<?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-5023418095042486211</id><updated>2011-09-27T13:41:11.912-07:00</updated><category term='traffic school discount'/><title type='text'>BatMom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8294194527768432111</id><published>2010-02-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:45:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than Gingerbread Men</title><content type='html'>I have this fond memory of my childhood with my mother: She used to make gingerbread men with me when I was really young. I am actually really thankful to have that memory, but when I shared it with my kids this morning, they asked if I had nice memories of them - so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kyle was born I loved (more than anything else up until that point in my life) the 3am feedings. I could sit and look at him and hold him and watch "I Love Lucy" or "Twilight Zone" while he ate. It was the best feeling ever! I loved when he was 2 and learning his alphabet and potty training which led to him saying that he went "Q" in the potty (think about it). I loved watching him when he was 4 play like he was a tank and shoot his fingers at the side of his ears. I love that he is still not embarrassed to kiss me hello or good-bye in front of his friends and he will be seventeen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jake was little if he had been at preschool or when he was in elementary school I would always make a big deal saying that he had a new freckle on his nose when I picked him up. I would point at it and kiss it and he would laugh and say "stop mom!" but then once in a while when I'd forget he'd ask "Mom, do I have a new freckle today?" We also played the game "Who is the best mom?" I would ask, "Jake, who is the BEST mom in the world?" and he would respond, "Karen" and I'd start tickling him, so he'd say "No mom, wait stop." I'd stop tickling and he'd say, "Sister Mikesell," and the tickling would begin again. It would go on along those lines until eventually he'd kiss me and say that of course &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was the best mom. I love that even though he says I am a big dork, I think that he &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;thinks I am the best mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8294194527768432111?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8294194527768432111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8294194527768432111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8294194527768432111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8294194527768432111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-than-gingerbread-men.html' title='Better than Gingerbread Men'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-1612698980763631944</id><published>2009-12-09T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:53:21.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously So Blessed</title><content type='html'>I have completely plagerized the title of this post from one of the most entertaining blogs I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this not because I am trying to be like TAMN but because I am "Seriously So Blessed". Yes, we have been having some difficult times and I do have moments when I just want things to be different, when I wish we had 'disposable income' when I find myself jealous of the 'things' my friends are able to purchase that I can't fathom being able to buy. But really look at this:&lt;br /&gt;Even though the idiot lights keep coming on in my car, I have a car that gets me and my family where we need to go. Even though I can't afford a new computer, we have food on our table every night. Even though I am not rich and famous I have friends and family that love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously so blessed...... and I am so thankful to God for all that He has given me in this life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-1612698980763631944?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/1612698980763631944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=1612698980763631944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1612698980763631944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1612698980763631944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='Seriously So Blessed'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-616094282922733343</id><published>2009-12-04T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:21:13.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>Today I updated my status on facebook asking for a moment of silence for the motherboard of my seven year old laptop.&lt;br /&gt;While it will still turn on and has stretches of minutes at a time before kicking me off the internet or blinding my eyes with the blue screen of death, said motherboard is dying and by the time I pick it up from Agent Anderson at the Geek Squad, she may be completely dead.&lt;br /&gt;As I am wont to do, I expected immediate funny condolences from friends who would find my recent loss amusing or even slightly sad (I mean, it is a computer not a friend or family member!) After ten minutes of NOTHING, I have taken the status down and replaced it with "I Wish."&lt;br /&gt;Because, I wish - unrealistically, that it would last another four years, that I had been able to keep my job for another four months (because that was how on track we had been to be out of debt!), that I had not suffered from oversharing at the Relief Society party Tuesday night, that I could give my children the Christmas that they want (and deserve), that I could afford to help out some of the people I care about who need it financially, that I could live closer to my dad, that I hadn't driven into the Patrick Henry parking lot yesterday, that I would remember to do all of the things I need to do and then do them, that I wasn't feeling so sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-616094282922733343?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/616094282922733343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=616094282922733343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/616094282922733343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/616094282922733343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8878174230195882120</id><published>2009-09-20T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:18:27.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>I am brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today (like many days) I had something remind me of one of my dearest friends. Unlike those other days that I have let pass without contacting her, I sent her an email (knowing full well that she never checks that address anymore, but that I would be able to send another email expounding on the story when I got home and she’d eventually get the message.) As good fortune, and Katherine’s ability to listen to the promptings of the Holy Ghost, would have it; she checked her email and at the top of the list of 1700 emails she was about to delete was mine in all caps I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            She wrote back and gave me her phone number which allowed me to call her back and share my funny story of the small world in which we live that has brought another girl we knew 17 years ago, close to being (but thankfully not) back in my life. The story of this girl is best left for another time. The goodness of today was in the fact that I was able to reconnect with my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Katherine has always been my biggest cheerleader and the person who has taught me that I am better than I always thought I was. She is the person who I have called (on too many occasions) when I needed a friend. I don’t have a lot of close friends, I have a lot of casual friends and acquaintances who I really like, but Katherine is my friend, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Today as we talked, I told her about my fears with this creative writing class I am taking and my fear about sharing my first story with the class – you know how bad it might be, how it might be mocked, how I might really SUCK at it, and how I have for most of my life tended to lead with my insecurity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Well, for class this Wednesday the teacher sent out four of the stories written by my classmates. We are to read, comment and prepare for the presentation of these four stories this week. I just read the first story – and have to conclude that I am brilliant and have nothing to worry about. I wish I could post it here, but I can’t. I will eventually post my own story, but when I do... and you read it… please know that in comparison with some of the other stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I am brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8878174230195882120?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8878174230195882120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8878174230195882120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8878174230195882120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8878174230195882120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3420232407951737483</id><published>2009-08-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:12:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has Started.... For Me...</title><content type='html'>Last spring school really got busy and I had a heavy load keeping up with my classes but I finished 14 units with all A's. I even got a letter from the dean or president of Grossmont (whatever he is called) commending me and saying I was on his "list" Doug scolded me for throwing it away, but really, what in the heck would I do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So this was my first week of classes for the fall semester. For the 3rd semester in a row, I dropped History of Rock Music (satisfies humanities requirement). There is no end to the cr*p I have gotten from Doug and now Kyle about this one, but really, I can do it next semester. I substituted an aerobic walking class which now gives me 12.5 units as opposed to 14, and I can take both next semester and have 12.5 as opposed to the 8 I would have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Which brings me to my only night class. Last spring when I met with one of the school counselors to discuss transferring to a 4 year she noticed a not so good grade on one of my old - straight from high school - college classes (what a shock!) The class was listed on my transcript as "Intro to Fiction" I was halfway through that semester and taking "Intro to Literature" which was almost an identical class to the original class, but the counselor was certain that the 4 year wouldn't think it was the same class, so she said I needed to take "Intro to Fiction Writing". Freakin' scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am pretty certain that there are TONS of people who want to write and be recognized for their writing, I am not immune to this desire, in fact, I have a number of "started" stories. But the idea of actually finishing one and putting it "out there" for criticism whether constructive or not is terrifying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Last night was my first "Intro to Fiction Writing" class. The instructor, so far, seems really great and I feel comfortable because I like to think that I am a pretty well-read person so I can sort of "get" a lot of what she is saying. About 3/4 of the way through the class, she divided us up into groups of 4. My group was 3 boys and me..... let's call them Stinky, Sleepy &amp;amp; Twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Stinky was seated at the desk in front of me for the whole class and in addition to the obvious social disabilites this poor kid had he was also in some severe gastrointestinal distress. I don't think Sleepy really was you know, sleepy, but he was so quiet and by far the nicest of this male trio. Twit was just that. He brought his bike into the classroom as opposed to locking it on the bike rack three feet from the door, and if he had been sporting big bushy hair, he might have been &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/thegoodefamily/index"&gt;Gerald Goode's&lt;/a&gt; twin. Twit &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;sporting a mac shirt, you know the one - with the bitten apple on the front. I had already spoken to Stinky and Sleepy, so in an effort at friendly humor I said to him: "I can see you are a P.C." Instead of words, I was met with a humorless smile. YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, this is the most scary of all my classes even math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We began the "workshopping" exercise and Stinky puts forth what I initially thought of as a really overused, contrived and expected character &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no I didn't say that out loud!)&lt;/span&gt; During his presentation, Twit was rolling his eyes, sighing and genrally giving off a very negative vibe, so I suggested a different type character. (I'm not really naieve enough to think mine was the better way to go, but I know it was more original) Twit then says "No, I'm really liking Stinky's idea" ooooookay. Each of us continue to give ideas; however, our moderator (scribe), Twit, didn't seem to hear &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; I said. Until at one point, having shot down EVERY idea I contributed, I suggest a name for one of the characters &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Twit doesn't hear)&lt;/span&gt; Sleepy heard me and repeated the name and Twit says to Sleepy "I really like that name you said!" ummm, Sleepy said "Oh, well, she....." Twit's eyes glaze over and he turns away. A few seconds later, as I attempt to give more input... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you really just won't believe it&lt;/span&gt;... Twit says: "Shhhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, at this point I have a VERY QUICK mental debate over how to handle this situation finally deciding on the following exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "UM, did you just shush me?"&lt;br /&gt;Twit: "oh, uh, what?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Just now, did you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; just shush me?"&lt;br /&gt;Stinky: "I thought he did too and couldn't believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So - you just shushed me? &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Twit: "OH NO! I was just about to say something and I sort of lost it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dang right you did - I could snap your scrawny little body between my thumb and forefinger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-3420232407951737483?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/3420232407951737483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=3420232407951737483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3420232407951737483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3420232407951737483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-has-started-for-me.html' title='School Has Started.... For Me...'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4525318639899656019</id><published>2009-05-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:06:35.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wipe the smile off my face....</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE the &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/"&gt;Fug Girls&lt;/a&gt;? Well, I do. They are brilliant! And they have given me a smile that just won't go away. Never having seen a single episode of "One Tree Hill" I had no idea what a brilliant comedy I was missing! If you are a regular viewer of the show, I am sure that this episode was heart wrenching, but man I am still giggling and really I did need this giggle to help alleviate the pressures of my final papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzPDEirVTZk&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4525318639899656019?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4525318639899656019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4525318639899656019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4525318639899656019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4525318639899656019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-wipe-smile-off-my-face.html' title='Can&apos;t wipe the smile off my face....'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-2961173969831426688</id><published>2009-03-24T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:43:50.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>With some recent startling news, I have spent some time reflecting on myself as a friend to others. I am (of course in my own view) a pretty outgoing person, who has tentative moments when meeting people for the first time. I don't often meet people that I don't like, for the most part it happens after something has rubbed me the wrong way in their demeanor or actions and unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view of the situation) I can rarely hide my feelings about those people.&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about me (of course in my own view) is that I am not a big socializer. I'd rather sit at home and watch tv with my kids and husband than go out with the girls, but I have been on a few 'outings' with my girlfriends! I have had exactly 3 friends since my husband and I got married that I have ever &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; confided things to, but I have lots of women who I really respect and love to be around. Most of the time, I really intend to call these women at one point or another and if I actually get around to doing it, I always enjoy when we spend time together (even though I felt like a tag along I had a &lt;em&gt;great &lt;/em&gt;time with Justyn and Heidi when we went shopping for bags a couple of years ago) but that is just it! I can count on one hand the times I have actually called someone that was on my mind up and said, "Hey, let's go get lunch, or yogurt, or window shop or (fill in your own blank here)".&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I called one of my friends, Alyssa to let her know that I needed to make a change in our trust and if she hadn't gotten her notary stamp yet to give me a call anytime she needed a notary since I had quite a bit of new free time and I had such a good time with her the last time we went to a meeting together and she said that no, she hadn't gotten her notary stamp and that she'd give me a call and we'd get together with our other friend Erin and have lunch again since it had been I think 6 months since the last lunch. You know.... the usual chat you have. And let me tell you, I love this girl Alyssa, she is smart and sweet and funny and I always wished she had met my brother in law before she met her husband (whole other story there!) For the last 3 weeks she has been on my mind A LOT! I mean I have thought about her at least once or twice a day and 4-5 days in the week and I have really meant to call her because obviously I need to etc....&lt;br /&gt;To say you could have knocked me over with a feather when I got the call on Sunday night that she passed away the night before. Only 4 days after her 38th birthday would be a huge understatement. For the past couple of days I have walked around in a daze really kicking myself in the butt for not having called her when I obviously had been prompted to feeling like a big steaming pile of poo! (can I say that Alyssa would be the first to laugh at that analogy) It wasn't until I spoke to Erin that I started feeling a little better, but you should know (and if you are reading this I do mean you since like 4 people read this) I am so grateful for the pals I have and if any one of you needed me I would be there for you, and I promise if I get the prompting and you are on my mind - I won't be ignoring that one ever again..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-2961173969831426688?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/2961173969831426688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=2961173969831426688' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2961173969831426688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2961173969831426688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8790914083756633550</id><published>2009-03-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:03:34.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out.......</title><content type='html'>So, my last post was that I was coming out of retirement. I had a couple who called about having me shoot their wedding so I updated my portfolio blog with a few (admittedly very few) photos from previous weddings. They decided to go another way, but I have added a few other photos to the blog and would like some feedback on what y'all think. Please!! See the "PORTFOLIO" link on the right? Good, cuz I am too darn lazy to put a link in this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8790914083756633550?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8790914083756633550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8790914083756633550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8790914083756633550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8790914083756633550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out.......'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7779741410352744824</id><published>2009-02-26T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:53:43.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out (of retirement)</title><content type='html'>Since there has been a recent change in my employment, I am beginning to take photography jobs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out my &lt;a href="http://batmomportfolio.blogspot.com/"&gt;PORTFOLIO &lt;/a&gt;let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7779741410352744824?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7779741410352744824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7779741410352744824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7779741410352744824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7779741410352744824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/02/coming-out-of-retirement.html' title='Coming Out (of retirement)'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-9073466203490157224</id><published>2009-01-26T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:56:07.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I got THAT out of the way!</title><content type='html'>I went to Anaheim yesterday to see my sister at C.H.A. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah, I had no idea what the heck it meant either!)&lt;/span&gt; We figured out that we hadn't seen each other in almost 9 years! Can you freakin believe that?!?!? I am not happy about that but what amazed me was that it didn't feel like that long since we talk so often. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing she made me do was stand in a line &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this is so embarrassing)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The whole thing was supposed to have begun at 2pm and when we got in line it was 2:30. After 15 or 20 minutes it happened, and we happened to be in the best position to see it! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(so fully embarrassing!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Here she came...we were halfway down the row and at the beginning of the row she stopped (this is ridiculous of me, but I thought she was talking to the lady in that first booth, no, she saw a mirror and had to stop and admire her own reflection for almost a full minute). I was AMAZED at how she walked through that group of people with her body guards and didn't notice a single other person there but herself! Honestly, how can someone be so completely detached from their own &lt;em&gt;environment&lt;/em&gt;! COMPLETELY AMAZING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the 2 things I can say about the girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) She is freakin' tiny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She has beautiful skin! (I would like to know how deep that layer of makeup was though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I not mention who it was yet? IT IS BECAUSE I AM SOOOOO EMBARRASSED!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;paris hilton &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apparently she is a fabulous paper designer now)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I could just freakin die, I am so embarrassed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebobbypin.com/2009/01/oh-yes-shes-serious.html"&gt;(Natalie, this is for you! My sister got the photo on her camera!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295708526686858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SX4i2N8tbnI/AAAAAAAAARo/c8cihtpLvPk/s400/Paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-9073466203490157224?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/9073466203490157224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=9073466203490157224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9073466203490157224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9073466203490157224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-that-i-got-that-out-of-way.html' title='Now that I got THAT out of the way!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SX4i2N8tbnI/AAAAAAAAARo/c8cihtpLvPk/s72-c/Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4249502200453798501</id><published>2009-01-26T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:28:35.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Cliche</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am the 2009 Cliche that you have been hearing about on television and the radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been laid off from my job and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;returning&lt;/span&gt; to school full-time. As far as the job goes, I really felt it coming for about the last 4 months. To be honest if my boss hadn't sat me down 3 months ago to give me the talk about how my job was "secure" and if anyone suffered from the market downturn it would be the 2 partners I wouldn't have felt so blindsided. At my last staff meeting they told Janelle and I that they would either have to let one of us go or put us both to part time (me working 3hrs a day and her 5 and they had already calculated that I'd make more on unemployment &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see where they were going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) My last week at work was very uneventful (I finished the last 3 days knowing I'd be leaving) I thought that they'd have a lunch or some sort of send off, but it was a very uneventful day. This is my first time leaving a job where I didn't instigate the process and from what I was told when I left we would all still be on friendly terms and they still liked me. The Sunday following though, I realized that was not entirely accurate. Both bosses came to our ward - neither spoke to me and one wouldn't even look in my direction! (I was told that my first day not being at work he was walking around singing and happier than he had been in &lt;em&gt;months!&lt;/em&gt;) I had to go into the office that next day and again, he immediately got on the phone and wouldn't look up when I tried to make eye contact. So, the only thing I can equate it to is a bad break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking 14 units, today was my first day back in school and it was great! I am really trying to look at this whole thing as a blessing in disguise, which actually works for the most part. The hardest part is when I want to go out and buy dinner or take treats to a friend I am sort of short on cash &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SHOCKING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  I hate being on a budget - I should say I hate being on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; budget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4249502200453798501?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4249502200453798501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4249502200453798501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4249502200453798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4249502200453798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-cliche.html' title='I am a Cliche'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6925267520479993398</id><published>2008-12-18T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:43:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Law &amp; Order Moment</title><content type='html'>So as everyone knows, I got a speeding ticket in &lt;a href="http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/speeding-along.html"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;. The nice officer &lt;em&gt;says &lt;/em&gt;he caught me doing 16 mph over the limit. I was guilty. For speeding, not the 16 over. The lovely letter came at the end of November saying that I owed $315 to the East County by December 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and on top of that I could pay for traffic school! (if I was eligible - which I was, since I haven't had a speeding ticket since 1989!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to pay the fine and turn in my traffic school diploma. At the payment desk I mentioned to the kid (really, he looked younger than my 15 year old) that I was not in fact doing the full 16 mph over the limit for which the officer wrote the ticket. He let me know that 16 is the magic number which raises the charge for the ticket and asked if I wanted to talk to the judge (for crying out loud - DID I?!?!?) Off I went to the courtroom reserved for flagrant traffic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;violators&lt;/span&gt;, like me. (I should probably mention here that I sat outside the courtroom for 5 minutes before realizing that I was supposed to wait &lt;em&gt;inside.&lt;/em&gt; It was a little embarrassing, but nobody knew - until now.) Luckily, they hadn't yet called my name. So I sat watching as folks plead guilty and not guilty for different offenses such as speeding, driving at night with no lights (that one was kind of interesting) no proof of insurance, driving on a suspended license....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just insert here that my whole life I have &lt;em&gt;LOVED &lt;/em&gt;the energy in a courtroom even this traffic court! My turn came, and I stood up and plead guilty but noted that I was not going 16 mph over the limit. The judge asked how fast I thought I was going and so I told him between 5 and 12 over. (truth be told, I don't think I was going more than 10 over, but I wasn't sure he'd buy it). He offered me traffic school (oops - already did it!) no problem just give the original certificate to the court clerk (maybe I should have made a copy - too late!) "Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Batson&lt;/span&gt;, since you have a clean record I will reduce the fine to $235. You have a nice day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know $235 is crazy!! My friend who got a ticket for going 16 over in San Diego only paid $189 and she didn't dispute anything! But it was reduced by $80 which was worth the hour that it took to take care of it &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;I got to spend a few minutes in a (traffic) courtroom, and talk to the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to go upstairs to the civil courtroom of my former professor, but 1. I wasn't sure he would remember me and 2. If he did, he wouldn't be able to chat with me, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I ended up (in my head) after my field trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish that I could just take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' LSAT on an A.S. degree and get into law school! One of the local schools used to allow that! and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went to work at the courthouse just to be around the "environment" I would end up with a job in the back room, processing people's payment of fines. Not exactly the place I'd want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******I DO owe a big, fat thanks to Justyn and her sister Erin (the best hair do-er in the world!) for prompting me to take the route of trying to get this lowered - IT WORKED!***************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6925267520479993398?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6925267520479993398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6925267520479993398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6925267520479993398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6925267520479993398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/law-order-moment.html' title='A Law &amp; Order Moment'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-9003837011944782940</id><published>2008-12-12T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:24.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Egg nog or Hot chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Nog! Hot chocolate all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sits them under the tree. Now that my kids are ‘older’ he wraps many of them days in advance and puts them under the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Colored lights on a tree/house or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love White lights to help all the beautiful colored ornaments stand out! (I agree with Heidi – white lights on the tree. We put colored lights on the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Do I hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I kind of wish I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do I put up my decorations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get our tree the Monday after Thanksgiving and decorate for FHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. What is my favorite holiday dish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the comfort foods I grew up with that I don’t get to have anymore – sausage balls for breakfast, broccoli casserole, cornbread stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at my grandmother’s house one Christmas Eve with my Jorstad cousins and my older cousin Debbie kept looking out the window and was sure that she saw Rudolph’s red nose. Of course then we all saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. When and how did I learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as my favorite holiday memory – Debbie’s little sister Julie told me there was no Santa because she had a price tag on her coloring book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Do we open a Christmas gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with that tradition, and Doug kicked against it for years! Now, we open pajamas on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. How do I decorate our tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White lights – mostly red balls (sometimes red bows) a few ornaments for the years we have been married lots are those cutesy family ornaments with our names. And lots of stuff the kids made when they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. Can I ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, too chicken to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Can I remember my favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Beasley, I think I was like 2 when I got this (it was from a really popular tv show at the time and now I feel older than dirt!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279009398396653106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SULPFBVhjjI/AAAAAAAAARY/RGwZ264pN4k/s400/mrsbeasleydoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. What is the most important thing about the holidays for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family time and also service to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. What is my favorite holiday dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana split pie (holy cow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15. What is my favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. What tops my tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. What do I prefer - Giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. What is my favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol of the Bells &amp;amp; Angels We have heard on High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. Candy Canes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, especially at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tag... Jennifer, Candace, Danielle, Chelsea, (Heidi already got most of my friends!) Go get it Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-9003837011944782940?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/9003837011944782940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=9003837011944782940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9003837011944782940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9003837011944782940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions-tag.html' title='Christmas Traditions Tag'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SULPFBVhjjI/AAAAAAAAARY/RGwZ264pN4k/s72-c/mrsbeasleydoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4600863287952701168</id><published>2008-12-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:15:54.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic school discount'/><title type='text'>Speeding along</title><content type='html'>Well, back in October I got a speeding ticket. I wasn't even in a hurry. I was headed home after dropping the kids off at school to meet a repairman, I had plenty of time and just as I realized that I was far ahead of the rest of the traffic and began to apply pressure to the brake pedal, I saw the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoodle&lt;/span&gt;, it was the first time in 19 years that I had been pulled over. The cop was pretty nice, and said that since the holidays were coming up he would put my ticket out a while (yeah, right). It came in the mail at the end of November and is due December 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; that $300 ticket won't interfere with the holidays &lt;em&gt;at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone else in the Southern California region finds themselves in need of traffic school may I recommend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gototrafficschool&lt;/span&gt;.com? I have a referral code that will give you a discount &lt;a href="http://gototrafficschool.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XMB&lt;/span&gt;-E7D-M2B&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty fast and easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4600863287952701168?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4600863287952701168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4600863287952701168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4600863287952701168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4600863287952701168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/speeding-along.html' title='Speeding along'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7222590306147378743</id><published>2008-12-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:00:01.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Bowl</title><content type='html'>Now:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STiiMXvDZMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dYf8iSdLv0A/s1600-h/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276145296878036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STiiMXvDZMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dYf8iSdLv0A/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As everyone knows this was a pretty wet Thanksgiving. It was also kind of bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kyle was young, probably 4 he wanted to have a Turkey bowl. So, we got together with our neighbors and as many other friends we could gather and had a huge time! Every Thanksgiving we had families with kids from 4 - adults and we played football and soccer most years we had families from out of town join us, sometimes people we knew would drive by and see us on the field and stop to participate. Boys and girls would play, I actually played a couple of times! Then 2 years ago it was our last Turkey bowl - our friends moved to Poway, and a tradition came to an end. Last year our family went on a cruise, so I didn't miss it as much as I thought I would and this year I missed it more than I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151985309410834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STioRsFW5hI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yslnDAJTTk0/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7222590306147378743?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7222590306147378743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7222590306147378743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7222590306147378743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7222590306147378743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-bowl.html' title='Turkey Bowl'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STiiMXvDZMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dYf8iSdLv0A/s72-c/DSC_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-387693579556361518</id><published>2008-12-04T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:35:43.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi's Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig_O1JVjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/N5stg9z9ghM/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143971637745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig_O1JVjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/N5stg9z9ghM/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig-8pqvMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/13E4IN0Xzmk/s1600-h/DSC_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143966757764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig-8pqvMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/13E4IN0Xzmk/s320/DSC_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig9ynysxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VernjpE5Z7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143946885673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig9ynysxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VernjpE5Z7Y/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig9F6ximI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7Hdqk5RdrEk/s1600-h/DSC_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143934885694050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig9F6ximI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7Hdqk5RdrEk/s320/DSC_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig8-hxxNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TraEew4BiIk/s1600-h/DSC_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143932901803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig8-hxxNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TraEew4BiIk/s320/DSC_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so, i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; as a photographer these pics are not (quality wise) ones to put in a portfolio but, we had a fun night! &lt;div&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/5023418095042486211-387693579556361518?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/387693579556361518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=387693579556361518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/387693579556361518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/387693579556361518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/heidis-shower.html' title='Heidi&apos;s Shower!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STig_O1JVjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/N5stg9z9ghM/s72-c/DSC_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-714050526926283561</id><published>2008-12-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:46:20.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahahaha give it a minute to load!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-714050526926283561?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/714050526926283561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=714050526926283561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/714050526926283561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/714050526926283561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahahaha.html' title='hahahahahaha give it a minute to load!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4032382846935439742</id><published>2008-11-23T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:47:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinking....</title><content type='html'>as we sat in church today, someone's cell phone started ringing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't look anymore for fear that i might give a very non-christian vibe to the offender and for the most part i like to think that the poor person just forgot that it was in their pocket or turned on, but when this one went off a second time less than 10 minutes later i had the following thought:&lt;br /&gt;our young womens group went to see 'twilight' on friday night and before the previews began, i counted 4 ads urging attendees to TURN OFF THEIR CELL PHONES! another such ad ran at the end of the previews leaving my final count at 5. how can we reverence movies (most of which tout standards that are so far removed from ours that i sometimes wonder why i give my hard earned money to the filmmakers) enough to leave the outside world behind when we can't spend more than an hour learning about our savior without making sure anyone not in attendance in our meeting might need to reach us.&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of any good reason to bring a cell phone to church. if you are expecting something bad to happen - sick relative in the hospital on the brink of death? maybe you should be at the hospital by their side. what about some good news - answer to the job interview? pretty sure they know how to use voice mail (and if they don't, do you really want to work there?)&lt;br /&gt;so, hopefully my rant will be forgiven, maybe if i share a quick story....&lt;br /&gt; - our church has a lay ministry, which means that each of the members take turns speaking in our meetings. a couple of weeks ago, a woman (who we don't see much of) showed up to speak to us all. she stood and shared her thoughts, which may have been very uplifting and spiritually fulfilling. i wouldn't know because she couldn't be bothered, at the time, to take her bluetooth out of her ear. which meant i couldn't be bothered to stop looking for her phone number! i mean really, how great would it have been if &lt;em&gt;her phone &lt;/em&gt;had started ringing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4032382846935439742?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4032382846935439742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4032382846935439742' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4032382846935439742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4032382846935439742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-thinking.html' title='just thinking....'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3148431433242840391</id><published>2008-11-15T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:41:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gang sign of pregnant women everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SR-Pu3esGII/AAAAAAAAAP4/bndIBiQXHKc/s1600-h/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269088124376193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SR-Pu3esGII/AAAAAAAAAP4/bndIBiQXHKc/s400/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-3148431433242840391?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/3148431433242840391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=3148431433242840391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3148431433242840391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3148431433242840391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/11/gang-sign-of-pregnant-women-everywhere.html' title='Gang sign of pregnant women everywhere!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SR-Pu3esGII/AAAAAAAAAP4/bndIBiQXHKc/s72-c/DSC_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-439417226758255680</id><published>2008-11-15T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:51:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New for me</title><content type='html'>So, if I imagined the perfect job it would be reading. That is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else (other than my family) gives me more enjoyment than sitting down with a good book and losing myself in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; story for a while. Even when I don't fully enjoy a book, I can never put it down until I know how the whole thing shakes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I needed to release a little stress - a few health issues were weighing me down and I went to the temple to try and get some answers and figure out what might help me relax. As I sat waiting for the session to begin, I had the clearest picture in my mind of a book review blog, how it would look and what I would want to share. I was even impressed that I should ask &lt;a href="http://www.thebobbypin.com/"&gt;Natalie &lt;/a&gt;to help me with the whole thing. (she was very gracious and gave me some invaluable insights and set up help, she ROCKS!) Initially I was so nervous about it I was going to do it completely anonymously and not tell anyone about it but &lt;em&gt;so what?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If y'all don't like it help me by making some anonymous comments of constructive criticism, help me make it better. By the same token, if you do like it - visit often and tell your friends and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniebookmarked.blogspot.com/"&gt;I hope you visit soon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a friend and I were recently talking about finding books to read so I am also going to add the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;component&lt;/span&gt; of book recommendations as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniebookmarked.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bookmarked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-439417226758255680?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/439417226758255680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=439417226758255680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/439417226758255680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/439417226758255680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-for-me.html' title='New for me'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-9218301404618792833</id><published>2008-10-28T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:04:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQeojfFx_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jqvSlPi_7Vc/s1600-h/yes+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360017200348962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQeojfFx_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jqvSlPi_7Vc/s400/yes+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQeoTHT7YzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TOmCnbBa6r4/s1600-h/yes+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5023418095042486211-9218301404618792833?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/9218301404618792833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=9218301404618792833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9218301404618792833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9218301404618792833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-this.html' title='Love This!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQeojfFx_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jqvSlPi_7Vc/s72-c/yes+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-2292558489622039144</id><published>2008-10-25T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:25:50.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes on Proposition 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my adult life, I have a sign on my front lawn and a bumper sticker on my car proclaiming my view on Proposition 8. I was not nervous about putting the signs and stickers up, it is one more perk of living in a society where we can express our views on politics and how we want our society to operate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard some folks worry that their prop 8 signs might be stolen, but we haven't had the sad experience of other &lt;a href="http://www.cbs8.com/stories/story.143955.html#"&gt;San Diegans.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our small experience happened last night at the most exciting football game I have been to (no this isn't sarcasm, it was really exciting - I'll tell you about it &lt;em&gt;later&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug's prop 8 bumper sticker had a slight modification after the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQO49m8Pu9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Td1QhnmQGSc/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261252158263638994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQO49m8Pu9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Td1QhnmQGSc/s200/DSC_0046.JPG" 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/5023418095042486211-2292558489622039144?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/2292558489622039144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=2292558489622039144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2292558489622039144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2292558489622039144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-on-proposition-8.html' title='Yes on Proposition 8'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SQO49m8Pu9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Td1QhnmQGSc/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3968148546992910397</id><published>2008-10-22T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:28:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SP-oth-dRyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ew0UsqUHyA0/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260108389959943970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SP-oth-dRyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ew0UsqUHyA0/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to Heidi's blog and found her tag, so i took up the challenge. never been tagged before, so as she did i will do. if you see this blog, consider yourself tagged and participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a year and a half ago, before i talked kyle into getting a haircut. we compared the before and afters and he did agree - he looks better with short hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-3968148546992910397?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/3968148546992910397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=3968148546992910397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3968148546992910397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3968148546992910397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-of-4th.html' title='The 4th of the 4th'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SP-oth-dRyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ew0UsqUHyA0/s72-c/IMG_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-1977768242626891507</id><published>2008-10-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:23:08.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like..............</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you place a bowl of oatmeal in the microwave, set it to cook for 14 minutes and leave the office that no one will realize what is happening until approximately 12 minutes and 32 seconds have passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys I work with (we'll call him Joe ;-) found that out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped the microwave with 1 minute 28 seconds to go there was a small amount of smoke pouring out of the back of the microwave and I decided to wait until it cooled down, take it outside and let it air out somewhere that wasn't the enclosed space that is our office. Unfortunately "Joe" arrived back right then and opened the microwave up letting all of the rest of the smoke escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it smells like this morning? I'll put it this way, it is &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;as bad as when they mix tuna for lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-1977768242626891507?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/1977768242626891507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=1977768242626891507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1977768242626891507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1977768242626891507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/10/smells-like-burnt-popcorn.html' title='Smells like..............'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5753637879477017079</id><published>2008-09-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:36:24.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Katie</title><content type='html'>if anyone missed Katie Outlaw's&lt;a href="http://katieoutlaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-luau.html"&gt; story &lt;/a&gt;about taking Angelo to urgent care and hearing their neighbor behind the next curtain's humorous story i got this from the sharp grossmont er last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought nurses were smart............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a bit of a flurry when a nurse walked into our curtain and said to our nurse "we need a translator this lady is from bulgaria and she won't stop crying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few seconds later we hear this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Language do YOU speak?"......&lt;br /&gt;"What LANGUAGE do YOU speak?"..........&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT LANGUAGE do YOU speak?"..............&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT LANGUAGE DO YOU SPEAK?"..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing so hard that when i finally said "NO say it louder, she can't hear you!" i am pretty sure they heard me because we didn't see a nurse for another 2 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-5753637879477017079?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/5753637879477017079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=5753637879477017079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5753637879477017079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5753637879477017079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-katie.html' title='For Katie'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4627561182318334989</id><published>2008-08-29T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:24:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shear Genius Winner!</title><content type='html'>I am as honored as honored can be I must say! Even Pat Sajak would be proud of me! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SLgUO1LG-kI/AAAAAAAAALU/3NEb8Fq4QDo/s1600-h/ed+grimley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239960411469969986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SLgUO1LG-kI/AAAAAAAAALU/3NEb8Fq4QDo/s200/ed+grimley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.katfm.com/images/80s_nerds/Ed_Grimley.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.katfm.com/planet80s/80s_nerds.cfm&amp;amp;h=240&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;sz=9&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;sig2=elyE8dp1OUsSHcRrbiAn6w&amp;amp;usg=__jD77fzPztUlOHV6TFWGteIIZah4=&amp;amp;tbnid=Mrb-xJAPx5ua5M:&amp;amp;tbnh=89&amp;amp;tbnw=118&amp;amp;ei=TBO4SJn_MYOc8wTs6MEd&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Ded%2Bgrimley%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&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/5023418095042486211-4627561182318334989?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4627561182318334989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4627561182318334989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4627561182318334989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4627561182318334989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/08/shear-genius-winner.html' title='Shear Genius Winner!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SLgUO1LG-kI/AAAAAAAAALU/3NEb8Fq4QDo/s72-c/ed+grimley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6285191199946325717</id><published>2008-08-21T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:31:03.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SK35WHLyYtI/AAAAAAAAALM/uVvnyKqRVRs/s1600-h/swingline+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237116099982680786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SK35WHLyYtI/AAAAAAAAALM/uVvnyKqRVRs/s200/swingline+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the birthday actually happened last Sunday, but it was really awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a bunch of cool stuff that I actually asked for and one surprising thing I didn't. Anyone seen "Office Space"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie is so funny! Yes it is rated "R" and I am not endorsing that, but it comes on t.v. almost every week. The red swingline stapler is a small running theme throughout the movie and a few months ago Target started carrying them and I really wanted one, but I didn't want to spend the money, but Janelle (great co-worker) got me one! The classic item I would never buy for myself but really want! The only bad thing is that no one who has walked through our office doors since I got the gift has any clue about the reference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I am hanging out with the right people?? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6285191199946325717?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6285191199946325717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6285191199946325717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6285191199946325717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6285191199946325717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SK35WHLyYtI/AAAAAAAAALM/uVvnyKqRVRs/s72-c/swingline+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4751933128640648051</id><published>2008-08-14T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:02:08.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah, I'm Stylin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUKPqyKNdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fckLEFPaB9g/s1600-h/DSC_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234601406187058642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUKPqyKNdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fckLEFPaB9g/s200/DSC_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose the fabric for my dress because it was very lightweight and light colored, thinking that it would be cooler than a darker color. Now, after seeing photos of myself, I wish that I had chosen the color of dirt, rocks or grass so that I would blend more into my surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am quite proud of the fact that I was rebellious and wore a hat as opposed to a bonnet. I had far less sun than anyone else, besides it was the only thing that put me close to cool and for an old fat woman that means a lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKULgh-bK5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/q_DmnX2neag/s1600-h/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234602795391986578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKULgh-bK5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/q_DmnX2neag/s200/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing that I am really freaking out about with a lot of my photographs is that I had a spot on my lens that I obviously couldn't see. I don't have the time or inclination to sit in front of Photoshop for the amount of time it would take to fix it all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM6yoW4PI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9QyE3Xph2TM/s1600-h/DSC_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234604346051059954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM6yoW4PI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9QyE3Xph2TM/s200/DSC_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my baby on the right! They didn't drop the girl!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM6tm2TyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U9pCja74ReU/s1600-h/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234604344702553890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM6tm2TyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U9pCja74ReU/s200/DSC_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM7CeoiGI/AAAAAAAAALE/X3PR0JvPibg/s1600-h/DSC_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234604350305241186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUM7CeoiGI/AAAAAAAAALE/X3PR0JvPibg/s200/DSC_0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did end up with some nice shots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4751933128640648051?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4751933128640648051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4751933128640648051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4751933128640648051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4751933128640648051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah-im-stylin.html' title='Oh Yeah, I&apos;m Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKUKPqyKNdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fckLEFPaB9g/s72-c/DSC_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5738383951480890748</id><published>2008-08-11T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:45:07.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Trek</title><content type='html'>Okay so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trek part of the trip was a very spiritual and moving experience. We had 3 days of amazing (for the most part) One of the young women in Kyle's "family" got dehydrated on the long trek day, so they didn't attend the fireside where the kids were presented with letters from home that told them how much their parents loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the family photo - I know I look like YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKDqFTMMMuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vXkYlhf_7CI/s1600-h/Crop+fam+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233440143776166626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKDqFTMMMuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vXkYlhf_7CI/s200/Crop+fam+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other stories to come......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is how I looked at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKDqyz0ktJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KTp_KsjTSlk/s1600-h/100_2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233440925629592722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKDqyz0ktJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KTp_KsjTSlk/s200/100_2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still feel this way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-5738383951480890748?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/5738383951480890748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=5738383951480890748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5738383951480890748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5738383951480890748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/08/pioneer-trek.html' title='Pioneer Trek'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SKDqFTMMMuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vXkYlhf_7CI/s72-c/Crop+fam+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7265224054487991802</id><published>2008-08-03T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:48:10.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the HECK was I thinking?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow at 8am along with my family and about 159,000 other folks who live in the San Diego Stake (okay a bit of an exaggeration) I will board one of 3 buses, ride 24 hours to Wyoming and spend 3 days on a Pioneer trek. Then another 4 days running around Idaho &amp;amp; Utah with them participating in some heavily scheduled activities. Lava Hot Springs, tour of Univ. of Utah, Temple Square etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be all decked out in our Pioneer gear (first 3 days only, thankfully - I have rebelled and purchased a straw hat, because I DON'T see myself in a bonnet) and spend our days without cell phones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt; or other mechanical items OH FUN no showers either for these 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago we had a dancing and games activity to prepare for the games/activities of the time period. As I walked around taking photos, I realized there were a few folks that being around for 2 hours was pushing my sanity limits how in the world will I make it a full week? Hot, sweaty, stinky, and tired (because let's face it I already am tired now thinking about it!) are not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt; to being patient in the affliction of hanging out with some folks who &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; on my last nerve! Don't get me wrong, there are quite a few of these folks I can't wait to spend time with, and normally I am not a glass half empty kind of girl but dragging this out has really taxed me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7265224054487991802?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7265224054487991802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7265224054487991802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7265224054487991802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7265224054487991802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-heck-was-i-thinking.html' title='What the HECK was I thinking?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4329723728667082101</id><published>2008-07-18T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:25.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Hands-Free law apply here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jake and I were coming home today from a movie. I took a route that I haven't taken in a while because I considered going to get yogurt (I restrained). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were coming up Alvarado road, the car in front of us slowed to almost a stop and I couldn't see why - the last time that happened as we came up that road a bicyclist had been hit by a car, so I was having some flashbacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Jake if he could see someone on the other side of the car in front of us and he said "yeah, it is some lady in a wheelchair". "Really, a wheelchair?" "yep". It was actually the chair below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SIEXHgITuHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vk2bb8YjtUs/s1600-h/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482460377790578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SIEXHgITuHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vk2bb8YjtUs/s200/scooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that - when the car in front of us went around her i could see that she was sort of swerving into the lane of traffic because she was yes - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ON THE PHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She was in a hard right swerve so I passed her. As I looked in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror, I saw her swerve hard left right in front of a huge truck that had been behind me and a car coming the other direction! Do you think that the law should apply to someone who doesn't even have fiberglass protecting their body when they cause an accident? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; she was an accident waiting to happen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4329723728667082101?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4329723728667082101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4329723728667082101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4329723728667082101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4329723728667082101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-hands-free-law-apply-here.html' title='Does the Hands-Free law apply here?'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SIEXHgITuHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vk2bb8YjtUs/s72-c/scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6676367949540476800</id><published>2008-07-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:26.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still with the cell phones! But I LOVE this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHaylEUS74I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bmaNqncSMD8/s1600-h/Wish+You+Were+Here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221557167866441602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHaylEUS74I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bmaNqncSMD8/s400/Wish+You+Were+Here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHayU8i4JjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xiT9bu6TIwI/s1600-h/Wish+You+Were+Here.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5023418095042486211-6676367949540476800?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6676367949540476800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6676367949540476800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6676367949540476800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6676367949540476800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-with-cell-phones-but-i-love-this.html' title='Still with the cell phones! But I LOVE this!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHaylEUS74I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bmaNqncSMD8/s72-c/Wish+You+Were+Here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7474574873463602585</id><published>2008-07-09T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:18:12.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm being judgemental...</title><content type='html'>I only saw about 5 seconds of a segment of Good Morning America this morning but I am reeling at what some parents are now trying to have added in schools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's teach our "&lt;em&gt;tweens&lt;/em&gt;" about abusive relationships, because surprisingly the "&lt;em&gt;tweens&lt;/em&gt;" who are dating between the ages of 11 and 14 are more susceptible to being in abusive relationships. Really? What parent in their right mind allows a child of 11 to even 16 to freakin' date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have allowed schools to cut back on music, art, sports, and reduced (in some districts) the number of weighted advanced classes that our students can take. But now we should have adults that we know little to nothing about, teaching OUR children about abusive relationships?!! One school in our area has had four, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teachers in the last 18 months arrested for having sexual relationships with their underage students! There is some education on abusive relationships for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about teachers make them more qualified to impart relationship information to OUR children? This segment had a father whose daughter was murdered by her boyfriend. I do really and truly feel for the parents whose daughter died at the hands of her abusive boyfriend, but when they blamed the &lt;em&gt;schools &lt;/em&gt;for not educating her on the dangers of abusive relationships it is obvious to me that they are just looking for a place to vent their own guilt and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would be doing the same thing if I were in the same position as these parents. I hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7474574873463602585?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7474574873463602585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7474574873463602585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7474574873463602585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7474574873463602585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-im-being-judgemental.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m being judgemental...'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-1553396120792434603</id><published>2008-07-06T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:26.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFXDt0PVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bRRYTEbA2VM/s1600-h/fireworks+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220049164449043986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFXDt0PVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bRRYTEbA2VM/s320/fireworks+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFWWeEtR1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/tCc9KynvsKk/s1600-h/fireworks+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220048387129034578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFWWeEtR1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/tCc9KynvsKk/s320/fireworks+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFV824lVlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JjVX3kvwPw0/s1600-h/fireworks+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220047947112470098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFV824lVlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JjVX3kvwPw0/s320/fireworks+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFVpE0PATI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gP6EOdtEPOI/s1600-h/fireworks+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220047607254942002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFVpE0PATI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gP6EOdtEPOI/s320/fireworks+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5023418095042486211-1553396120792434603?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/1553396120792434603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=1553396120792434603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1553396120792434603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1553396120792434603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SHFXDt0PVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bRRYTEbA2VM/s72-c/fireworks+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-891989245712432253</id><published>2008-07-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:01:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you really need it that bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; was a BIG family outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove to l.a. to see my s-i-l in a play at her church. we were all so tired that we just crashed when we got home (around 7:30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning as we left for church, we noticed something was missing on our front porch. now let me say that i am not a regular plant killer, but we are having some issues with the type of plants vs. soil that we have in our little planter between the porch and the driveway. we also have a large pot with some ivy and a red dahlia (flower) that are &lt;em&gt;thriving! s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unday&lt;/span&gt; morning something was missing. the pot was still there, the ivy was still there but the dahlia had been removed! yes, someone who was either concerned with the state of my gardenias or had to get a flower for their girlfriend/boyfriend decided that they &lt;em&gt;needed &lt;/em&gt;my pretty flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are worse things they could have stolen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S. I should clarify that the flower wasn't just &lt;em&gt;picked&lt;/em&gt; it was removed completely - there is no evidence other than a dent in the soil that there was ever anything else there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-891989245712432253?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/891989245712432253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=891989245712432253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/891989245712432253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/891989245712432253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-really-need-it-that-bad.html' title='if you really need it that bad!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8157559406333960581</id><published>2008-06-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:03:39.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutally Rebuffed</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite phrases from a great movie - Clueless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check my pal's blog and see her widget showing the progression of her baby's development and was informed that &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;am not invited. This is the second person whose blog I would check on daily but no longer am welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was BRUTALLY REBUFFED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8157559406333960581?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8157559406333960581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8157559406333960581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8157559406333960581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8157559406333960581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/brutally-rebuffed.html' title='Brutally Rebuffed'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4489246113099766987</id><published>2008-06-26T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:14:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I appreciate the convenience of a cell phone, I think it is a shame that we don't have an Emily Post etiquette guideline for the usage of the device. I KNOW I am not the first person to complain about it but I have had two folks in my car in the last month who have gotten calls on their cell while we were driving and actually taking the CALL instead of waiting to answer, or answering and offering to call the person back - they have held a conversation that lasted the duration of the drive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;do while these two conversations took place? I turned the radio down, so they could carry a conversation with the &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; on the other end of the call and I drove these rude, ungrateful, obviously clueless &lt;strong&gt;acquaintances&lt;/strong&gt; to their destination! Without uttering a word. One girl's call got cut short when the person she was speaking to got another call (she was actually offended that they took the other call!)  The other actually stepped out of the car and walked off without saying 'goodbye' to me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New "Emily Post" (Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batson&lt;/span&gt;) Rules of Cell Phone Etiquette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; If you receive a call from a "friend" while you are in the midst of previously made plans with another "friend", and you feel you &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; answer the call, choose to offer to call them back at the end of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are at a movie, sporting event, church service (of any type) or family dinner. Absolutely &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; text your pals to see what they are doing. I promise that your family, friends, and church family will appreciate more having your undivided attention. (Surprisingly, you may end up enjoying yourself and actually learn something important)&lt;br /&gt;3. If at all possible end your conversation &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;you hit the checkout at the grocery store, gas station, 7-11. NO ONE, least of all the others in line or the girl/guy behind the counter care about your date last night, most recent break up or why you and your family aren't getting along. (hint - it may have something to do with the cell phone that is permanently attached to your hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else want to contribute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4489246113099766987?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4489246113099766987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4489246113099766987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4489246113099766987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4489246113099766987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/cell-phone-etiquette.html' title='Cell Phone Etiquette'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-2732096172377061864</id><published>2008-06-17T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:48:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know.....</title><content type='html'>Maybe I do need glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my son and I were walking up an aisle in Costco and there was a woman at the end of the aisle who was sort of waiving her arms and being silly. I just thought she was being funny for the friends she was with until they got about 6 feet away from us and I realized she was waiving at me! I know her from the PHHS Football Boosters, I was so embarrassed that it took so long for me to realize who she was that I know I was acting like I was dazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I was reading an article about cautionary tale Amy Winehouse (I don't know if I'd recognize a song of hers if it played 24 hours a day - but I enjoyed the 12 days of Amy Winehouse I heard last Christmas). Anyhoo, the last sentence of the article stated that she had been taken to a London hospital after fainting at her home. &lt;em&gt;Fainting &lt;/em&gt;Ann, not &lt;em&gt;FARTING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-2732096172377061864?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/2732096172377061864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=2732096172377061864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2732096172377061864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2732096172377061864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I just don&apos;t know.....'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-376161856914684043</id><published>2008-06-16T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:39:21.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Spoon!!</title><content type='html'>Did I talk much about the PHHS football boosters from last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membership is small - but we raised some cash for the football team. This year we are getting a head start on our fundraisers and have a &lt;a href="http://www.goldenspoon.com/services.asp?service=52"&gt;Golden Spoon &lt;/a&gt;day where we get 30% of all sales when folks bring in this coupon all day Saturday June 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on by if you're local! It is for a good cause and the yogurt there is unbeatable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit our &lt;a href="http://www.phhsfootballboosters.com/Patriot_s_Pipeline.html"&gt;Booster website for the flyer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**I must add this tiny little thing**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I organized this fundraiser, but I didn't design the flyer. I really like the girl who made it but she isn't a designer. I should have just asked Doug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-376161856914684043?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/376161856914684043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=376161856914684043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/376161856914684043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/376161856914684043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/golden-spoon.html' title='Golden Spoon!!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-2362833880747527163</id><published>2008-06-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:27:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented Friends</title><content type='html'>I should have given some earlier credit to my friend Autumn (the friend who took the V.O. class with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1252778/bio"&gt;Autumn &lt;/a&gt;is an actor/model/photographer and she is also one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet! Her husband, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0778931/"&gt;Carey Scott&lt;/a&gt;, is an actor/director who is a childhood friend of my husband's. I think it was last year - okay 2006, Autumn was in a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.hiddensecrets-themovie.com/"&gt;"Hidden Secrets"&lt;/a&gt; directed by her husband. If you find the movie watch it! It is a good Christian movie (faith-based &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dramedy&lt;/span&gt;) with a good Christian theme. While you are watching it you will &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;enjoy Rhonda (Autumn) the hardest part for me is that Rhonda is so different from Autumn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring this up, other than to give some much deserved credit to my friends? I think we should always support entertainment that is uplifting and supportive of values that we hold dear. It happens so seldom now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-2362833880747527163?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/2362833880747527163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=2362833880747527163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2362833880747527163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/2362833880747527163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/talented-friends.html' title='Talented Friends'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7417575148827530264</id><published>2008-06-11T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:18:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading too much!</title><content type='html'>I should have become a book editor, or a book reviewer! Yeah that would be so much better! I can't think of a better life than being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt; PAID &lt;/em&gt;to read books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute best parts about the Harry Potter books? The fact that there are now youth books being published that have substance, well developed characters and interesting stories. AND that I can recommend books to my children, friends children, friends and anyone else who might have the diverse reading tastes that I have without worrying that they will trip over explicit dialogue or scenes. (do still love me some Stephen King though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my second non-fiction since college &lt;u&gt;The World is Flat&lt;/u&gt; and it is so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7417575148827530264?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7417575148827530264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7417575148827530264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7417575148827530264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7417575148827530264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/reading-too-much.html' title='reading too much!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-9206402356085289359</id><published>2008-06-05T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:27.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last V.O. Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SEiaR4MfvoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3C5o3ByCNKw/s1600-h/VO+class+last+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208582600987229826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SEiaR4MfvoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3C5o3ByCNKw/s320/VO+class+last+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it actually ended two weeks ago, but I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;the way I look in the photos so much I have been hesitant to post them! But here you go....... from left to right. Jennifer, Autumn (my pal), Chris, me, Bill Griffith, Dru Scott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed this class so very much, I wish I had taken it like 10 years ago!&lt;br /&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/5023418095042486211-9206402356085289359?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/9206402356085289359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=9206402356085289359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9206402356085289359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9206402356085289359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-vo-class.html' title='Last V.O. Class'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/SEiaR4MfvoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3C5o3ByCNKw/s72-c/VO+class+last+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3174067917169270384</id><published>2008-05-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:31:42.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical P.S.A.</title><content type='html'>I am having a spazzy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out how to put this youtube video here like I did with the Mitt Romney video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is so important that I will post the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6ylxWcwkUM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6ylxWcwkUM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-3174067917169270384?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/3174067917169270384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=3174067917169270384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3174067917169270384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3174067917169270384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/05/critical-psa.html' title='Critical P.S.A.'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6879860644617565679</id><published>2008-05-09T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:03:25.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a baby!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I didn't deliver the extra weight that most folks mistake for pregnancy, and there are no infants at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! At work, one of the fish in our tank finally spit out the hatched eggs and we have a cute little baby fish! Joe says that the other fish will probably eat him eventually but for now we have a baby that I will dub Marlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH and while the fish tank guy was here cleaning the tank a HUGE cockroach crawled out from under our office sofa! This guy was over 2 inches long and had I not been on speaker with a REIT vendor I am sure I would have screamed! As it is - my feet haven't touched the ground for about 20 minutes (they are on the roller legs of my chair, I hope I don't have to go to the bathroom soon ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6879860644617565679?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6879860644617565679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6879860644617565679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6879860644617565679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6879860644617565679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-have-baby.html' title='We have a baby!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5863364617800765487</id><published>2008-04-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:14:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la la la!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the second v.o. class last Tuesday night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much better! First of all my friend Autumn was there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;! Second, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;condescending&lt;/span&gt; girl was much nicer. Third, The condescending girl thought I was younger than her. When I asked her how old she was she said 35! Every time I think of it I want to dance around the room like I am 12. (maybe that is why people always think I am so much younger than I am, because they can't believe anyone as old as I am could behave so immaturely)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-5863364617800765487?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/5863364617800765487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=5863364617800765487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5863364617800765487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5863364617800765487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-la-la-la-la.html' title='la la la la la!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4032277328164945394</id><published>2008-04-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:49:27.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voice over</title><content type='html'>so, i have wanted to take this voice over class ever since i heard about it when my son took a commercial acting class almost 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was the first class, and my friend autumn was not there because she was sick which made me nervous!! there was one other girl and two guys. we were given a commercial to read in the studio behind a big microphone (a little intimidating i must say) i made the mistake of asking the other girl if she was nervous. she looked at me in a bit of a condesending way and said no why are you? i admit i said i was a little. STUPID! it only makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went first and to make my nerves worse the sound guy said 'i love your voice' to her and she did have a beautiful sexy husky voice. the next guy had a perfect radio voice deep smooth and even. the next guy was spot on really nice voice the kind you can imagine hearing on tv. and then there was me........ let me tell you this: no one in my entire life has ever told me that i have even a nice voice and i hate, hate, hate the way that i sound i have an uneven tone and horrible breath control. you may ask why if i hate my sound so much why would i take this class. i am doing it because it sounded fun and i really wanted something for myself that nobody i know has done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope autumn is there with me next week. it is fun, but i had no idea that the folks there with me would be so professional sounding before we ever began!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4032277328164945394?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4032277328164945394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4032277328164945394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4032277328164945394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4032277328164945394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/04/voice-over.html' title='voice over'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6592074519050849398</id><published>2008-04-03T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:27.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R_WwR6FdJSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZrfK6UVspls/s1600-h/Jake+&amp;amp;+PJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185244367683396898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R_WwR6FdJSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZrfK6UVspls/s400/Jake+%26+PJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight our family went to our first book signing! (Doug can't remember if he has been to one before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clairmont&lt;/span&gt; Mesa to Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore to see P.J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haarsma&lt;/span&gt;, author of &lt;u&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Softwire&lt;/span&gt; Virus on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Orbis&lt;/span&gt; One&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Softwire&lt;/span&gt; Betrayal on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Orbis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Last year when Jake was in fifth grade at Rolando Elem. this author came to talk to the kids about his book. I am sure that it was publicized beforehand, but as is his way Jake didn't tell me a thing about it like that they could buy the book and get them signed etc... However, when he got home that day we &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to go to the bookstore to get this book! P.J. was such a dynamic speaker that Jake recited his whole story and we both read the book which was wonderful! More exciting was that he had created an online game tie-in with the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a year we have been anxiously awaiting the publication of the second in the series and the day finally came last week when we got the second book. I found out about tonight's book signing from P.J. himself - I am quite a fan! Partially from enjoying the book, but mostly because he sparked something in my son that I thought he'd never have, an enjoyment from books. Between the first and second of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Softwire&lt;/span&gt; books Jake has read all of The Lord of the Rings books, all Harry Potter, and various other books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book signing was fun, I just so wish that we had invited more people! There were a total of 6 people there (including my family of 4 - not including the 2 employees). I think P.J. was happy to have a kid there (Jake). Can I say though that I like the guy more now because he was personable, kind and very entertaining, so much so that Kyle now wants to read the book! This guy is awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6592074519050849398?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6592074519050849398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6592074519050849398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6592074519050849398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6592074519050849398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-signing.html' title='Book Signing'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R_WwR6FdJSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZrfK6UVspls/s72-c/Jake+%26+PJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-202006598187177877</id><published>2008-03-31T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:28:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Love Connection</title><content type='html'>Well, there wasn't a love connection, but apparently the date was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said he was really nice and she that they had fun but that is the end of it all. I think it was a good thing though, sometimes just going out for a little fun makes you feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-202006598187177877?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/202006598187177877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=202006598187177877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/202006598187177877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/202006598187177877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-love-connection.html' title='No Love Connection'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-9107062730435680186</id><published>2008-03-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:25:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind date anyone??</title><content type='html'>The only blind date I ever went on was a set up by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I was 14 (what was she thinking!?) His name was Brock and he was 18 (&lt;em&gt;no &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; what was she thinking?&lt;/em&gt;) I will never forget her talking about how cute he was and how if she were younger she'd date him blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEK ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can imagine my hesitation at the fact that I am setting up someone on a blind date. I met this guy at a church youth basketball game. He's 25, she is 24 (much more age appropriate than my own experience) I thought he was kind of cute but the thing that struck me most was how beautiful and kind his eyes were and if this girl needs anything it is a kind man to go on a date with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I am not stupid for setting up a blind date. Let me know that somewhere out there, someone has had a good blind date experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-9107062730435680186?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/9107062730435680186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=9107062730435680186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9107062730435680186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/9107062730435680186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/03/blind-date-anyone.html' title='Blind date anyone??'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-136259011565776222</id><published>2008-03-04T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:55:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I love you all! Watch Pink 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't new, but I 'rediscovered' it this weekend and I believe it bears repeating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-136259011565776222?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/136259011565776222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=136259011565776222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/136259011565776222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/136259011565776222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-love-you-all-watch-pink-5.html' title=''/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-1385113456095074443</id><published>2008-03-04T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:53:43.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AtomFilms: Pink Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.atomfilms.com:80/a/autoplayer/shareEmbed.swf?keyword=pink5" width="426" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="border-top:1px solid #343f43; padding:5px 0 7px 0; text-align:center; width:426px; background:#1a3441; color:#fff; font: bold 10px verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/?brand=embed" target="_blank" style="color:#fff"&gt;AtomFilms.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/films/comedy.jsp?brand=embed" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/films/animation.jsp?brand=embed" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;"&gt;Funny Cartoons&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/?brand=embed" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin-left:5px;"&gt;Comedy Central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.flux.com/Video/0CAF6FFFF0099CA3E0017000B670C"&gt;AtomFilms FShare&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/5023418095042486211-1385113456095074443?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/1385113456095074443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=1385113456095074443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1385113456095074443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1385113456095074443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/03/atomfilms-pink-five.html' title='AtomFilms: Pink Five'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8197993191692083538</id><published>2008-02-22T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:21:36.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Sports</title><content type='html'>WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a young men's basketball game at one of our local meetinghouses. Before the game began the Athletic director for the 'other' area called everyone around for the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No cursing - your first swear will get you ejected from the game, your second will get you banned from future church ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. No yelling at the refs. they are volunteering and although they don't walk on water neither do you, so let's be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now let's say a prayer and have a good time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer was said and the game began. I have known and previously held this athletic director in some esteem and he asked if I would be willing to keep records in the book (fun!). So I sat up on the stage beside this man (AD) and the scoreboard keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started off badly for our team 3 minutes in and we were down 11-0 despite the fact that the teams appeared to be pretty evenly matched. Both had 2 players who were okay and 3 that were obviously beginners, but the other team had 8 players and we only had 5 - no subs. Both teams appear to be enjoying themselves. They even know each other, some more than others. Our team began to catch up, and I noticed that Mr. Athletic director was getting a little antsy in his seat. Then he began to mutter; similar to the muttering of folks with no one to talk to but themselves. He got a little louder "that was a foul, I can't believe they didn't call that. what are those guys doing out there? are you kidding me? WHAT! THAT WAS A FOUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref: "no foul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: "Oh yeah, his head just got knocked across the room but there was no foul!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref:"Athletic Director - I don't want to hear anything else from you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD (under his breath): "I can't believe this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should state 2 things here, First - our team has caught up and the score is around 19-17. Second - the person he thought had fouled his team was my son who is about a foot and a half taller than the opposing player and the other kid was ducking in anticipation of my son's arm above his head but really, I mean, it no contact had been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Halftime-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletic Director has gone down to the court to show the players on his team (I have since discovered that those boys are from his congregation) what they need to do to get by our boys. He also is voicing his concerns to the coach and players that the refs are calling fouls on them and not our boys he can't believe how unfair it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Resume game-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD (to me): "We won't have this again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: "Well the refs are from your area and obviously showing favoritism to your team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AD, you can't really think that they are doing that. The refs may be from our area, but they don't know these boys. Both teams look pretty evenly matched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: "No they..."  "HEY WAIT! IF HE IS GOING TO DO THAT AND THEY DON'T CALL IT JUST HIT HIM!" "No way, your guys are playing dirty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have seen dirty ball this was so far from it we are veering into the ridiculous here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our players who I don't think had played a game before 2 weeks ago was standing at exactly the right place at the right time and as the other team made a bad pass he took the ball and turned, deflecting the receiving player from the other team from getting the ball. It was so sweet especially since I am certain he had no idea what he had done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: "Your player can't do that. He just grabbed the ball from our player"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AD, the other guy was passing it and he intercepted the ball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband meantime is quietly moving our player's parent down a little farther because he is getting steamed and ready to pounce on AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 45 seconds left in the game. We are up by 2, they have the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: "WE NEED 3 POINTS! WE NEED 3!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No score for their team. We have the ball back one of the 2 players on our team who knows what a backboard looks like drives back down and as he is going up for the shot they foul him. It is strategy, no big deal. He makes one of the two shots. We win by 3 points. AD is completely red in the face and puffing, muttering "We won't have this again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course BOLT from my seat and head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the court to gossip about it to someone I just saw walk in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8197993191692083538?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8197993191692083538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8197993191692083538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8197993191692083538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8197993191692083538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/02/church-sports.html' title='Church Sports'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8125819569593818224</id><published>2008-02-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:21:41.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behave</title><content type='html'>about 2 years ago my sons were 12 &amp;amp;10 at the time. i realized that my whole life i never knew that i was grammatically incorrect to respond to the phrase "Would you behave?" by saying "I'm being have!"(long a sound in the have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be embarrassed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8125819569593818224?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8125819569593818224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8125819569593818224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8125819569593818224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8125819569593818224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/02/behave.html' title='Behave'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5979922949433833870</id><published>2008-02-04T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:51:49.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate being sick!</title><content type='html'>this morning was the first time i left my house since i went home friday at lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling a little better when i woke up. not better enough to actually work out, but better enough to get in the shower. so i showered, got dressed let doug take the kids to school and made it to work by 7am! now, aunt flo decided to come for a 2nd visit within a 2 week period (hehe). but i wasn't feeling her pain until i arrived here, so i asked doug to bring me some pain pills. when he arrived i found the pills i needed in my purse. (i am sure i looked there before i called him!) now i have flo undercontrol, if only i could breathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-5979922949433833870?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/5979922949433833870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=5979922949433833870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5979922949433833870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5979922949433833870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='i hate being sick!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8639183207058255027</id><published>2008-01-30T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:26:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>over 20 years ago i joined a faith that was different from the one my family was affiliated with. it was initially a bit of a struggle but over the years, i believe that my family (even if they don't understand it) see that i am a good person, with a good family, with good morals, a belief in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after joining this church i saw a man speak to the entire church during an October general conference for the entire worldwide orgaization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. it was Gordon B. Hinkley. i was so moved by his spirit, the love that he emulated and the twinkle he had in his eye. he passed away on Sunday and was reunited with his lovely wife, i will miss the spirit that he shared with us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenn beck, also a member of our faith shared his tribute to President Hinkley. i recommed viewing it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCXYciIr3xs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCXYciIr3xs&lt;/a&gt; and then if you are still interested in what he has to say check this video out - it is glenn and his family's journey to their faith very captivating! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USpeolBTKIo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USpeolBTKIo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8639183207058255027?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8639183207058255027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8639183207058255027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8639183207058255027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8639183207058255027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-20-years-ago-i-joined-faith-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7209878832136010950</id><published>2008-01-23T18:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:20:58.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank Call from Mitt Romney's son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wGf87FDN9L0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wGf87FDN9L0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You gotta love your kids! This is great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7209878832136010950?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7209878832136010950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7209878832136010950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7209878832136010950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7209878832136010950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/01/prank-call-from-mitt-romney-son.html' title='Prank Call from Mitt Romney&amp;#39;s son'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3079564910247426593</id><published>2008-01-23T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:57:01.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg my bff jill!</title><content type='html'>i am soooooooo freakin' old!&lt;br /&gt;i feel comfortable in the thought that my generation created the "bff" i will give credit to gen 'y' for omg, tptb, imho, dh, many others that i don't need to detail here, but friends.......&lt;br /&gt;back in the ancient year of 1976 red m&amp;amp;ms were taken from us. ripped from our sweaty childhood hands because it was feared that they would cause cancer (red dye #2) not to be given back for almost 10 years! we had to live with yellow, orange, dark brown, light brown (yes light brown) and green hehehehehe and green m&amp;amp;ms meant the same thing then that they do now. i will give my generation credit for that too!&lt;br /&gt;here are more wonderful tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;1. i am old enough to have had black &amp;amp; white photos from a studio (i don't know if they were cheaper, or if color film was in short supply but all my friends had b&amp;amp;w baby photos too)&lt;br /&gt;2. neither me nor my sisters had disposable diapers used on us. I think they may have been around when my youngest sister was born, but my mom liked to torture me (this is a whole nother story for a whole nother time)&lt;br /&gt;3. when our school teachers brought tests to us they had been mimeographed not XEROXed! we used to smell them as soon as they were put on our desks (if you wanted a real good high, you volunteered to pick them up from the office, so you could smell the whole stack on the way back to class)&lt;br /&gt;4. oh, and the ink on the mimeograph was blue.&lt;br /&gt;5. mcdonald's and burger king were the only fast food restaurants in town and we &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;fought over where to go - right jennifer? stupid burger king.&lt;br /&gt;6. if you bought a tootsie pop and there was a star on the wrapper, the guy at the food town (small town 7-11) would give you a free one. (i remember one summer i almost didn't have to pay for tootsie pops!)&lt;br /&gt;7. there are many more (you all have gotten the emails forwards)&lt;br /&gt;8. which brings me to the last thing on my list - those email forwards that tell you how you really don't love god if you don't send this one along and you dog will die if you don't send it to 20 friends in 20 minutes. i remember getting actual chain letters (google it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-3079564910247426593?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/3079564910247426593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=3079564910247426593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3079564910247426593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/3079564910247426593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg-my-bff-jill.html' title='omg my bff jill!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5805465493776890542</id><published>2008-01-23T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:29:45.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red m&amp;ms</title><content type='html'>those who remember that we lived for 10 years without red m&amp;amp;ms will totally feel my pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at the youth activity, i was talking to my friend justyn who is getting ready to take her nurses test after which she will go to work in the er at sharp grossmont hospital. i got very excited since one of my favorite nurses from my old job works there now and i said 'oh, have you met dan davis? i love him! he is such a nice guy and he is so sweet' blah, blah, blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justyn then jumps on my bandwagon 'oh yeah, he is great! he's one of those older male nurses who is always helpful and he is a flirt but he is so sweet, you know how those sweet older guys are. he is you know in his late 40's.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes justyn, i know he is about 5 years older than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-5805465493776890542?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6512860297591316319</id><published>2008-01-08T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:48:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you gotta go....</title><content type='html'>so, they are totally remodeling the office building where i work and monday was the day for the bathrooms to be torn apart. one of the building owners had arranged that we could use the restrooms at the bar across the parking lot, but that is just embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what is the first thing you think when you are told you &lt;em&gt;can't &lt;/em&gt;use the bathroom?? i tried to go for as long as i could before i left for work monday morning but all i could think about was 'i've got to pee!' thankfully one of the workers walked into my office about an hour and a half after i got there to let me know that he hadn't turned the water off and i could use the bathroom if i needed to!!!! wahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i use the middle stall - i don't know why except the last one has a broken door latch and the first is always like too close to the exit door whatever - anyway i walked into the middle stall and lifted the lid to find the worst! you know a clogged toilet full of poo and wadded up toilet paper! gross!! now here is the dilemma - the toilet is plugged, i can't plunge it even if i want to because there is no plunger.&lt;br /&gt;but when i finish peeing in the toilet by the door, some guy is going to come in there and open that toilet and think i did that! but if i mention it he will think i did it and if i don't mention it he will think i was embarrassed and did it! but if i mention it he will think i did it...... you see where i am going with this it was a vicious circle. in the end (pun intended) i opted to let him know it wasn't me he probably thought 'yeah right' but that was the way i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since they had torn out the men's room they let the guys use the ladies room too and i heard one of the guys across the hall saying rather loudly 'I DIDN'T USE THAT MIDDLE ONE!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6512860297591316319?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6512860297591316319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6512860297591316319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6512860297591316319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6512860297591316319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-gotta-go.html' title='when you gotta go....'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7998686651797894766</id><published>2008-01-01T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:28.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for jennifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R3p2UGG5QOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/btn1rVi1MA8/s1600-h/card+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559211460575458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R3p2UGG5QOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/btn1rVi1MA8/s200/card+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i love my sister even though she labors under the delusion that i am as crafty as she is and that i will be as diligent as she is about making cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R3p2k2G5QPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Bw5HtgXcxaE/s1600-h/inside+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150559499223384306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R3p2k2G5QPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Bw5HtgXcxaE/s200/inside+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7998686651797894766?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7998686651797894766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7998686651797894766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7998686651797894766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7998686651797894766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-jennifer.html' title='for jennifer'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R3p2UGG5QOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/btn1rVi1MA8/s72-c/card+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-5924358126620430532</id><published>2007-12-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:17:00.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Blinking Bum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Elf Name?&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/5023418095042486211-5924358126620430532?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/5924358126620430532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=5924358126620430532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5924358126620430532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/5924358126620430532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-elf-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7040328235030017948</id><published>2007-12-06T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:51:51.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Truck</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was driving in to work I figured hey, I've been good with my diet and exercise for the last 2 weeks, and I was really early, so I decided to stop at Von's for a bagel. (I got light cream cheese - and their bagels are made fresh daily, they are addictive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was standing in the checkout line, there was a man in line ahead of me he must have been in his 80s who was quite chatty with the girl working at the register (maybe he has a crush). Anyway, he started in quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adamantly&lt;/span&gt; about how "You young people appreciate those Japanese cars you drive you know what tomorrow is?"... he continued for another minute on a slightly racist tirade against the Japanese people because the checker and girl who was bagging didn't know what tomorrow was but was only &lt;em&gt;slightly &lt;/em&gt;appeased when I whispered Pearl Harbor to the checker. Continued still another minute and finally finished writing his check (I finally have an appreciation for those stupid VISA commercials that are indoctrinating us to use our VISA check cards!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was VERY quick with me so she could go on a break and I was able to see the man loading his car with his groceries, well I should say his &lt;em&gt;truck&lt;/em&gt; his &lt;em&gt;NISSAN &lt;/em&gt;truck! priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7040328235030017948?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7040328235030017948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7040328235030017948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7040328235030017948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7040328235030017948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/12/nissan-truck.html' title='Nissan Truck'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4575272440350197514</id><published>2007-11-25T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:06:47.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry about the rant</title><content type='html'>my husband thinks that i am just going to complain on this site, so forgive the previous post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added a blog for some of my photos, just so that i could have a sort of online portfolio for others to view. i just got fired for a wedding shoot that i was supposed to do in december, i think they just didn't want to pay but that is okay. the money would have been nice but it is a stressful thing shooting weddings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-4575272440350197514?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/4575272440350197514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=4575272440350197514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4575272440350197514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/4575272440350197514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-about-rant.html' title='sorry about the rant'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7582157011078870839</id><published>2007-11-25T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:21:26.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I'M NOT PREGNANT!</title><content type='html'>so, as many of you know - i hate myself right now for gaining so much weight in the past 2 years. but if one more person comes up to me and either asks if i am pregnant or worse (as happened today at church) tells me i look pregnant! i am going to come all kind of unspooled on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an older sister who has recently moved back to the ward for the 3rd time since they got back tell me i look pregnant even though she knows i am not (which is more worse than before!) and then proceeds to say how i glow. if i was glowing before from happiness it has since switched to anger at how rude she is for not only saying it, but persisting in her efforts to find me out to tell me how incredibly fat i am! i think she should just come up and say "wow ann, you really are packing on the pounds! it amazes me how adept you are at gaining weight! i have &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;known anyone who could do it as well as you can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dru said that the next time she mentions it i should ask if she is taking etiquette lessons. i don't think i have the guts for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-7582157011078870839?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/7582157011078870839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=7582157011078870839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7582157011078870839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/7582157011078870839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-im-not-pregnant.html' title='NO, I&apos;M NOT PREGNANT!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6799655715540656989</id><published>2007-11-23T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:28.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R0eOShqSUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/z-YkoTEwE5E/s1600-h/option+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136230348963860722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R0eOShqSUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/z-YkoTEwE5E/s320/option+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the cruise was a good time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we went horseback riding on the beach in Cabo and saw 'La Bufadora' in Ensenada. Jake has decided that he &lt;em&gt;needs &lt;/em&gt;a horse and we found that no matter where he is - Kyle will manage to add to the harem of girls who are attracted to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6799655715540656989?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6799655715540656989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6799655715540656989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6799655715540656989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6799655715540656989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-back.html' title='we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/R0eOShqSUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/z-YkoTEwE5E/s72-c/option+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8277459914826158013</id><published>2007-11-14T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:11:18.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i walked down the street to the resale shop on my lunch break to find a black skirt to wear on the cruise we are leaving for on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and they didn't have a single one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i did manage to find some jeans that are 7's and they actually looked good (if anything can right now) on me. but they were severely distressed and i thought it would look like i was trying way too hard to be cool. plus as far as i know those are so last season! anyway, i just needed to vent about how there are no black skirts to be had anywhere - at least at Macy's, Target, or ACT II. and i hate myself for getting so fat again and i plan on really hitting the diet/exercise hard when we get back from the cruise, but i am so worried about being judged for how fat i am while we are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cruzin&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/5023418095042486211-8277459914826158013?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8277459914826158013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8277459914826158013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8277459914826158013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8277459914826158013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/jeans.html' title='jeans'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-641567185904415121</id><published>2007-11-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:28.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzimpNfDssI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5DUrDF3sdw/s1600-h/web+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132035002313454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzimpNfDssI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5DUrDF3sdw/s320/web+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;thanks to my friend Jen (a budding professional photographer) we have our first family photo in about 5 years! Jen, sorry that i haven't emailed you the photos yet. i was up pretty late attempting to edit the wedding photos i took last week! You did a fabulous job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-641567185904415121?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/641567185904415121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=641567185904415121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/641567185904415121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/641567185904415121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-photo.html' title='family photo'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzimpNfDssI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5DUrDF3sdw/s72-c/web+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6788531433564325313</id><published>2007-11-06T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:29.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzEAShBIdAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xtz89V3PsF0/s1600-h/Kira+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129881768652469250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzEAShBIdAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xtz89V3PsF0/s320/Kira+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;every time i get asked to photograph another wedding, i say this is the last time. so, here it is the last time again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;each time though i get a shot that is unexpected and that the bride and groom may not like, but i love - &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzEArRBIdBI/AAAAAAAAACE/L6cYPoQbLPI/s1600-h/Kira+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129882193854231570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzEArRBIdBI/AAAAAAAAACE/L6cYPoQbLPI/s320/Kira+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i go and take a shot that i have seen someone else do and i hate it and think the bride and groom will like it -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-6788531433564325313?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/6788531433564325313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=6788531433564325313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6788531433564325313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/6788531433564325313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-wedding.html' title='another wedding'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RzEAShBIdAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xtz89V3PsF0/s72-c/Kira+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-1345774606605966442</id><published>2007-10-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:29.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo embarrassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since Katie told her diarrhea story I am going to totally embarrass myself tonight. This is by no means my most embarrassing moment, but it ranks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me start by saying are all of my friends &lt;em&gt;crazy? &lt;/em&gt;Yesterday a lady who works down the hall came into our office and said "Ann, you have to do something about your roots!" Now, I knew that they were bad, and I was getting more and more embarrassed by them, but I figured that since none of my friends had said anything, maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it was - WRONG! Here you go, and I know the lighting sucks, but......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RygK1GYkXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/_ZfJgLYErdM/s1600-h/hair+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127360083124313250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RygK1GYkXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/_ZfJgLYErdM/s320/hair+before.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RygLb2YkXLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6aQVBA0_VNg/s1600-h/hair+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127360748844244146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RygLb2YkXLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6aQVBA0_VNg/s320/hair+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I told Justyn's sister Erin (who did a great job on my hair by the way) If my friends don't tell me that my hair looks like crap, who I ask you is going to tell me when I have a booger hanging out of my nose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well wouldn't you know that this morning as I was standing over the desk of my boss (who really doesn't act like a boss) I rubbed my nose and &lt;em&gt;yes it happened &lt;/em&gt;a small hard booger fell down on his desk! I know he saw it and was surprisingly nice enough not to mention it! He did start wiping his own nose, and looked away the rest of the time I was in there as I tried to discreetly brush it off his desk with the papers I had in my hand. The whole rest of the day was spent with a kleenex in hand waiting for the rub. Yeah, life is good.&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/5023418095042486211-1345774606605966442?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/1345774606605966442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=1345774606605966442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1345774606605966442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/1345774606605966442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/10/soooo-embarrassing.html' title='soooo embarrassing'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RygK1GYkXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/_ZfJgLYErdM/s72-c/hair+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8263586600873024884</id><published>2007-10-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:30.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a teenage son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCWYkXGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D6s3huuURIY/s1600-h/i+fooball+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847382757760098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCWYkXGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D6s3huuURIY/s320/i+fooball+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, my oldest is 14. i remember being 14 and unfortunately he is a lot like his mom socially!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at the beginning of the week, we had 2 families at our house a lot because of the fires, and thursday morning after they left we woke to some creative sidewalk chalk art on the driveway. we thought it was just a bunch of&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCWYkXFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AgfdGsjtdh4/s1600-h/hola+lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847382757760082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCWYkXFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AgfdGsjtdh4/s320/hola+lover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank yous because nothing screams "message from the davis family" like sidewalk chalk. then we read the messages. i &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrDWYkXJI/AAAAAAAAABE/ezeHZG3suvM/s1600-h/urfine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847399937629330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrDWYkXJI/AAAAAAAAABE/ezeHZG3suvM/s320/urfine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrDGYkXII/AAAAAAAAAA8/JZwUjiIwKt8/s1600-h/ur+hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847395642662018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrDGYkXII/AAAAAAAAAA8/JZwUjiIwKt8/s320/ur+hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCmYkXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SZjx4hdYBMc/s1600-h/i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847387052727410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCmYkXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SZjx4hdYBMc/s320/i%27ll+date+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKqw2YkXEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s156TGEE59A/s1600-h/hey+sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847082110049346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKqw2YkXEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s156TGEE59A/s200/hey+sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5023418095042486211-8263586600873024884?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8263586600873024884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8263586600873024884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8263586600873024884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8263586600873024884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/10/teenage-son.html' title='a teenage son'/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RyKrCWYkXGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D6s3huuURIY/s72-c/i+fooball+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-8384157776453777739</id><published>2007-10-16T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:30.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVbVFWRSzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ctOE1nUYQ8A/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100568974773042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVbVFWRSzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ctOE1nUYQ8A/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Davis family sofa 2006, maybe someday I will put all of the Halloween photos together in order and make a fun scrapbook like my sister does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-8384157776453777739?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8384157776453777739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=8384157776453777739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8384157776453777739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/8384157776453777739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/10/davis-family-sofa-2006-maybe-someday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVbVFWRSzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ctOE1nUYQ8A/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-240796731170567931</id><published>2007-10-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:23:31.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVTZlWRSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8lvCathDOo/s1600-h/IMG03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091850191162146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVTZlWRSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8lvCathDOo/s320/IMG03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because there had to be something other than a big black screen, and my sister and I have been laughing so hard at the fact that I can't seem to stay logged in - and since it is so close to Halloween......Here you go from the Davis family sofa in 1997. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For anyone who doesn't know me - no, they are not all mine. Just the 2 on the top left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023418095042486211-240796731170567931?l=annbatson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/feeds/240796731170567931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023418095042486211&amp;postID=240796731170567931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/240796731170567931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023418095042486211/posts/default/240796731170567931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-there-had-to-be-something-other.html' title=''/><author><name>BatMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/STyaJP1TClI/AAAAAAAAARA/uz1JBUsHZCA/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJByoTYWp-s/RxVTZlWRSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8lvCathDOo/s72-c/IMG03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
