /&gt;handful of asparagus&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 cups bowtie pasta&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook pasta according to directions. Meanwhile... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut sausage into small chunks - I find it easier to just take the skins off and use my hands to rip into chunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown the sausage in a saute pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut asparagus into about 1 inch pieces and place on top of the sausage. Turn head to med/low. Cover and let the asparagus steam for about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix asparagus and sausage together and turn down the heat to low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drain pasta. Season with garlic salt and pepper. Add olive oil and feta to the pasta. Mix it all up so the feta melts and coats the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add pasta/feta mixture to the sausage/asparagus pan, and mix all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's it! you can either serve it right away, or keep it over a low heat and stir it every now and then till you're ready to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**You can use other types of sausage, this is just the original one that inspired the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish would probably be good with some cherry tomatoes cut in half and tossed in at the last step as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-672164683873893116?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/672164683873893116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=672164683873893116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/672164683873893116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/672164683873893116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-great-pasta-dish.html' title='another great pasta dish'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7557078684194962344</id><published>2009-04-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:58:42.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Trent had the pleasure of spending his Saturday with his aunt Tara. He had the best time! He didn't flinch when I left, and he had so much fun playing trains with her and Austin. He helped her water the plants in the garden, and they blew bubbles and played ball with Maverick. Meanwhile, Brian and I spent the day doing some much needed chores around the house. Brian took off the front door, stripped and sanded it, and re-stained it to its former glory. All that's left to do now is a clear urethane coat. While Brian took care of that, I cleaned the entire house.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Trent discovered Baskin Robbins - the ice cream shop at the end of our street. He really enjoyed his chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but was also very interested in daddy's bubble gum ice cream. After ice cream he walked all the way home holding my hand and talking about ice cream all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brian, Trent and I went to Steiner Ranch Steakhouse to see Brian &amp;amp; John play. It was a beautiful night, not to hot, just the right amount of breeze, and the venue is incredible because it's overlooking lake Travis in the distance and the sun sets are gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7557078684194962344?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7557078684194962344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7557078684194962344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7557078684194962344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7557078684194962344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/productive-weekend.html' title='Productive weekend'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1735131332430512154</id><published>2009-04-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:48:36.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>Brian and I are now officially holders of a United States Patent, issued by the US Government :-)&lt;br /&gt;It has taken 7 years from filing the patent to actually having it issued, but here it is in all its glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patft.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO2&amp;amp;Sect2=HITOFF&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;u=%2Fnetahtml%2FPTO%2Fsearch-bool.html&amp;amp;r=1&amp;amp;f=G&amp;amp;l=50&amp;amp;co1=AND&amp;amp;d=PTXT&amp;amp;s1=7490298&amp;amp;OS=7490298&amp;amp;RS=7490298"&gt;http://patft.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO2&amp;amp;Sect2=HITOFF&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;u=%2Fnetahtml%2FPTO%2Fsearch-bool.html&amp;amp;r=1&amp;amp;f=G&amp;amp;l=50&amp;amp;co1=AND&amp;amp;d=PTXT&amp;amp;s1=7490298&amp;amp;OS=7490298&amp;amp;RS=7490298&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, one of our co-inventors, Herman Rodriguez, passed away last month. Herman had an amazing enthusiasm for inventing and he took every opportunity to encourage others to invent. Herman leaves behind a an intellectual legacy of hundreds of inventions and US patents, and a personal legacy in all the people he has helped and encouraged to become inventors. I hope everyone he helped will honor his memory and continue to invent things that make the world a better place to live.  R.I.P. Herman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1735131332430512154?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1735131332430512154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1735131332430512154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1735131332430512154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1735131332430512154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4937702041508300532</id><published>2009-03-31T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:07:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great chicken pasta dish</title><content type='html'>I find it hard to always come up with new ideas for dinner, and yesterday was no exception. I had a giant tub of blue cheese, some chicken breasts, and some pasta available, so I experimented with that and came up with the most delicious dish!  It took 20 minutes to make and is super easy. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 3 - 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;Bowtie pasta (or whatever shape you prefer)&lt;br /&gt;cup of blue cheese crumbles&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 whit or yellow onion&lt;br /&gt;1tsp dried rosemary&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boil pasta according to directions on package&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In large saute pan, add 1tbsp olive oil, onion and chicken. Season with garlic salt, pepper, and rosemary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown the chicken and turn the heat down to low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When pasta is cooked, drain and pour into the pan with the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the remaining 1tbsp of olive oil and toss it all around to get the pasta mixed in well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the blue cheese. Toss it all around again to mix the blue cheese in. The cheese will melt with the heat from the pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Things you could add to make it even better (not all, choose one):&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;Artichoke hearts&lt;br /&gt;Fresh tomatoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4937702041508300532?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4937702041508300532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4937702041508300532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4937702041508300532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4937702041508300532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-chicken-pasta-dish.html' title='Great chicken pasta dish'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1520734732817245568</id><published>2009-03-31T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:39:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting article about religion and its correlation to standard of living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gallup.com/poll/114211/Alabamians-Iranians-Common.aspx"&gt;http://www.gallup.com/poll/114211/Alabamians-Iranians-Common.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tolerant of other people's belief systems so long as they're not pushing their views on me and condemning me for mine, so I say this with as much objectivity as I can muster: &lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting that Texas is one of the top 10 most religious states, and yet more than 75% of my friends are either non-believers, agnostic, or non-practicing believers.  I imagine that's largely due to the fact that I live in Austin. I've always thought of Austin as being like an oasis in the middle of Texas where open mindedness still dominates. That's not to say that I think all religious people are closed minded. I don't think that at all. I do think that to choose a specific religion and to follow it to the exclusion of all other religions closes a person off to all of the other possibilities.  I'm just sayin' ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1520734732817245568?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1520734732817245568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1520734732817245568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1520734732817245568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1520734732817245568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-article-about-religion-and.html' title='Interesting article about religion and its correlation to standard of living'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6140574721117892420</id><published>2009-03-27T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:28:16.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent observations</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of cool things happening with the little guy lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's been talking in sentences, such as "more cheese please" (accompanied by signs for each word), expressing what he'd like to eat (and getting a little pissy when he doesn't get it) for example, he wanted ice cream for breakfast yesterday, but he settled for yogurt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed time is never a fight anymore. He willingly goes to bed and calls out "I love you mummy!" as I go down stairs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He knows about 50 signs and on our walks to the park he enjoys playing "show mummy the sign for....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's starting to understand colours and during our walks to the park we play "what colour is mummy's shirt" where I name a colour, he repeats it, and we both say "naaaww!" if it's the wrong colour until we ge to the right one and we nod and say "YEEEEESS!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you say "one, two..." he'll say "three, four, five".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the recent hail storm, we went out for a walk (because the weather in TX is crazy like that) and he was so amazed at all the ice laying around he kept pointing and saying "Ice! Ice!" (he tried to eat some, too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can build things really well with lego. Last night we built tunnels for his train to go through and he clapped every time the train made it through a tunnel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has mastered the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have seen other children develop in this manner and I thought it was cool, but you can't really appreciate these small things until your own kid starts to do them, then they become REALLY COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6140574721117892420?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6140574721117892420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6140574721117892420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6140574721117892420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6140574721117892420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/recent-observations.html' title='recent observations'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5804326320939441588</id><published>2009-03-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:58:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better 'n gaffer's tape</title><content type='html'>I feel compelled to give credit to Brian for a couple of things he's done recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) on Friday evening he made dinner. Not Pizza, not Macaroni and Cheese, not something he can reheat in the microwave, but actual dinner. He made Chicken Parmesan. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;2) this morning he got up with Trent and let me sleep in because I went out last night and got home very very late (or early if you're counting it as this morning), and I woke up to the smell of delicious cornbread muffins baking. When I came downstairs he made me a cup of tea and served me breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;3) I managed to break the on-off switch from my hair dryer last night. It snapped right off and I thought for sure it was a goner. But Brian fixed it by drilling through the plastic and reconnecting the switch with a screw, which is far better than I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;4) keeping his clothes off the bedroom floor, and not getting defensive when I point out all of the other things he does that piss me off, but actually trying to improve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I don't want him to get a big head and think he's in the running for HOTY yet, so I'll stop there.  So thank you, Brian, for all the sweet things you do for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5804326320939441588?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5804326320939441588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5804326320939441588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5804326320939441588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5804326320939441588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-n-gaffers-tape.html' title='Better &apos;n gaffer&apos;s tape'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2316296301158308899</id><published>2009-03-11T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:47:25.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streak of violence continues</title><content type='html'>This just in:&lt;br /&gt;Nerves were frayed in classroom A4 of Bright Horizons late morning on Monday when toddler on a rampage, Trent B, continued his recent streak of violence by biting a friend. Eye witnesses reported that the victim, whose name is being withheld at this time, tried to take Trent's chair from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is speculation that the little tyrant issued a warning to the would-be chair thief  using a hand gesture and the words "mine! mine!" before escalating the incident, however, no witness is willing to come forward and confirm this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was seriously hurt in the incident and the victim recovered quickly from the attack. Trent served a stint in time out and got a jolly good talking to. Trent declined to comment on the incident, but his mother, Amanda B, said "Trent's been testing boundaries lately and trying to assert control over his environment. Just the other day he executed a perfect pimp slap right across my face. You can't learn that kind of violence on TV, obviously we need to determine who is influencing this type of behavior and remove them." Trent's father, Brian "pimp hand" B was unavailable for comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2316296301158308899?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2316296301158308899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2316296301158308899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2316296301158308899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2316296301158308899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/streak-of-violence-continues.html' title='Streak of violence continues'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2442994980791394945</id><published>2009-03-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:32:36.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brian!</title><content type='html'>Brian turns 28 tomorrow. That means only one year to go until we are the same age ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate his birthday we had a party at home. It was a great turn out and Brian had a wonderful time. We got to see some people we haven't seen in a while, hang out with best friends, play some Rock Band, and eat some of Brian's favourite foods, which includes pizza and Paula Deen's bread pudding (it's soooo good, yaaaawl).  We were even treated to a rock concert a la Trent and Ethan upstairs as they rocked out on the drums. It was so much fun to see them both playing. Jett joined in at least as a spectator. I took some pictures, which I'll upload shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around midnight I knew Brian was drunk when he opened the back door to talk to those of us sitting on the back porch and he was wearing his drunk smile and slurring ever so slightly as he asked if we'd care for more pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also happened to be the night the clocks go forward. I don't recall what time we finally got ot bed, and certainly Trent stayed up much later than his normal bed time. This morning Trent didn't get up until after 11am (accounting for the time change). It was so great to sleep in! Today we're complete off, time wise. We seem to be off schedule by a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent and I went for a run and stopped at the park to play on the slides for an hour. It's now 4:30 and he's been rolling around in his crib for almost an hour, refusing to take a nap, but not minding hanging out in his crib... I can hear him talking to his bears through the monitor. CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to make a new stepping stone with Trent's hand and foot print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2442994980791394945?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2442994980791394945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2442994980791394945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2442994980791394945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2442994980791394945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-brian.html' title='Happy Birthday Brian!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4815429061067907383</id><published>2009-03-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:03:02.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp slap</title><content type='html'>Well, it's confirmed... the pimp slap is not a learned trait, but rather, it is a natural instinct in males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were playing in Trent's play room, when I obviously did something he didn't like. He walked up to me and just flat out slapped me. Right across my left cheek. A right proper, expertly executed "PIMP SLAP!". I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where the hell did he learn to do that?   Certainly he hasn't seen me or Brian do it, and he hasn't seen it on TV because we only let him watch Disney and learning DVDs.  Perhaps he learned it at daycare, but the optimist in me wants to believe that those parents live by similar rules as us and wouldn't expose their kids to that kind of violence.  So I can only conclude that this trait is genetically coded into all males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was rather shocked when he did it that I couldn't react other than to gasp. Of course, he didn't get away with it. Brian leapt to my defense like a knight in shining armour and very sternly informed Trent of the right kind of behaviour. I couldn't tell then if Trent was crying from whatever pissed him off and caused him to slap me, or if he was crying because he got told off. But he was soon over it and back to being my little sweet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more positive news, Trent is now putting words into sentences. Last night he actually said "I love you" when he was going to bed, and then we call out to each other as I'm going down the stairs "love you!", "love you!". So freaking cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4815429061067907383?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4815429061067907383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4815429061067907383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4815429061067907383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4815429061067907383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/pimp-slap.html' title='Pimp slap'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1461423269821909654</id><published>2009-03-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:36:41.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_o7us2tkzLOM/SavrefB3PdI/AAAAAAAAGYc/hlHj3bcoHPw/s800/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 800px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_o7us2tkzLOM/SavrefB3PdI/AAAAAAAAGYc/hlHj3bcoHPw/s800/DSC_0138.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was expecting to have my patience tested based on recent toddler behaviour, but Trent was pretty well behaved, or perhaps Brian and I have become more adept at mitigating the meltdown risk. Anyway, we had a great weekend, which included some alone time for me, a visit with Ben for Brian and Trent, a stop n' chat w/Mike and Tara, a trip to Costco where we had hotdogs and churros for lunch, and a new set of drums for Trent.&lt;br /&gt;We found them on craigslist on the recommendation of Andi (thank you). We only paid $30 for them. What a steal. These drums go for $129.99 on Amazon.com and they are in excellent condition. When we went to pick them up, Trent was a little shy, but on the way to the car he got very excited about hitting the drums as I was carrying them. When we set them up for him in the playroom he immediately picked up the drumsticks and started drumming. The kid has rythm! Here are some pics: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/trent.bauman/February09#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/trent.bauman/February09#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_o7us2tkzLOM/SavrcbtLM1I/AAAAAAAAGYM/o8dnB9-XdMk/s1152/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1461423269821909654?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1461423269821909654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1461423269821909654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1461423269821909654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1461423269821909654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-out.html' title='ROCK OUT!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_o7us2tkzLOM/SavrefB3PdI/AAAAAAAAGYc/hlHj3bcoHPw/s72-c/DSC_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2157681181052287034</id><published>2009-02-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:40:45.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have the terrible 2s started early?</title><content type='html'>Lately Trent has been a bit of a drama queen. If we try to redirect him from his intended path/activity, he throws a massive wobbler. Throwing himself on the ground and crying. I guess it's developmentally appropriate, but it is NO FUN at all for me and Brian. I haven't much patience for this kind of stuff.  On Tuesday he wanted cookies instead of dinner, and kept slapping his lasagna away and screaming. Finally I put him in time out. I turned his high chair towards the wall and let him cry. He eventually calmed down when Brian offered him some cheese, and he eventually decided that the lasagna was looking good and ate some. Then he had the audacity to ask for cookies and ice cream. Of course he didn't get any. Naughty boys don't get cookies or ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Mornings are starting to become a bit of a battle, too. He's not interested in getting dressed and he gets so mad if you even show him his shoes. It has to be his idea to put his shoes on. Yesterday I had to pin him down and put them on him. It's not how you want to start your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2157681181052287034?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2157681181052287034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2157681181052287034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2157681181052287034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2157681181052287034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-terrible-2s-started-early.html' title='Have the terrible 2s started early?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1586172393813129494</id><published>2009-02-24T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:52:09.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a small shift in the work/life balance</title><content type='html'>In the past 1.5 years that Trent has been going to daycare, Brian has always picked him up at the last possible minute to "get his money's worth" out of daycare. A practice I haven't fully approved of but tolerated mostly because we both have demanding jobs and we'd very much like to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;But on our ski trip during a philosophical conversation with Tara in tha hot tub, I finally made my point that the extra 5 hours a week that Trent spends at daycare could be time spent with us, and time that we'll never get back. So we've made some minor adjustments to our schedule.  It's taking a little bit of getting used to, especially for me, because my usual routine was to quit working at 6pm and take 45 mins to tidy the house and make dinner so it'd be ready when the boys get home. Now with Trent getting home earlier, I have to make dinner with him around, which is difficult because he's always on my leg when I'm in the kitchen. Last night I took him out for a run so Brian could work a little bit more, then Brian took him upstairs to play while I made dinner. We sat down to a family dinner a little later than usual, and Trent was very fussy while he was banished to the game room so I could make dinner. I think it's going to take a little time to get the routine right, but I am so glad we made the decision to spend a little extra time with him.&lt;br /&gt;I am making the shift from having an office at work (which I rarely use) to going full time working from home. That means that Brian would always have to drive Trent to daycare because it's near the office. We think it's time to make the switch to a new daycare that's closer to home. This way I can run with the jogging stroller to pick him up and Brian can work however late he wants at the office.  Stay tuned for more on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1586172393813129494?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1586172393813129494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1586172393813129494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1586172393813129494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1586172393813129494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-shift-in-worklife-balance.html' title='a small shift in the work/life balance'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3179413383048848196</id><published>2009-02-20T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:51:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep piling it on...</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I shouldn't complain because this falls under the category of job security, but it can't go un-commented. I have received 2 new assignments in the past week. Not to replace anything I'm currently doing, but in addition to.  There weren't enough hours in the days before, so you can imagine what this is going to mean for my work schedule.  I'm trying to keep a positive attitude about it and an open mind. One of the projects - well, it's not really a project because that would suggest it has an end - is handling a multi-million dollar budget for the creation of educational courseware. It's my first time to do this kind of work, so this will be a completely new experience for me and an opportunity to learn. I'll be working with external vendors and internal financial people, and I've got some great people supporting me as I learn so hopefully I'll gain some good project management experience.  The down-side is that I'm taking this responsibility from someone who got laid off. She was gracious enough to give me an orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second project that landed on my lap is to manage a project that converts DITA source to a format consumable by a Notes database. This one most definitely will have an end date, but this project runs in parallel with the other development project I handle, so it's a significant increase in workload.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.  Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to complain, just processing what this will mean to my work/life balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3179413383048848196?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3179413383048848196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3179413383048848196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3179413383048848196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3179413383048848196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-piling-it-on.html' title='keep piling it on...'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-521678508994447693</id><published>2009-02-17T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:18:10.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taos ski report</title><content type='html'>We're back from a wonderful mini-break. A big thanks to Grandma and Grandpapparazzi for taking Trent for 4 whole days!&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Houston on Thursday afternoon, just in time for dinner. We got Trent settled in and spent some time hanging out with Bri's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am flight to Albuquerque, NM. We got up soooo early, not that I slept anyway. Arrived in ABQ at 8-ish and picked up the rental car. A Pontiac G5. What a piece of crap that car is, but it seemed the lesser of all evils given our choice. I picked it because it was cuter than the other options, but it's downsides became apparent very quickly. Massive blind spot, useless rear window, oddly small trunk opening and a cavernous trunk, and the worst feature: MASSIVE doors. Like to get out of them you had to practically back out of the car. Anyway... won't spend too much time dwelling on that but it was worth a mention.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Taos around 11:30 or so and had no trouble finding the condo, which was right above Terry's Sports. Tara was there, Mike was already on the slopes. We settled in, radiod Mike to come in for lunch, then after lunch we suited up, rented our gear, and spent the rest of the day throwing ourselves down the mountain. The lift ride up is long and the face of the mountain is intimidating, but there were many great easy and medium runs. The weather was perfect. Not too cold, and beautiful blue skies. That evening we hung out in the hot tub, made a small dent in the giant bottle of Makers Mark we brought with us, and had a pasta dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa reported that Trent hadn't mentioned us even once! Glad to hear Trent isn't missing us. That must mean that he's enjoying spending the day with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up early, yummy egg breakfast, and off to the slopes. The morning was lovely and sunny and after we went in for lunch, Tara joined us on the slopes in the afternoon. Unfortunately, the weather took a turn between when we came in for lunch and the time we got back on the mountain. The wind had picked up and the temp. had dropped drastically, which made it less enjoyable to ski.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we spent time haning out in the hot tub, drinking whiskey and cokes and enjoying the calm and relaxation of not having a toddler around, and spending quality time with our friends.  Valentine's day dinner was prepared by the men. Steak and asparagus on the menu, two of my favourite things. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Trent had a fun day with Grandma and Grandpa and was being a perfect little boy. Awh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancake breakfast! mmmmm. I traded my skis for a snowboard this morning. Brian and Mike headed up the mountain while I spent time on the bunny slope trying to get reaquainted with the snowboard. It's amazing how little of what I learned last time I snowboard stuck with me. The theory was there, but the execution was horrendous and I spent a lot of time on my arse or flat out on my stomach. But I persevered and kept getting up and trying again. By the end of the morning I was able to get down the hill without falling over, but was ready to go back to skiing so I could end my trip on a high note. Brian made me lunch. Least said about that the better, I think, other than it was a nice thought ;-)&lt;br /&gt;While on the bunny hill, I noticed a lot of little kids learning to ski. By little, I mean as young as 3. They were so cute in their little tiny ski outfits, and so fearless. It made me miss Trent and Brian and I decided we would take Trent skiing as soon as he was old enough.&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon's skiing was wonderful. Brian spent some time going down the black diamonds with Mike (and some time hiking back up one that was beyond his abilities - haha). I stuck to the blue runs, mostly because the black runs have mogels, which I absolutely can't stand. I did make one attempt to do mogels as we were heading down to see how Tara was doing on the bunny slope (Mike had managed to talk her into trying skiing again so she'd have a more positive experience than the day before - Tara's such a good sport). During my mogel attempt, I managed to lose control and not only fall over, but take out Brian as well. Poor Brian ended up on the ground with his skis buried all the way up to his boots! I managed to lose a ski and gave up trying to get it back on on the hill and hiked down swearing a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with a visit to the clam bake that was going on at the base. Sadly, all the clams were gone, though. We went to dinner at Tim's (something or other) Tavern and I tried the green chile that New Mexico is so famous for. MMMMmmmm. good.&lt;br /&gt;More hot tubbing, more whisky and coke, and finally, off to bed ready for an early start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at 6:30 and packed up the cars. We were on the road by 7:30 and back in Albuquerque by 11 or so.  Uneventful flight (thankfully) and back in Houston.  Trent was indifferent at first when we showed up. He walked into the kitchen, saw me, smiled, and walked back to the living room to get a toy! About 5 minutes later, though, he gave me a big hug. Grandpa looked a little exhausted but we could tell he and Trent really enjoyed spending time together.  We ate dinner in Houston then headed home to Austin, arriving around 10:30, just in time to go straight to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-521678508994447693?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/521678508994447693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=521678508994447693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/521678508994447693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/521678508994447693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/taos-ski-report.html' title='Taos ski report'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5497403189806078763</id><published>2009-02-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:14:11.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taos here we come!</title><content type='html'>Ski trip imminent. We took all our ski stuff over to Mike and Tara's last night. They are going to drive there, so they are taking our bulky items with them.&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I are heading to Houston tomorrow to drop Trent off for 4 days of fun with Grandma and Grandpapparrazzi. I think it will be fun for Grandpa and Trent, who will get to spend the whole day together on Friday and Monday. This will be the longest time we've spent away from Trent. I'm gonna miss him soooooo  much, but I know that he's in the best hands possible.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we fly from Houston to Albuquerque, then rent a car and drive 3 hours to Taos. Half a day of skiing on Friday to get reacquainted with the sport, then hopefully 2 days of snowboarding to follow.&lt;br /&gt;The condo has an indoor hot tub so we're definitely going to take advantage of that with our aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; Dad, I'll be sending updates via twitter from my mobile phone periodically. Updates will display here in my blog, as well as on my Facebook status.  So stay tuned :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee! excited. Tonight we have to pack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5497403189806078763?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5497403189806078763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5497403189806078763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5497403189806078763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5497403189806078763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/taos-here-we-come.html' title='Taos here we come!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-832403809894764657</id><published>2009-02-09T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:23:55.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Turns out that my voice loss is not from all the singing and woo-hooing at the Suede concert. I actually have a sore throat and congestion :-( Boooo! Hopefully it'll all clear up before this weekend's ski trip, but regardless, I'm gonna tear it up on the slopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-832403809894764657?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/832403809894764657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=832403809894764657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/832403809894764657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/832403809894764657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2981981201187596769</id><published>2009-02-08T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:32:22.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun night downtown</title><content type='html'>The front row of the Suede show is always crazy. Michelle and I spent the entire evening there, from the second song all the way to the very last, dancing our arses off. The crowd starts off thin but by about 10:30 there's only hip shakin' room in front of the stage, and by midnight a whole bunch of crazy comes out. I always find mystery bruises on my knees the next day. I finally figured out why last night. The stage is exactly knee high to me, and the crowd behind me was particularly pushy last night. I banged both knees several times!  Bruised knees = Suede tattoo.  Mike took some awesome pics of the band last night. I imagine he'll put them on his web site soon: &lt;a href="http://www.johnmichaelharris.com"&gt;www.johnmichaelharris.com&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't looked at my camera yet, but I imagine it's a whole bunch of pics of me and Michelle taking pictures of ourselves as usual! Oh, I can't belive I almost forgot to mention this, John Popper, of Blues Traveler fame, sat in. Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning as hoarse as can be. I sounded like an old smoker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt; Nobody can hear you singing at the top of your lungs with the band playing, so turn it down a couple a notches. Sure was fun, though. Michelle was sounding a little raspy when I talked to her this morning, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2981981201187596769?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2981981201187596769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2981981201187596769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2981981201187596769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2981981201187596769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-night-downtown.html' title='fun night downtown'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5456255394584151383</id><published>2009-02-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:43:51.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good news... not conjuntivitis!</title><content type='html'>The bad news... double ear infection, sinus infection. Nurse Grace prescribed an antibiotic for the ear infection and eye drops to clear up Trent's snotty eyes.   Poor kid, it's so hard for us to know when he's sick because he never ever complains. We have one tough kid. Sometimes I wonder if his pain receptors work, but I get confirmation that they do whenever he bumps his head (often) and says "hurt! hurt!" and rubs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5456255394584151383?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5456255394584151383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5456255394584151383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5456255394584151383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5456255394584151383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news-not-conjuntivitis.html' title='the good news... not conjuntivitis!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3238355777468867020</id><published>2009-02-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:28:41.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good end to a bad week</title><content type='html'>It's been a very, very rough week. It started off ok on Monday, but on Monday evening Brian came running in like his arse was on fire... except it wasn't his arse, it was the car. Ok, well it wasn't on fire, but it was smoking. Between stopping for petrol half a mile from the house, and getting home, something happened to the Subie and it was leaking coolant all over the garage.  Lucky for us that Brian has become so handy lately, and could diganose the problem, and even more lucky that we have such great friends who would loan us their vehicle so we could take Trent to daycare on Tuesday! &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday got progressively worse. As Brian took the day off to fix the car, I started my morning with optimism that soon gave way to shock, then incredulousness, then nervousness as friends and co-workers pinged me to tell me the news of all the layoffs happening that day. People you'd never in a million years expect to be cut got cut. Whole departments. Managers, too!. Rumours were flying and it felt like someone had walked into a conf. room with a machete and started slashing.  By noon I was completely convinced I was going to be given bad news and was contemplating all the things we would need to change in our lives if both of us lost our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon I couldn't stand the waiting any longer and so I aksed my manager to put me out of my misery. Thankfully, the news for me was not as dismal as the news others had recived that day, but you can't help but be affected by it.  Later that day Brian was also told that his job wasn't selected for the "resource action".  We both felt a mixture of relief and guilt, for obvious reasons. I found it interesting, the choice of words many managers used when telling those of us who were not laid off. "Not affected".   Everyone is affected by a round of layoffs, especially one like that that hit over a third of the people you know! You can't just go about your business like nothing happened. You feel for the people you know who's lives are about to take a major change that wasn't their decision. You feel guilty that you get to keep your job and they don't. You feel angry that this is happening to people you care about. You feel helpless because there's nothing you can say or do to make it better for anyone. You feel relief that you aren't in their shoes, then more guilt! You feel disenchanted with the company and its leadership. It threw me off my game for most of the week.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I quit early and went to happy hour with a bunch of people from my old dev team (Brian's current dept). A few of those who were laid off were there, and I was so happy to see them and know that they were in good spirits, despite the crap that just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I am happy to report that Brian fixed the subaru on Tuesday, so it was only out of commision for one day.  Thankfully, we made it through this bad week with only a few mental scars and a couple of bucks spent on fixing the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we can take away from this experience is that life can take a turn at someone else's hand, and you need to be prepared for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3238355777468867020?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3238355777468867020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3238355777468867020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3238355777468867020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3238355777468867020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-end-to-bad-week.html' title='A good end to a bad week'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1558371338920917530</id><published>2009-01-26T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:17:49.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of fun</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm officially done celebrating my birthday. This weekend was the icing on the very delicious birthday cake. I spent the whole day with Trent on Saturday, which is both exhausting and fun at the same time. He's so much fun to be around these days because he's so interactive and he's constantly making me laugh. It's exhausting because I have to think of ways to keep him engaged and entertained. Brian saved us $400 this weekend by fixing the Subie's roof rack himself. It'd been rattling and annoying both of us for some time, and the Subaru service dept. said to fix it they'd have to take the whole roof liner out and all the interior panels to get to the bolts. Brian decided he could do that himself. I remember when I met Brian how completely useless he was as a handy-man. And in the last week he's saved us hundreds of dollars by doing the 40K mile maintenance on the Subie, and now this. I'm happy to report that the annoying rattling is gone and the interior of the Subie looks exactly like it did before. Way to go, Brian.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night the girls and I headed down to Cedar St. to finish off the birthday week with some ass-shaking, and that's exactly what we did. I didn't sit down the whole night. Lucky for me I was wearing my super comfy kick ass boots. The girls got me a birthday cake and balloons and ensured I always had a vodka soda in my hand. True friends never divulge your age, and I was entertained by the fact that my cake said "Happy 29th Birthday Amanda!" hehehe. We all spent the evening in our usual spot right in front of Brian Lee, dancing and being generally goofy. Brian is as entertained by us as we are by him. As usual, the night got crazier with every passing minute. I saw a small cat-fight break out nearby at one point but it was diffused quickly.  The band learned 2 of my favourite Bon Jovi songs and played them back-to-back! I felt so honoured. Danny came up to me later and told me that they learned those just for me! what a wonderful surprise. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Trent slept until 9:30! what a good boy, then Brian took him downstairs and let me sleep a little longer.  We spent the day playing and hanging out, then ended the weekend at Hula Hut with Tiff &amp;amp; Brett and many people I hadn't seen in ages, to celebrate Brett's birthday. Trent was so perfectly behaved and Brian and I were so proud of our little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a good rating on my yearly assesment at work. I hope that this will help me survive the current round of lay-offs happening this week.  Brian also got a good rating. Cross your fingers :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1558371338920917530?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1558371338920917530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1558371338920917530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1558371338920917530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1558371338920917530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-of-fun.html' title='Weekend of fun'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7876697327529545865</id><published>2009-01-19T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:56:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year wiser</title><content type='html'>I just want to point out that I am not one year older. I am only one day older than I was yesterday. My day started off pretty well, but had a few minor hiccups in it as the day progressed. Brian and Trent treated me to breakfast today. I had that delicious coffee cake with the raspberry cheesecake stripe down it! mmmm!  I got to open a present from Kevin &amp;amp; Darice. I am now hooked up with a Bluetooth headset to go with my awesome new phone :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from mum and dad on Google Video Chat. That turned out to have way better video and sound quality than we've experienced lately on Skype. I also learned that my mum is on Facebook! That's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 mins or so into our chat, my great morning started to take a turn... my laptop crashed. No blue screen, no warning message. Just flat out turned itself off and then refused to boot. I tried a bunch of things to get it back up, including safe mode, recovery mode, and even swearing like a sailor mode. Finally I resigned myself to having to take it in for recovery by the pros at work, and set about getting my other laptop up and connected to the intranet. Lucky for me I have 2!! Meanwhile I'm still desperately trying to boot my regular laptop. After about 15 or so reboots, it came back!!! Tenacity does pay off.  But that little eye-opener prompted me to continue to get laptop #2 connected and loaded with everything I use on a daily basis, should this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I had to set up an appointment for Onyx to see the vet. She has blood in her urine again, and I was tired of schlepping the poor cat 15 minutes in the car to our old vet, plus she always wants to run a barrage of tests on her that cost a fortune. So I switched Onyx to a new vet who is only 5 mins away.  Onyx didn't even put up a fight when I shoved her into the carrier. A sure sign she's not feeling well. I like our new vet. He seemed a lot less judgemental than our previous one when I said I wasn't interested in running a bunch of tests, and wanted to just make Onyx as comfy as possible. He didn't even take blood or urine, but instead read her file that they had retrieved from our previous vet, made an educated guess on what could be wrong, and we're treating for that to see if it helps. He thinks she has sterile cystitis. We're giving her a special diet and an anti-inflamatory.  If Onyx responds to the treatment, then we'll do some kidney tests to make sure that her kidneys can handle the medication.  I am pretty sure our previous vet would never have prescribed something without a mountain of tests, so this makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so one disaster averted and one positive prognosis for the cat has rescued my day. I'm looking forward to dinner with friends this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7876697327529545865?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7876697327529545865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7876697327529545865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7876697327529545865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7876697327529545865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year-wiser.html' title='Another year wiser'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3356486632460818522</id><published>2009-01-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:21:28.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trent and daddy comparison</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Grandpapparazi, here's a comparison of Trent and Brian. SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SW-2mFESpmI/AAAAAAAAFno/ccsE6Mug2Ts/s1600-h/BriTrent18mo"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SW-2mFESpmI/AAAAAAAAFno/ccsE6Mug2Ts/s320/BriTrent18mo" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291648852495083106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3356486632460818522?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3356486632460818522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3356486632460818522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3356486632460818522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3356486632460818522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/trent-and-daddy-comparison.html' title='Trent and daddy comparison'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SW-2mFESpmI/AAAAAAAAFno/ccsE6Mug2Ts/s72-c/BriTrent18mo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3717334299552450960</id><published>2009-01-13T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:07:18.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick boy!</title><content type='html'>Trent seemed to be having a bit of a tummy issue on Sunday. During breakfast he didn't eat much and had a minor throw up of his french toast. Didn't think much of it, assuming he managed to gag himself, which he does every once in a while. At lunch time he barely ate his leftover grilled cheese from Saturday's visit to Spicy Pickle, though I did convince him to eat some lasagna. A move I would later regret. His demeanor seemed normal, though so I figured he was just not hungy. We met Barbie and her family for dinner at TX Roadhouse, and I ordered a kids meal with steak and mashed potatoes for Trent. He just played with it. He even refused the cupcake Barbie's dad offered him. He just poked the frosting and ate a couple of finger fulls of it.  In the car on the way home, all hell broke loose. First came the suspicious smell, which I blamed on Brian... and Brian couldn't recall if it actually was him so he graciously took the blame ;-) As we pulled into the garage, Trent chucked up the bit of frosting all over himself and his car seat. Ugh. I stripped him down and bathed him, at which point I discovered the source fo the suspicious car smell as it smeared onto my trousers! After his bath he seemed a little lethargic. I put on his PJs and right after I was done dressing him, he threw up all over himself (and me)!  I sent Brian out for some pedialyte while I continued to comfort Trent as he threw up the remainder of whatever he'd eaten. Poor Trent emptied his entire stomach on me, himself, several towels, the floor, and his his giant stuffed lion.&lt;br /&gt;As a parent you try not to overreact to these things, but with it being both diarrhea and vomiting, and he has a minor cold as well, I just wanted to get an expert opinion, so we called the doctor. The doc seemed unconcerned. We sat up with Trent till we were sure that he was done throwing up, then he willingly went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when Trent got up he was fine. No signs of anything wrong. Weird! We kept him home for the morning to be sure he was ok, and then he went to school in the afternoon. School reported a normal day. I have no idea what that was, but Trent was such a big boy about it. He never once cried or fussed while he was throwing up. Way less of a baby than I would be under those circumstances. I dunno if all kids are like this, but I feel like Trent is a tough kid. He never complains about being sick. Even when he had the shingles he didn't scratch or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report that the poop came out of my trousers after I washed them in hot water and Oxyclean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3717334299552450960?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3717334299552450960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3717334299552450960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3717334299552450960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3717334299552450960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-boy.html' title='Sick boy!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1467874444117455004</id><published>2009-01-07T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:04:39.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 month checkup, etc...</title><content type='html'>Trent had his 18 month checkup today and we're so impressed with the little guy. He only cried for about 20 seconds when he got his injection, and the doctor said that he's already hitting many of the 2 year developmental milestones, most notably his language skills, his affinity for mummy, and his independence. His projected adult height is 5'10". Not bad considering the height of my family :-)  I don't know how accurate that can be at this point, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the doctor's office we witnessed some parenting techniques that could benefit from a visit from Supernanny, to say the least. Brian and I try not to judge because everyone's parenting philosophies are different, but this woman was a complete control freak and her poor daughter was just trying to express herself. She actually took her to the bathroom and spanked her. We could hear the girl howling in there. I couldn't help judging. I hate that I did, but it's so clear to me why her kid was acting like that when she clearly sets such a bad example and completely and publicly invalidated her daughter's feelings. Of course, I've never been in her situation so I don't know how I would act under those circumstances, but I'd like to believe that I'd show Trent some consideration and try to diffuse the situation without resorting to violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely unrelated sidenote: Last night when Brian and I were about to watch a movie, I had to laugh when the DVD player reported that the disc was an unsupported format and Brian walked over to the DVD player, took the disc out, wiped it on his jeans, and put it back in. I wondered if that was an advanced technique I hadn't heard of yet for correcting a badly formatted DVD ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1467874444117455004?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1467874444117455004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1467874444117455004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1467874444117455004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1467874444117455004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/18-month-checkup-etc.html' title='18 month checkup, etc...'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3930491220931134299</id><published>2009-01-05T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:52:10.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1.5</title><content type='html'>January 4th was Trent's 18 month birthday :-) He's officially a big boy now, and boy does he let us know it! He's fiercely independent right now and gets so mad if you try to help him without him asking for help. But he does ask for help and it's sooooo cute. He signs help and says "hap! hap!". He's just chatting away all the time now, too. We really have to be careful what we say around him. Yesterday he said something that sounded like "shit". Brian and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh. I'm also loving that he says the word "mummy" with a "U" not an "O". It's very distinct. &lt;br /&gt;He's in a major mummy phase right now, which is quite flattering, but sometimes can be a little inconvenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&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/14733206-3930491220931134299?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3930491220931134299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3930491220931134299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3930491220931134299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3930491220931134299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-15.html' title='Happy 1.5'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3091237889364584914</id><published>2008-12-30T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:57:15.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys are back in town!</title><content type='html'>After a week at grandma and grandpa's house, the boys (aka Trent and Brian) are now back home.  Quick update on Trent's rash... we went to see the dermatologist this morning and she shares my suspicion that the rash was shingles. The reason being that the rash contained itself to a specific muscle group on his body, which is characteristic of shingles. She suspects that it was from the chicken pox vaccine that Trent received. It's not common, but it does happen. The good news is that you generally only get shingles once in your life, and it's much less painful and easier to recover from it as a child, than as an adult.  The rash is pretty much gone now. Just a few scabs remaining. Trent doesn't seem to be too phased by it, though now that the rash is healing he indicates that there's some nerve tingling in that region, which is common after shingles.  I'm just relieved that it's going away. It's quite alarming to see a rash like that show up on anyone, but when it's your kid, it's a million times more scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Trent news, he's learning new words every day now. The rate at which he's picking up vocabulary is astounding. Every day he busts out new words that indicate understanding of the world around him. They're not just words he's repeating from hearing us. I'm so impressed with the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to babysit Jett for the first time. It was only for an hour while Barbie showed a house, but we got a lot done. See for yourself: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/trent.bauman/Jett#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/trent.bauman/Jett#&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we had a visit from aunt Jen and cousin Ethan. It was so cute to watch the two boys play together. I think Ethan will make such a wonderful big brother ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3091237889364584914?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3091237889364584914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3091237889364584914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3091237889364584914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3091237889364584914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='The boys are back in town!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8413619240442178782</id><published>2008-12-28T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:09:32.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. My favourite time of year, in fact: New Year. The mother of all holidays (for me). I prefer it over all other holidays because of what it symbolizes. Out with the old and in with the new. A time of new beginnings, and a time to reflect on the happenings of the year behind us, rejoice in the victories, learn from the failures, and look forward to all that the universe offers.  New year's day is filled with good intentions. We resolve to do something or stop doing something with the aim to generally better ourselves. This year I have no new year's resolutions to speak of. But in in 2009 I hope for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the awareness to see the opportunities before me, and the courage to take those opportunities that suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights from 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing is more important than the well-being of my kid, and that anything or anyone blocking that mission is going down. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've learned to let go of my need to have a tidy house and have adjusted my tolerance level of mess. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed jobs, even though I was perfectly happy in my current job. The opportunity presented itself and the signs from "the universe" were received loud and clear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've made new friends and reconnected with some old friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl's weekend with Kris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can eat a Dove bar every night, and as long as I work out it's ok!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tequila is my frenemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eventually, a cat will figure out a way around the child gate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can smuggle veggies into almost anything, and both husband and kid will be none the wiser ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some day Trent will wake up and see me watching him sleep and get creeped out. LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mineral make up is the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnnie got married! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social networking is fun, but one should always be aware of one's internet footprint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally have enough pairs of shoes. Is that really possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All those cute trousers in my closet are too big, and I'm ok with that. I should get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian has never let a day go by without saying he loves me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8413619240442178782?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8413619240442178782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8413619240442178782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8413619240442178782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8413619240442178782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8403895646196967116</id><published>2008-12-27T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:08:00.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>Just installed Flock. I'm testing to see if this actually makes it to my blog :-) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&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/14733206-8403895646196967116?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8403895646196967116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8403895646196967116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8403895646196967116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8403895646196967116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7777303709823721008</id><published>2008-12-25T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:27:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsey horsey don't you stop...</title><content type='html'>Just let your feet go clippety clop&lt;br /&gt;Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round&lt;br /&gt;Giddy up we're homeward bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the song I've been singing to Trent all morning while he rocked his new rocking horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we used the web cam and Skype to spend xmas with both sets of grandparents. One set here in Houston, and the other set on the other side of the Atlantic in England :-) it was quite successful. Nana and Grandad got to see all of us open our presents, and got to watch Trent play with his new rocking horse that they sent him.  Trent's napping right now and I took the opportunity to shower and catch up on some web surfin ;-)  The menfolk are all outside doing manly things, such as car maintenance, with the new man-toys they got from santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wine-thirty :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7777303709823721008?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7777303709823721008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7777303709823721008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7777303709823721008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7777303709823721008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/horsey-horsey-dont-you-stop.html' title='Horsey horsey don&apos;t you stop...'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8898101191126219943</id><published>2008-12-24T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:15:51.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas eve</title><content type='html'>It's xmas eve.  11:05 to be precise. Only another hour before mum gets up at the crack of dawn (6am GMT) to open her presents like a kid waiting for santa ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent enjoyed his first xmas dinner. Not that it's his first xmas, obviously, but last year he was too young to eat solid foods. Today he drank BBQ sauce and sampled almost everything on the menu. He's such a great kid. I'm happy to report that his rash is looking WAY better. Of course, it's a relative term. I mean, someone looking at it for the first time would still be somewhat horrified, but having seen it progress over the past week, it's actually looking ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Trent went to bed, Brian and I, with a little help from Grandma and some heckling from "Onion" (more on that in a sec), put together the rocking horse that his Nana and Grandad sent him. I can't wait to see his face tomorrow morning when he sees it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion: Kevin's been trying to teach Trent to say "uncle". It sounds exactly like "onion" when Trent says it. Who are we to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tracking Santa for my own amusement. It's amazing how elaborate the tracking web sites are.  Take this one for example: &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html"&gt;Norad Santa tracker&lt;/a&gt;  You can even see youtube videos of santa making stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry xmas from Texas, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8898101191126219943?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8898101191126219943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8898101191126219943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8898101191126219943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8898101191126219943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-eve.html' title='Xmas eve'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-405692312217012618</id><published>2008-12-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:27:37.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery rash</title><content type='html'>Last week Trent got a little rash on his right hip. We didn't think much of it and I put some diaper cream on it. The next day it was a little bigger, but still nothing to worry about. Then daycare called and mentioned it, and I decided it was time to take Trent to the doctor. We got in that day and saw the doc, who could not identify the rash, which was now red and raised with tiny blisters all over it and extending from his hip up the side of his torso about 6 inches. The doctor told us to bathe him twice a day with Dial soap and to call him the next day to let him know how it was looking. It looked bad. Had spread quite a bit. Anticipating that he'd advise us to see a dermatologist I made an appointment before speaking to him. The dermatologist narrowed it down to 3 possibilities, 2 viral and 1 bacterial. She took a swab and sent it off for testing, and in the mean time we would treat it for a bacterial infection with a topical antibiotic and a steroid. It took about 3 days of that to get the rash under control and meanwhile it had spread over to his butt cheek and down his right leg.&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing in all this is that it didn't seem to phase Trent at all. He never scratched it, and he never indicated that he was in pain or that it bothered him. He was marginally irritable on Thursday after we took him to the pediatrician, but beyond that he was his normal, charming self.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the last time I saw the rash, it was looking so much less angry and the blisters had turned into tiny red scabs. This morning the dermatologist called to tell me that the tests came back "normal". I asked her to clarify what she meant by "normal" since it could mean that it was an expected result taking the symptoms into consideration. However, she clarified it to mean that there was no virus and no bacteria. I should be relieved, right? He doesn't have a virus, and his skin isn't showing any signs of a bacterial infection, such as staph.  But I'm not relieved. I want to know what it is. Of course, when the rash became a concern I googled it and found many sites with descriptions and pictures, none of which matched exactly. Some pictures of shingles matched, but the description didn't. And the way you get a bacterial infection, such as staph didn't match either. Usually you have to have an open wound that gets exposed to staph, and Trent never had a scratch on him. It's just so puzzling and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Since the rash is responding to the current treatment, we'll continue to use it. And we see the dermatologist next week again so I hope to get some better answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-405692312217012618?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/405692312217012618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=405692312217012618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/405692312217012618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/405692312217012618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystery-rash.html' title='mystery rash'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8713128047806959489</id><published>2008-12-21T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:07:00.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's English?</title><content type='html'>I had to laugh today when I got a text message from my mum &amp;amp; dad on Skype, and they actually used the word "Y'all"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see them embracing the Texas side of the family :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8713128047806959489?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8713128047806959489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8713128047806959489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8713128047806959489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8713128047806959489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/queens-english.html' title='The Queen&apos;s English?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-6308277042453768938</id><published>2008-12-18T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:38:49.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sssshoe!</title><content type='html'>Last night, Trent and I were hanging out watching "baby", which is what he calls the telly. (Start of tangent:) The reason he calls the telly "baby" is because when we were on our trip to Europe, we took his portable DVD player, and only played baby sign language DVDs. His favourite one, "Baby Signing Time" starts off with a song with lyrics "baby, baby, baby signing time, baby, baby, baby signing time" and of course the sign for baby is like you're rocking a baby.  So he associated the word and sign "baby" with watching his DVD. Now he can actually say the word baby, and to clarify which baby he wants to watch, he says "big baby", which means the plasma (vs. just baby, which means the portable DVD player).  (/end tangent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night, while we were busy signing to each other I said and signed "Trent, help mummy take her shoes off". And do you know what he did???  He got off the couch, pulled off my right shoe, walked around the couch to the shoe cubby in the entryway, put my shoe in one of the compartments, walked back around the couch, took off my left shoe, walked back to the shoe cubby and put it in one of the compartments! How fricking smart is he???  I was so very, very proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-6308277042453768938?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/6308277042453768938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=6308277042453768938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6308277042453768938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/6308277042453768938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/sssshoe.html' title='Sssshoe!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2181482193533525951</id><published>2008-12-16T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:34:09.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all a-twitter</title><content type='html'>Some of you might be wondering what that widget is on my blog that looks like a bunch of random posts by people you don't know. Well, that's exactly what it is. It's known as twitter. I was skeptical about twitter after hearing about it from co-workers, but I needed to try it out to see its potential for something I'm working on in my job. So I signed up, and within moments people from all over the world started to "follow" me. I guess you could call this the next generation in internet stalking tools. You can stalk - ahem - I mean follow anyone who has a twitter account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is this: You update your twitter status as often as you want by simply answering the question "What are you doing?" These are known as "tweets" so for example, my status could say "I'm blogging about twitter (and I could put in a link to this blog)". People following me on twitter would receive this message either in their browser in a twitter application like twitterfox, via a twitter application they've installed on their system,  on their phone as a text (if they chose that option), or the next time they go to twitter.com and log in, they'd see it.  You might wonder why this is useful. I know I did, and I'm actually still on the fence about it. Although today I was posting an article to a product wiki, and within moments of me pushing the post button, I received a "tweet" from LotusInfo (it's a twitter user name, obviously) that mentioned my wiki article and provided a link to it. So I see it has potential. I just need to figure out the best way to use it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if you care to follow me on twitter, you can do so by signing up for an account yourself, and then searching for "amandabauman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes the geek portion of my day. Amanda out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2181482193533525951?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2181482193533525951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2181482193533525951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2181482193533525951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2181482193533525951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-all-twitter.html' title='I&apos;m all a-twitter'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7708545756075004482</id><published>2008-12-15T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:30:27.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas TX - You remind me of why I live in Austin</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I made the trek up to Dallas for a wedding. 2000 was the last time I visited, and for good reason.  I observed on my drive up there that as my proximity to Dallas increased, so did the arseholes on the road.  There's a point, right between Waxahacie and Dallas where the courteous driver becomes the minority on the road and the SUV driving, bumper hugging, lane changing jerk who speeds up so you can't pass becomes the majority.  It makes me very nervous driving around discourteous drivers and I swear I could have crushed diamonds with my buttox by the time I got to my destination, especially driving that tiny Honda. Why are people so dang angry in Dallas? Discourteous driving isn't the only off-putting thing about Dallas. When I checked into my hotel the guy at the front desk never cracked a smile, even though I was pleasant and smiling, and even joked with him.  And later on in the evening I almost had to throw down with someone trying to steal a parking spot that I clearly had identified as being mine with my turn signal, proximity to said space, and the fact that I arrived there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason for my visit, as I said, was a wedding. My friend Johnnie, who I've been friends with for about 14 years now, finally got married. This was the first time for me to meet his wife, Candace, and since my departure from Dallas, Johnnie has a whole new set of friends. I loved Candace and I made sure to let Johnnie know that he was marrying up.  I made a couple of new friends at the wedding. The wedding took place in a dojo and the ceremony was fun and brief, as all good weddings should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding I took off for part 2 of my trip to Dallas. As luck would have it, my favourite Austin musicians were playing in Dallas that night at the Glass Cactus, and Michelle was there. Traffic getting to the Glass Cactus was ridiculous and it was here that the parking garage throw down almost ocurred. I must admit, though, I felt pretty cool when I got to the front of the club and told the hostess I was on the guest list, and she waved me through the velvet rope ahead of a line that was forming, and informed me that my party was waiting at the VIP booth on the far side of the dance floor :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune smiled on me once again as one of the band members and his wife were not using their hotel room that the club had reserved for them and paid for, so I was able to take it and not have to worry about driving back to my hotel. That's when my good friend Tequila showed up. You know Tequila. He gets around, is the life and soul of every party, and man did Tequila party with us. We met up with our Dallas friend whom I'd met before at Cedar Street and she introduced us to her friends. What a fun bunch! we danced the night away and behaved completely inappropriately -- this tends to happen when you mix a bunch of girls with booze and good music. After the gig the party moved to the hotel and we partied well into the not so wee hours of Sunday morning. Further details surrounding this evening shall be omitted and locked in the vault to protect the guilty. I realized early Sunday afternoon that Tequila, despite being the life and soul of the party, is nobody's friend. In fact, Tequila will bite you on the arse, and kick you in the groin when you least expect it. Damn you Tequila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7708545756075004482?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7708545756075004482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7708545756075004482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7708545756075004482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7708545756075004482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/dallas-tx-you-remind-me-of-why-i-live.html' title='Dallas TX - You remind me of why I live in Austin'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3975960596293909558</id><published>2008-12-10T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:12:05.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Y'all... it's snowing (and Happy Birthday to my other BFF)</title><content type='html'>Last night was our first "snow" of the season. I'm using quotes when I say snow because it's Texas snow. The kind that causes the whole city to freak out and drive like complete idiots, even though the ground is far too warm for it to actually stick, and far too warm for ice to form. It'd be amusing if it wasn't life-threatening. It's rare for snow to happen in Austin, so we're ill-prepared for it, unlike the northern parts of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out for Michelle's birthday, anyone who knows Michelle will also know that on her birthday, more so than the rest of the year, she is the Queen and her every wish should be granted. And as her friends we all rally around to make this happen. And what fun we had. We started off with dinner at Azul Tequila, which was infused with margaritas and colourful dinner conversation, most if which should not be repeated in a public forum, but I can assure you that the restaurant mysteriously cleared out. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Warehouse saloon for a bit of Karaoke. Now let me tell you, karaoke in the presence of a number of very well respected Austin musicians is rather an intimidating prospect. There were 4 of said well respected musicians in our group and as I took the stage for my rendition of Evanescence's "Bring me to life" I had a major case of stage fright, which I pushed through and sung my lungs out, accompanied by the fabulous Robert Wagner (of Suede fame, among other things), and Brian (Lee, not Bauman - who is musically challenged) belted out an amazing rendition of a Dio song that prompted a standing ovation from some neighbouring tables. Brian and Andrea were "nominated" to sing a duet together, and for neither of them really knowing the song, they did a damn fine job, and Andrea and I did Elton John and Kiki Dee's "Don't go breaking my heart", which I thoughoughly enjoyed singing with her.  Michelle looked like she had a fun birthday, surrounded by great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left to go out for the evening, the weather was not looking like it would produce snow and I was skeptical as we dropped Trent off at Aunt Tara's house when she said that the forecast predicted sleet. But as we left the bar it was, indeed, snowing. Driving home Brian and I observed that it was like experiencing warp speed as depicted on Star Trek (I'm a huge Trekkie).  Tara reported that Trent was an absolute angel for her. He played and impressed her and Uncle Mike (via phone) with his mad skills with the flash cards. They cuddled for a while, and Trent curled up and went to sleep. What a good boy he is. We're so proud of him.  Trent woke up during the transition from house to car and we got to introduce him to snow. He pointed out of the car window and said something that sounded like "whasat?". I said "snow" and he said "noo?" and I repeated "Snow" and then he started signing "bird". It occurred to me that bird is really the only thing he knows that floats around in the sky so maybe to him he was thinking the snowflakes were a massive flock of very tiny birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke this morning I was greeted by a Texas winter wonderland where all the houses had snow on the roofs, and any cars out in driveways had a nice layer of snow on them, but the rest of the world was relatively snow-free. It's funny that we can go from a high of 78 degrees to snowing on the same day. Ah the joys of living in Texas. I wouldn't change it for anything :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3975960596293909558?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3975960596293909558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3975960596293909558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3975960596293909558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3975960596293909558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-yall-its-snowing-and-happy-birthday.html' title='Hey, Y&apos;all... it&apos;s snowing (and Happy Birthday to my other BFF)'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4525557887747575823</id><published>2008-12-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:37:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a more positive note...</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was delicious! Some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baked Brie with cranberry and walnut&lt;/span&gt; - I didn't make this but it is worth mentioning. Delicious! It's brie with a pie crust around it, and inside the crust is cranberry sauce and chopped walnuts with apricot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stilton cheese imported from England &lt;/span&gt;- if you have never tasted Stilton, you really should. It's so flavourful and creamy, and goes so perfectly with a big oaky red wine. MMMMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade sage and onion stuffing&lt;/span&gt; - Darice and I bought freshly baked bread and made our own breadcrumbs for the stuffing. I sauteed onions celery and garlic in butter until the onions were soft, then added freshly chopped sage, garlic salt, and chicken stock, combined this all with the breadcrumbs, and baked it for 40 mins. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiner Bock Turkey with sage, rosemary and garlic rub&lt;/span&gt; - I made a sort of pesto with fresh rosemary (swiped from the bush outside my neighbour, Jim's house - thanks Jim for letting me "steal" some), fresh sage, garlic, and olive oil. I rubbed this all over the turkey, and separated the skin from the breast/legs and stuffed a bunch under there too. This year we decided not to stuff the turkey since nobody ever eats the stuffing inside the bird. It kinda groses me out that it's been touching raw poultry. Anyway, I shoved some coarsely chopped onions up the bird's bum, and then poured in 2 bottles of Shiner Bock. I basted the turkey every hour with the Shiner, carefully pushing the baster into some small incisions in the skin to baste under the skin. Oh my! what a wonderful turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange glazed carrots with ginger&lt;/span&gt; - I got the idea for this from weelicious.com (http://weelicious.com/2008/11/25/orange-glazed-carrots/) however, I modified it by using butter instead of vegetable oil. Far less healthy but oh so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garlic mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt; - Freshly chopped garlic, garlic salt, milk, butter, feta cheese. Mash it all together. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade cranberry sauce&lt;/span&gt; - Just a bag of Oceanspray cranberries, a cup of sugar, a cup of water/OJ or so, simmer and presto! way better than the crap you get in the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But the best part of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Bread Pudding&lt;/span&gt; - all credit goes to Darice for making it, and to "Paula Deen, y'all" for coming up with it. It truly, absolutely, was the best bread pudding I've ever had. Ever. Seriously. Go make it. The recipe is here: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/the-best-bread-pudding-recipe/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight variation on the sauce though. We ran out of eggs and we didn't have brandy so we used rum.  It was amazingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the good food, we had good company, and Trent, as always these days, was a proper good boy. And we finally got to use that room at the front of our house... you know... they call it a dining room. It's not just a place for stashing your strollers anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4525557887747575823?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4525557887747575823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4525557887747575823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4525557887747575823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4525557887747575823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-more-positive-note.html' title='on a more positive note...'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-75511111258304826</id><published>2008-12-02T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:04:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas funk</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over, and I can't shake off this grumpy feeling I get whenever the subject of xmas arises. I'm not trying to be a grinch, in fact, I was hoping that this year I would get into the spirit of things because now I have the best reason ever to celebrate xmas... to see my son's face light up when he opens his presents. And I am looking forward to that aspect, but the consumerism of it all just sucks all the joy out of the season for me. I hate having to come up with a list of things I want people to buy me. It takes all the thought out of gift giving if you just send someone a direct link to the item you want. Hell, if we're gonna do that, then let me just go buy it for myself, you go buy your own gift and we'll drop all the pretense that we're being thoughtful and call it even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad attitude, I know. And people want to give gifts that you want and will appreciate, and are asking for my help. But if you know a person well enough to feel like you want to give them a gift, then shouldn't you also know enough about them to make a thoughtful decision for yourself on what the gift should be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the root of my attitude problem is this: last year was Trent's first xmas, and my parents were with me on xmas day for the first time in over a decade, and it was magical. And I suppose I'm protecting my heart from the disappointment of not having them here this xmas by copping a 'tude and setting my expectations low, which consequently makes me grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake it, really I do. Last year I even put lights up. This year I can't be arsed to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-75511111258304826?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/75511111258304826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=75511111258304826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/75511111258304826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/75511111258304826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-funk.html' title='Xmas funk'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4429494460609920052</id><published>2008-11-25T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:35:17.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trent loves his Uncle Kev and Aunt Darice</title><content type='html'>Kevin and Darice arrived on Saturday night. We spent Saturday at Mike and Tara's for the OU game, and Trent was perfectly behaved and sooo cute when he curled up in my lap and went to sleep! Oh it just melts your heart. Kevin and Darice got Trent the coolest present. It's a dinosaur that is about as tall as him from head to floor, and he can sit on its back. At first he didn't know what to make of it, and when we sat him on it he was a bit confused, but now he tries to get on it on his own and bounces on it (it doesn't actually bounce) but he rides it like it does. I think he's going to really enjoy his xmas pressie from Nana and Grandad :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Darice have enjoyed spending time with Trent. The last time they hung out with him he was still very young and not as interactive as he is now. Today we hung out in his play room and went through his flash cards from Renee. This is one of his favourite toys. Today he saw the monkey card and said "mummy" and made an "uuh uhh uh" sound like a monkey. Then he also saw the yak card and repeated the word "yak" after us. It's just amazing how much he's learning right now. So very cool to watch. Every day he busts out with a new word or sign. Yesterday we were driving and he pointed to the car in front of us and signed "car". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that Trent loves his uncle Kev. He sat next to him on the couch and tried to imitate him, and he had the biggest smile on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4429494460609920052?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4429494460609920052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4429494460609920052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4429494460609920052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4429494460609920052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/trent-loves-his-uncle-kev-and-aunt.html' title='Trent loves his Uncle Kev and Aunt Darice'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5398289459557984265</id><published>2008-11-20T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:17:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mushy post about friends</title><content type='html'>This month marks 16 years since the best move my BFF, Barbie ever made. Moving to Texas! Early next year she and I will be celebrating our 16 year anniversary. I've always believed that boyfriends/fair weather friends come and go, but best friends are forever. Sometimes when you make friends, you immediately know you'll be friends forever. Those are the friends with whom you can be completely honest, who can handle you raw, unfiltered opinions, and will always forgive you when you disagree or hurt their feelings. This, for me, is Barbie. There are those friends who slowly become best friends over time, too. Not the same "lightening bolt" so to speak, kind of a slow charge until one day you realize that your week isn't complete unless you interact with this person (you know who you are). Then there are those who you didn't expect to become your best friend but turn out to be irreplaceable (you know who you are, too). &lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first met Barbie. I was fresh off the boat, so to speak, and she had just moved down from Iowa, a cocky 17 year old who thought the world owed her. I would greet her every morning with "morning Baaaaaahb!" and she'd reply "uh.. it's BaR-BIE". And I'd laugh because she hated to be called Barb, and it cracked me up to have her correct me. She was so emphatic and animated. Her hands would go up as a visual cue for me as she sounded out the word "BaR-BIE", and her eyes would kind of dart around in her head. Y'all know the face I'm talking about. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 16 years in Texas, Baaaahb! And here's to another 16 years of us laughing, fighting, and being there for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5398289459557984265?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5398289459557984265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5398289459557984265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5398289459557984265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5398289459557984265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/mushy-post-about-friends.html' title='A mushy post about friends'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-719381159473387548</id><published>2008-11-17T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:26:10.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quality time with Trent</title><content type='html'>Brian made his yearly trip to the race track with the Honda this past weekend. He is now certified to race without an instructor! Go Babe! Unfortunately, he wore through an entire set of brake pads, and is spending today working on getting the Honda back up to spec. He had a blast, though, and he made some very cool new friends. Hopefully he can make this a more frequent trip than just once a year.  Meanwhile, Trent and I spend the whole weekend hanging out, just the two of us. I really enjoyed it, I think Trent did too. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we played and watched the Disney channel, then we went for a run in the afternoon and played some more up until bed time. On Sunday we ran errands together, and had a lunch date a Whataburger. Trent was the most charming lunch date. He used his fries to eat almost a whole carton of BBQ sauce, and he only wore a little bit. We sat and chatted and used lots of sign language and Trent flirted with people as always. When we were leaving a lady came up to us and said that she was really enjoying watching how we interact with each other and she was really impressed with Trent's communication skills. It's so nice when random strangers compliment you on your kid :-) &lt;br /&gt;We also had a productive weekend. Trent helped me vacuum the carpets upstairs (he sat on my hip as I pushed the hoover around), then we cleaned the floors downstairs (Trent pushed the swiffer around), we cleaned out the pantry and Trent helped me by putting things in the trash can and when I was finished, he so helpfully took something out of the trash and put it back in the pantry ;-). And then he helped me fold all the laundry by crawling on it and pulling out random things for me to fold. After a nap and chores we went out for a run to help offset the Whataburger we had for lunch, then we played and Trent took a bath, playing with his new bath boat we picked up during our errands. And we ended the day with stories until Trent signed "sleepy" and he went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;I think alone time with Trent was just what I needed! I'm just so proud of my little helper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-719381159473387548?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/719381159473387548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=719381159473387548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/719381159473387548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/719381159473387548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/quality-time-with-trent.html' title='quality time with Trent'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-998797023822075309</id><published>2008-11-13T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:42:58.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you guys</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that I no longer use the word "you" in its plural form (which is still "you") and instead I use "you guys". Even when I'm referring to women. I do this because in America, using you as plural confuses people and they think you're addressing just one person in a group. At least that's been my experience. I don't like how "you guys" sounds, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to embrace my Texanism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to a conversation near you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Y'all" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in "y'all better not be makin' fun of my accent when I say y'all".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-998797023822075309?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/998797023822075309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=998797023822075309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/998797023822075309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/998797023822075309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-guys.html' title='you guys'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8281782774364708440</id><published>2008-11-10T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:51:28.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog - Free to good home</title><content type='html'>Our neighbor has a puppy he's giving away (FREE). It's a Dachshund, it's house broken, and it's great with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's giving it away because his wife says the dog 'stares' at her when she is undressing, and that gives her the heebie jeebies. I think she is just weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ff you're interested, or know someone who is, let me know. Here's a picture of the dog (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRi6macipQI/AAAAAAAAE0k/H_dkBUEvUik/s1600-h/neighbourdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRi6macipQI/AAAAAAAAE0k/H_dkBUEvUik/s320/neighbourdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267164933306623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. 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I was blown away the other day when Trent picked up a USB thumb-drive that way laying around. My first instinct was to take it from him, but as I was about to, I noticed him putting it up to his ear and trying to talk into it, just like daddy does with his Blue Tooth headset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no flies on this kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8927837392314772101?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8927837392314772101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8927837392314772101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8927837392314772101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8927837392314772101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-blue-tooth.html' title='Baby Blue Tooth'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5933011749765820405</id><published>2008-11-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:48:54.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive!</title><content type='html'>So remember my recent post about my Canon Digital SD450 LDC screen getting shattered?  Well it is now in full working order! Just call me Handy Mandie from now on :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions I used can be found here:&lt;a href="http://www.andyozment.com/guides/broken_lcd_cracked_screen_canon"&gt; http://www.andyozment.com/guides/broken_lcd_cracked_screen_canon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These instructions were spot on and extremely helpful. Without them I probably would have made many mistakes and it likely would have taken many times longer. So thanks, Andy Ozment, for explaining this so well!&lt;br /&gt;One small amendment to Andy's instructions:&lt;br /&gt;In step 6, you actually can remove the tripod mount. I found that there were 2 small screws holding it in place on the SD450, and I undid those and the tripod mount came right out. I highly recommend doing this rather than threading paper through with the old ribbon cable. (I did try that method and broke the paper, which then caused me to look for other options).&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXkovi_mLI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/yqrZ1ItixnE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXkovi_mLI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/yqrZ1ItixnE/s200/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266366727888804018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera with the case removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXk3RmeGWI/AAAAAAAAEzY/i2NMWjs_fcw/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXk3RmeGWI/AAAAAAAAEzY/i2NMWjs_fcw/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266366977548360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera with the LCD removed, but still attached by the ribbon cable. The white area is the LCD backlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXlFWxu8DI/AAAAAAAAEzg/iy2ydAmaXZY/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXlFWxu8DI/AAAAAAAAEzg/iy2ydAmaXZY/s200/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266367219455946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This image shows a piece of paper taped to the ribbon cable so you can pull the new cable through with it. I suggest if you use this method that you use something stronger than paper, like string, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXlX27jB8I/AAAAAAAAEzo/F5XM4FgY-tI/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXlX27jB8I/AAAAAAAAEzo/F5XM4FgY-tI/s200/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266367537324689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the new LCD screen in place after it's been connected to the circuit board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXliYOtsKI/AAAAAAAAEzw/NVW_5cNrTw8/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXliYOtsKI/AAAAAAAAEzw/NVW_5cNrTw8/s200/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266367718062141602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this picture is evidence that it works! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't stop at just fixing the camera. I also wanted to understand how this happened since clearly the glass surrounding the LCD was not actually broken. So I decomposed the LCD screen layer by layer till I found the source of the crack :-)&lt;br /&gt;The screen is made up of two layers of glass. One thicker outer glass, then a paper thin layer of glass, presumably with the transistors embedded into it, which is overlayed by two sheets of flexible polarizing material, with the liquid crystal  between the two. The paper thin glass to which the polarizing material was attached was shattered.  I still have no concrete proof that it was sound that broke the screen. But it's looking more likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5933011749765820405?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5933011749765820405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5933011749765820405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5933011749765820405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5933011749765820405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SRXkovi_mLI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/yqrZ1ItixnE/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-3144114513240346296</id><published>2008-11-06T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:15:03.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Einstein</title><content type='html'>I don't put much stock into other people's comments about their kids being geniuses, or smart, or gifted. I think every parent would like to think that their kid is special, smarter than other kids of the same age, etc. So I am posting this not to say my Trent is a genius, but just to say I'm proud of him for working so hard on his communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school yesterday his teacher told me that they took out a sign language book, and Trent knew far more signs than anyone else in his class (even though he's the youngest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sign language vocabulary is quite impressive, I must admit. He's also mimicking things we say, so now's the time to "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind_your_Ps_and_Qs"&gt;mind your Ps and Qs&lt;/a&gt;" so to speak. He has a toy owl (courtesy of Grandma and Grandpa's trip to Ireland) and he is very fond of it because he actually can say it's name. "Ow-el".  He points to it, or holds it out to show me and says "Ow-el" very clearly. And the other day I asked him what an owl was, and he signed and said bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Trent! we're so proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-3144114513240346296?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/3144114513240346296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=3144114513240346296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3144114513240346296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/3144114513240346296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-einstein.html' title='Baby Einstein'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-5781328708913147559</id><published>2008-11-05T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:04:18.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 08</title><content type='html'>I can't let the presidential election results go uncommented... And I don't like to talk about politics. My views on politics are similar to my views on religion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody's business but mine. And if you want to shove your ideals down my throat or persecute me for mine on either subject, I'm likely to tell you to f*** off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who doesn't have the right to vote in this country, which I might add, is by choice -- I am quite eligable to become a citizen, and I have my reason for not becoming such, which far outweigh any benefit I might gain from doing so -- the most PC thing I can think to say is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Thank you America :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-5781328708913147559?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/5781328708913147559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=5781328708913147559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5781328708913147559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/5781328708913147559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-08.html' title='Election 08'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7704503581918724283</id><published>2008-11-05T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:12:54.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get yer kit off, Jason?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm a huge fan of Jason Statham. I'll watch anything he's in because he usually does awesome action movies where he plays a complete and utter badass, and while he's not the best looking man on the planet, he exudes manly sexiness. I watched "In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale" last night. Well, I attempted to watch it, let's put it that way. About an hour into it I declared it a complete snooze-fest. I've come to expect a certain level of gratuitous shirtlessness and greased-uppedness from Jason, based on his past films, but this movie had no such thing. At least not in the first hour. Where's the hook, man? how are you gonna keep us womenfolk watching if you dunna take yer kit off?  Sure there were some fight scenes in which he was a badass, but again... shirt. Hear me, Hollywood. It's what the ladies want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7704503581918724283?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7704503581918724283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7704503581918724283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7704503581918724283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7704503581918724283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-yer-kit-off-jason.html' title='Get yer kit off, Jason?'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-821201981146077361</id><published>2008-11-03T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:45:11.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suede rocked my LCD screen to pieces!</title><content type='html'>Check out these images of my LCD screen on my Canon SD450:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQ8_-20L2WI/AAAAAAAAEy8/b5yCoIQ5Yis/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQ8_-20L2WI/AAAAAAAAEy8/b5yCoIQ5Yis/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496838518233442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQ9AFo7g-_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/SSJC-XFssmw/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQ9AFo7g-_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/SSJC-XFssmw/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496955049966578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing to note here is that the actual glass is unaffected. It's simply the LCD that is shattered. There's clearly an impact point, which would lead you to believe that something hit it. But I'm 99% sure that nothing hit it. I have no evidence to support this theory, and I've tried Googling it, but no hits, but I think that the sound produced by the band cracked my LCD! Ok, it's a far-fetched idea, but bear with me here. I mean sound waves can actually break glass.   A little background on why I think this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls and I were at the cave party. Suede was playing (side note: Awesome party, very creative costumes). We went to dance and Barbie and I put our purses on top of the speaker. The camera was in my purse, which was never dropped or put in harm's way. I had taken a photo only moments before we went to dance and all was well. The next time I took the camera out, which was a few moments after retrieving my purse from the speaker (where it had stayed the whole time I was dancing), the LCD screen looked like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the camera is toast. It still takes pictures, but I can't access any of the menu functions like this so we're stuck on Automatic.  First instinct is to write it off and buy a new one, but the geek in me wants to take it apart and fix it, bionic man style. I blame my dad for this trait - when I was a kid, I'd always find him in the garage with the back off of a TV or the guts of a VCR hanging out, and I'd watch as he fixed it. Is it strange that I feel a little excited at the prospect of taking something apart? Anyway, I'm gonna order a new LCD and install it myself. What do I have to lose?  If I pay someone to repair it, that would cost more than just buying a new camera. And if I destroy the camera, well ok, I'm out $60 and I no longer have a tiny camera that doesn't fully function and we're back to buying a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the technology. We can rebuild it. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-821201981146077361?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/821201981146077361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=821201981146077361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/821201981146077361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/821201981146077361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/11/suede-rocked-my-lcd-screen-to-pieces.html' title='Suede rocked my LCD screen to pieces!'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQ8_-20L2WI/AAAAAAAAEy8/b5yCoIQ5Yis/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-2033495322707694584</id><published>2008-10-31T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:25:58.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of week 1</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first week in my new job. I've been busy all week and my email inbox is extremely active. I've got about 10 pages of handwritten notes and a todo list as far as the eye can see. And aside from the fact that I have a burning knot in my left shoulder, I'm actually not stressed. Or maybe I am and I'm in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pace of this week isn't an indication of how life will be from now on. I'm hoping it's a learning curve and a matter of getting processes in place, and then thing will slow down. I've managed to get to the gym only once this week and haven't had time to even go for a run. Not good. The silver lining, if you can call it that, is that I'm far too busy to eat. Every day this week I've sent the boys off and got straight the laptop, and around 10:30 my stomach has complained that it's hungry and I've fed it something to shut it up, like a banana, or a small bowl of cereal. Then by 3pm I've realized that I've missed lunch, so I grab a large handfull of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms (curse you Costco for having a 5lb bag of them!). Then, realizing it's too late to eat otherwise I'll mess up everyone else's dinner schedule, I suffer through till dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when things settle down I'll be able to get back into a healthy routine. Hey, at least I'm not bored at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-2033495322707694584?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/2033495322707694584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=2033495322707694584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2033495322707694584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/2033495322707694584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-week-1.html' title='End of week 1'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8505361847740775437</id><published>2008-10-30T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:56:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trent "Awesome" Bauman</title><content type='html'>The "A" is for "Awesome".&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to bore you by bragging about my kid. I always got so annoyed by those parents who felt it necessary to share every little detail of their kid's development with me. Like "little Jimmy drank out of a big boy cup today!". I never quite got the significance of those tiny accomplishments, passing them off as "big fricking deal, my cat can do that". Having lived with Trent now for almost 16 months, I can really appreciate this type of cheer leading for your kid. Aside from the wailing episode from the recent haircut, Trent is the most amazing, sweet kid I've ever met. Ok, granted, I'm biased,  but every day I'm just blown away by something he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he has been so cooperative when he's getting dressed/undressed. He used to struggle and fight but now he actually assists.&lt;br /&gt;He is now really good at eating with a fork/spoon. Almost always gets the food into his mouth. When he comes home from school, he immediately goes over to his chair and indicates that he'd like you to help him get in it.&lt;br /&gt;He can drink from a regular cup now without spilling it all down the front of him, and he will put the cup down without knocking it over. While I always thought this was no big deal, it actually is because so many times he's tipped the cup too far and ended up wearing the contents. They also go through a throwing phase with cups, where when they're done, they just let go or toss it. You can't do that with a regular cup.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's all the words he's saying - he's repeating a lot of the things we say. He's using his sign language consistently, and he's sounding out the letters of the alphabet when I use the flash cards with him.  It's so cute when he hears Brian in a different room, and he says "dada!" and does the sign, then goes to find him.&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend he actually took a nap without fighting me, largely thanks to Grandma, who simply put him in his crib and walked away. He doesn't try to push Grandma's buttons like he does me. But following her lead the next day I put him down for his nap and walked away. Presto! the kid rolled over and slept!&lt;br /&gt;The last several nights he's signed that he's tired and gestured to get into his crib! Usually, when we put him in his crib, he'd have a little fuss for a few seconds, but now he's just rolling over, hugging his night-night bear, and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I'm so impressed by how smart he is. Lately he's been learning to put the shapes into the shape sorter. He consistently goes for the circle or square and knows which holes they go through. The other shapes he's working on, and with just a little pointing from me, he wrestles them into the right holes.  He's also doing really well with the stacking cups. He now builds towers all on his own using the cups in the right size order, and then he nests them, experimenting with the different sizes till the right one fits. He seems to have a very logical mind, which I think he must get from Brian. For that I'm very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening after dinner, we go up to his play room and spend an hour playing before bed. And every evening he does something that makes me so proud of him, whether it's sorting blocks, building towers, gathering toys and putting them away in their bins, or simply curling up on my lap for a story. I sure do love my little guy. He's so cool right now that I want to freeze time and keep him like this forever. But I know even cooler times are ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I can totally see now why people have more than one kid. Not that we have any plans for more right now, so you can all let out that breath you  just sucked in and held for a split second longer than normal breathing ;-) I'm just saying that with how awesome Trent is these days, we wouldn't be opposed to having another one just like him. And the liklihood of having another one just like him is quite remote... so that's just a silly pipe dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8505361847740775437?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8505361847740775437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8505361847740775437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8505361847740775437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8505361847740775437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/trent-awesome-bauman.html' title='Trent &quot;Awesome&quot; Bauman'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8410828446118286616</id><published>2008-10-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:52:41.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeny Todd</title><content type='html'>This morning, as I sent my boys off to school and work, I couldn't help taking a time out to snap a few quick shots of Trent.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he went through the trauma of a haircut. He hates having his hair cut and it takes two of us to hold him down as he wriggles and struggles, screaming like we're trying to actually cut his head off or something.&lt;br /&gt;I use clippers, which is part of the problem. He doesn't like the sound of them. Grandma had a good suggestion - she said maybe I should let him hold them for a while and get used to the sound. But, alas!, it didn't work out so well. He immediately cried as soon as I turned them on. Even when I stopped using them, and set about him with the scissors he freaked out because he was being held against his will. Tossing his head around. You have to be really careful with a pair of scissors around a writhing 15 month old, it's kind of like trying to shave a cat.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried other methods of cutting his hair, such as waiting for him to fall asleep in his buggy, and then giving him a stealth haircut. But it's hard to do and I can never get the back properly.  Again, the though of duct taping him to a chair crossed my mind, but that'd make me a bad mother and CPS would be knocking on my door if they caught wind of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end result is always worth the agony. Just take a look a this handsome fella I woke up to this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQiGtu5g7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/3hQurEnkcmU/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQiGtu5g7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/3hQurEnkcmU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262604284823923762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8410828446118286616?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8410828446118286616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8410828446118286616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8410828446118286616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8410828446118286616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweeny-todd.html' title='Sweeny Todd'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suQgf3VlGRM/SQiGtu5g7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/3hQurEnkcmU/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-4263245121113630075</id><published>2008-10-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:25:19.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day on the new job</title><content type='html'>Monday was my first day on my new job. My day flew by but I couldn't tell you what I did with the time, really. I've spent the past 7 years working, for the most part, with the same set of developers, and essentially on the same product, although the product (well just call it XPD)  has morphed and changed over the years. So I've had a very narrow view of the world for a long time. Living and breathing XPD, not having the time to raise my head up and take a look around me to see what else goes on. And now suddenly I find myself up in the clouds looking down at the bigger picture. It's still not the big picture in the grand scheme of things, but it's definitely a bigger picture than I'm used to. &lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting, refreshing, actually, to think of something other than XPD.  It's not without it's bad points, though. As with all change, with it comes the feeling like big dumb ass because I don't know anything yet, and I don't even know what it is I don't know so I can't ask good questions. But I know this is temporary and I am going to rock this job. I just have to figure out how to divide that bigger picture into manageable chunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-4263245121113630075?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/4263245121113630075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=4263245121113630075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4263245121113630075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/4263245121113630075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-day-on-new-job.html' title='1st day on the new job'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-1853297392358221866</id><published>2008-10-27T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:00:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend fun</title><content type='html'>Trent and I ran 8 miles with Uncle Mike on Saturday. That was my first time to run 8 miles since my last marathon, I think...  We both felt great, though (Mike and I). Trent seemed to enjoy the scenery around Brushy Creek Park as well. When we arrived home, Grandma and Grandpapparazi were here! Brian and Grandpa spent the entire weekend trying to fix a broken sprinkler in our back yard, meanwhile Grandma and I entertained Trent.&lt;br /&gt;Trent is learning so fast these days, it's amazing to watch. Some of the things he does leads me to believe he's got a very logical and analytical mind. We spent a lot of time building towers, sorting shapes, climbing up and down stairs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night I got a reprieve from the routine to go shake my bum at Cool River with my favourite band, spending the majority of the evening dancing up front with my "partner in crime", Michelle. I've mentioned this before that the people watching at Cool River is stellar. This night was no exception. I hate the place, but I love it, and for the same reason. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got a hankerin' (that's the Texan in me coming out) for ribs and in the interest of time, we opted to satisfy my hankerin' with a trip to Rudy's. Not the best place for ribs (y'all remember the Salt Lick, right?), but good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wouldn't bore people with the details of Trent's nightly routine, but this warrants a mention. Last night after his bath, Trent actually asked to be put in his crib. He signed that he was tired, then he walked up to the crib, put both hands on the bars and tried to climb up. When I picked him up and put him in he rolled right over with this night-night bear, and went to sleep. What a good boy! Brian and I came down stairs and were like "did that just happen?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-1853297392358221866?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/1853297392358221866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=1853297392358221866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1853297392358221866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/1853297392358221866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend fun'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-7962879632614527887</id><published>2008-10-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:19:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>This week's been pretty fun. On Thursday night I finally introduced a new set of my girl friends to Suede at Cedar Street. Renee was skeptical because she's not a fan of cover bands, but it was so much fun for me to see the look on her face as they rocked out. I think she was sold by the time they got to Van Halen. The other two, Veronica and Mara, joined us up front for the obligatory booty shaking.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday evening Brian, Trent and I were planning a family dinner at County Line, but Aunt Tara offered to take Trent for the evening so Brian and I could have a date. Of course we took her up on the offer and went out for dinner, just the two of us. We had such a great time talking and being just us. It's surprising how you don't realize how little time you're making for one another when you are so busy raising a kid. It's also surprising to realize how relaxing it is to have dinner sans kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this weekend, Trent and I have ran 14 miles over 2 days. We thought about doing the IBM 10K but it was too early in the morning and I was feeling slightly lazy. Several of our friends ran it, though, and I can't wait to hear how it went for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week till new job starts. I'm sooooo ready for the change. I will miss working with my old team, though. I've been working with this group of developers for 7 years. I guess you could say I have a 7 year itch.  I'm struggling to come to terms with the fact that I'll be giving up my technical skills to do my new job. It doesn't take long to get rusty in this industry, so I need to be ok with that. Part of me thinks I could still keep up with the technology. Maybe I can. Or maybe I just need to deal with the fact that I'll be aquiring new skills and focusing on my soft skills. Anyway, it's a good, scary change. I needed to shake things up a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-7962879632614527887?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/7962879632614527887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=7962879632614527887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7962879632614527887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/7962879632614527887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733206.post-8031848130015099187</id><published>2008-10-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:48:00.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>OK. Now that it's been announced, I can share a limited amount of details on what my new job is.  Of course, I never reveal which company I work with, or mention any co-workers or manager names in my blog, so if you want more details than this, you can contact me directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying with my current company, and I am even staying within my current division. I'm going to be a Program Manager. I'll be reporting to a 2nd line manager in my organization now, and will be managing a program that identifies the need for technical articles, finds writers willing to write the content,  and connect them with the appropriate delivery formats and vehicles for that type of documentation.  That's an over simplified version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mixture of feelings about the new role. I'm ready for a change and I feel like it's long overdue, but of course I've been in my comfort zone for so long now that it's a scary change. It's also a very visible role, and being an introvert (gasp! it's true), this is the part I'm struggling with the most.  I can't let fear keep me in my comfort zone, though, so here we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733206-8031848130015099187?l=brianandmandie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/feeds/8031848130015099187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733206&amp;postID=8031848130015099187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8031848130015099187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733206/posts/default/8031848130015099187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmandie.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Mandie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863801224859248280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/8373/320/Bri_ajb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
