<?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-7799483462420349502</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:58:04.187-08:00</updated><category term='TTC'/><title type='text'>Two stepping through life, one DMB song at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-931827086578838104</id><published>2012-01-24T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:58:04.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harry Potter Convos We Need to Have</title><content type='html'>As someone who has read the books multiple times, and someone who has seen the movies countless times, I could not have stated the reasoning why so many people have fallen in love with the magical world of Harry Potter. I too, may never be able to forgive Jo for killing off Fred, but I will I always be grateful to her for creating such an awesome world we can all be a part of.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, thanks HelloGiggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/the-harry-potter-convos-we-need-to-have"&gt;The Harry Potter Convos We Need to Have&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/7799483462420349502-931827086578838104?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/931827086578838104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/harry-potter-convos-we-need-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/931827086578838104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/931827086578838104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/harry-potter-convos-we-need-to-have.html' title='The Harry Potter Convos We Need to Have'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-2799123623545058278</id><published>2012-01-23T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:02:13.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be British</title><content type='html'>I want to be a Britt so I found this HelloGiggles article to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/how-to-be-british"&gt;How To Be British&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-2799123623545058278?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/2799123623545058278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-be-british.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/2799123623545058278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/2799123623545058278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-be-british.html' title='How To Be British'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-6640750259773561791</id><published>2012-01-19T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:18:14.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby’s Guide To Relationships</title><content type='html'>Words to live by. Regardless of how long you've been dating or been married. I especially like: Don't put your heel down, Nobody puts Baby in a corner, and be aware of each other's dance space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/babys-guide-to-relationships"&gt;Baby’s Guide To Relationships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-6640750259773561791?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6640750259773561791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/babys-guide-to-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6640750259773561791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6640750259773561791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/babys-guide-to-relationships.html' title='Baby’s Guide To Relationships'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-1798903440185673169</id><published>2012-01-18T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:18:48.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Happy Book Club: “MWF Seeking BFF”</title><content type='html'>I am seriously starting to believe that HelloGiggles was sent to me by a higher power. A few days ago I came across an article on making new girlfriends, which I found very interesting, and today I come across this article. I have always had a 'difficult' time making friends. As a child I was always very shy and insecure, I always hung back, to insecure to start conversations. As I grew into a teenage, the same pattern continued...though I'm sure that the fact I was fat didn't help. Being overweight made me second guess myself, made me talk myself out of speaking up and introducing myself to people. I would see other overweight teens/young adult and I would wonder, 'how the heck are they doing it?'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, somehow I made it out of that awkward stage of my life. I'm not saying I'm completely outgoing, but I'm better. Now I'm at a stage in my life where I don't really have a set of go to girl friends. I have one. Cristina and I reconnected a couple years ago, she's great, but apart from her, I'm usually flying solo. It's actually kind of pathetic, MLK day I took myself to the movies, alone, at noon to watch New Years Eve...I was surrounded by annoying, loud teenagers. SMH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, like I was saying at the start, I think a higher power might be suggesting that I get out there, leave fear and insecurity behind, and make new potential friends....have I mentioned my make up consultant at Clinique seems pretty cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/shiny-happy-book-club-mwf-seeking-bff"&gt;Shiny Happy Book Club: “MWF Seeking BFF”&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/7799483462420349502-1798903440185673169?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1798903440185673169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/shiny-happy-book-club-mwf-seeking-bff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/1798903440185673169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/1798903440185673169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/shiny-happy-book-club-mwf-seeking-bff.html' title='Shiny Happy Book Club: “MWF Seeking BFF”'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-4811348523560554307</id><published>2012-01-18T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:01:05.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Winnie The Pooh Drawings</title><content type='html'>one of my favorite characters ever. Happy Winnie the Pooh Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliodyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/original-winnie-pooh-drawings.html"&gt;Original Winnie The Pooh Drawings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-4811348523560554307?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/4811348523560554307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/original-winnie-pooh-drawings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/4811348523560554307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/4811348523560554307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/original-winnie-pooh-drawings.html' title='Original Winnie The Pooh Drawings'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-6226887075314250049</id><published>2012-01-17T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:03:00.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop The Boy That Makes You Cry (Stories From My College Days)</title><content type='html'>Good grief! Lord knows I have been there. On BOTH sides of this story. What is it with girls in their early twenties and boys that make us cry? We are attracted to the full of themselves, high than thou, egotistical assholes, who are only out for one thing. And yet we kept going back for more and more, somehow making it OKAY in our heads that yes, they really do like us. Excuse me, I keep referring to 'us', 'we', and 'girls', when I should just be using, "I", and "me'. But considering the number of other early twenty-something girls I encountered in my time, I sure it's okay that for me to use the plurals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on my past encounters of the 'what the hell was I thinking?!" kind, part of me is kinda okay with it because thanks to those D-bags, I can appreciate and truly be grateful for the great man I am married too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there is anyone out there reading this...or any of my other blog posts, know that it is okay to cry, it is okay to let those bastards go. You are better without them. Your time will come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/stop-the-boy-that-makes-you-cry-stories-from-my-college-days"&gt;Stop The Boy That Makes You Cry (Stories From My College Days)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-6226887075314250049?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6226887075314250049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-boy-that-makes-you-cry-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6226887075314250049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6226887075314250049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-boy-that-makes-you-cry-stories.html' title='Stop The Boy That Makes You Cry (Stories From My College Days)'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-7969906709670186941</id><published>2012-01-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:47:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Away From My Mother Has Turned Me Into My Mother</title><content type='html'>Once again, HelloGiggles lights up day. I came this article tonight and was amazed! I totally can relate. I as approach 32, I find myself more and more becoming like my mother...liking a clean house. Ten years ago I wouldn't care less about putting my clothes away, or doing laundry, or having clean bathroom. Now, I can't stand when my husband doesn't put his clothes away, I have to do laundry, because I GET it done all in one day. I must have a clean bathroom, and a clean kitchen. My husband and I have a deal, when I cook, he cleans, when he cooks, I clean. Sounds great, right? Nope. When I cook, I clean as I go. When he cooks, it's a hot mess everywhere! The food is always delicious, but the mess is horrid. On top of that, when I cook I have taken it upon myself to clean as I ago, because it takes my loving husband forever to clean up. The dirty dishes just there in the sink...I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my husband does surprise me with a cleaning service...from time to time. And that makes up for all the other stuff that gets left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/moving-away-from-my-mother-has-turned-me-into-my-mother"&gt;Moving Away From My Mother Has Turned Me Into My Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-7969906709670186941?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/7969906709670186941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/moving-away-from-my-mother-has-turned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/7969906709670186941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/7969906709670186941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/moving-away-from-my-mother-has-turned.html' title='Moving Away From My Mother Has Turned Me Into My Mother'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-3713255842320334081</id><published>2012-01-15T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:31:33.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shm.wth.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to update my blog layout and clearly I am not having an easy time figuring this out! WTH? To top that off, I somehow managed to completely change my blogging format. I use to have the basic format, now it's a completely different one. And on top of that, Jacoby Jones of the Texans is an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-3713255842320334081?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/3713255842320334081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/shmwth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3713255842320334081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3713255842320334081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/shmwth.html' title='shm.wth.'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-3163627588400816901</id><published>2012-01-14T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:05:29.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Babysitters Club Member Are You?</title><content type='html'>Many thanks HelloGiggles for bringing this jewel out of hiding. I grew up on the BSC. I remember being in Mrs. Green's fifth grade class, walking up to her bookshelf and picking up BSC #9, The Ghost at Dawn's House. I couldn't put it down! Loved it. The BSC saw me through my entire fifth grade, middle school, and yes, part of my high school career. Sadly, they somehow ended up in a box at my parent's house. However, I did manage to locate a few and I have those stationed in my classroom library for my students to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article below talks about which baby-sitter you most relate too. I always considered myself a Mary Anne, with a bit of a Stacy hiding inside. I'm about to turn 32, and I still consider this to be true. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I 'll swing by my mom' house and go digging through those old boxes to see if I can find the rest of my BSC collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/which-babysitters-club-member-are-you-by-sophia-rossi"&gt;Which Babysitters Club Member Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-3163627588400816901?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/3163627588400816901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/which-babysitters-club-member-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3163627588400816901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3163627588400816901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/which-babysitters-club-member-are-you.html' title='Which Babysitters Club Member Are You?'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-8762438927911467804</id><published>2012-01-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:12:11.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Making New Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>Another good one from HelloGiggles. I had a hard time making friends as a child and teenage. I was much to shy and insecure for my own good. As an adult, I also find myself hesitant to step outside my comfort zone and engage in conversation with what could be a future girl, I'm trying to get better at this. I'm a cool person. I really am, therefore, I found this article very insightful. Here's hoping it helps me in my endeavors to meet new people and make new girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, my Clinique consultant is really cool. Everytime I've gone to purchase something new, we've engaged in a rather nice back and forth. Hmm, potential friend? Only time will tell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/on-making-new-girlfriends"&gt;On Making New Girlfriends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-8762438927911467804?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8762438927911467804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-making-new-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8762438927911467804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8762438927911467804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-making-new-girlfriends.html' title='On Making New Girlfriends'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-514975781974844952</id><published>2012-01-14T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:01:56.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Movie: Scream (1996)</title><content type='html'>I agree. This is one of the ONLY slasher films I can sit through. Thanks HelloGiggles for making me feel not such a dweeb. Everyone gives me smack for NOT enjoying slasher flicks. I always say, Scooby-Doo is as scary as I go. However, I can also do Scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/instant-movie-scream-1996"&gt;Instant Movie: Scream (1996)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-514975781974844952?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/514975781974844952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant-movie-scream-1996.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/514975781974844952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/514975781974844952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant-movie-scream-1996.html' title='Instant Movie: Scream (1996)'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-5360569088836053701</id><published>2012-01-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T08:55:36.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HelloGiggles</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered HelloGiggles.com and am in love with it. It is a site geared for women. Last night, as I was sitting in my pj's on the sofa, watching rerun after rerun of The Big Bang Theory, I came across this on HelloGiggles. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/the-best-ladygaga-cover-youll-hear-from-ps22-and-ithacapella"&gt;The Best Lady GaGa Cover You’ll Hear, From PS22 and Ithacapella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-5360569088836053701?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/5360569088836053701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/hellogiggles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5360569088836053701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5360569088836053701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2012/01/hellogiggles.html' title='HelloGiggles'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-6429319616916497246</id><published>2011-12-31T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:40:07.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>I welcome you with open arms. I pray and hope that...&lt;br /&gt;-you not heard that my tubes are funky&lt;br /&gt;-haven't heard that my ovaries are acting a fool&lt;br /&gt;-that you know I want to drop 20lbs.&lt;br /&gt;-that you know for a fact I wouldn't mind beginning 20lbs due to being preggers&lt;br /&gt;-that I am able to pay off a student loan...or at least half of it.&lt;br /&gt;-that more than anything on Earth I want to be a mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years. May it be the best yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-6429319616916497246?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6429319616916497246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6429319616916497246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6429319616916497246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-5150124251592922398</id><published>2011-12-30T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:00:56.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so...</title><content type='html'>another year is coming to an end, and I couldn't be happier. 2011 wasn't the best of years for the zemog's. As soon as the clock rings midnight tomorrow night, I am not looking back. Repeat. I am not looking back. I pray and hope that 2012 bring much good for the zemogs. I hope 2012 is the year I pay off one student loan. I hope 2012 is the year I drop 20lbs. I hope 2012 is the year I gain back the 20 lbs I am planning on loosing because I pray with all my heart that 2012 is the year we get preggers and become parents. That's not asking for much....is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-5150124251592922398?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/5150124251592922398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5150124251592922398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5150124251592922398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-so.html' title='and so...'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-5779209669192619690</id><published>2011-06-08T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:03:47.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a crime scene in my pants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There you have it. In a nutshell, we're NOT pregnant. Again. It sucks, but one must remain hopeful. We'll try again and again until it happens. Meanwhile, I can hit the gym and keep myself busy and NOT stress. Try not to focus on everyone around me walking around with a belly or about to pop out a kid. Trying to avoid people who can't help but ask, "when are you going to have a baby?!" Really annoying individual, because our sex life is any of your concern. People who are always asking, even if they haven't seen you in years, but still believe it's okay to ask, piss me off. No sir and madame, it is NOT okay to ask. Some of us have to work to have a baby, unlike others who just seem to open their legs and BAM! they're pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting. Off to Pilates. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-5779209669192619690?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/5779209669192619690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-crime-scence-in-my-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5779209669192619690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/5779209669192619690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-crime-scence-in-my-pants.html' title='There&apos;s a crime scene in my pants...'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-8454256480217846509</id><published>2011-06-04T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:13:52.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First grade teacher no more...</title><content type='html'>It has been a good while since I've gotten around to posting anything. Sorry! It has just been crazy. In the past three months, my grandmother passed, I flew to Honduras to visit family and her grave, got news from my OB that my only hope for children is IVF, got more news from my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist) that my tubes and ovaries are doing okay and... I made the decision to move to fourth grade. Yep, Mrs. Gomez is no longer the first grade teacher, much to the kindergartner's, (and their parents), disappointment. I am moving to fourth. Sadly, my good friend and co-worker decided to move back home to NOLA, and took a position out there, which made it possible for me to make the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited. I am very nervous. I am very anxious. I am full of ideas...and doubt. Though, I am trying to rid myself of the doubt and just focus on the excitement of a new challenge. I've had the students before as first graders. They're very excited! As are the parents, a lot of them have told me how excited they are to have me again, I even had a few come into my end of school party and hug me and congratulate me on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math and science frighten me a little. I am trying to research to see if there are any math courses being offered in the Texas area during the summer. So far, just one, one day seminar. I hope I am able to come across at least one more I can attended. I do, however, have access the math and science online, so I'll be reviewing the material I'll be teaching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-8454256480217846509?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8454256480217846509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-grade-teacher-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8454256480217846509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8454256480217846509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-grade-teacher-no-more.html' title='First grade teacher no more...'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-8923993173993694065</id><published>2011-03-27T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:50:14.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crampy and sleepy</title><content type='html'>So I'm 7dpo and I've been oh so sleepy since I woke up and very crampy. These cramps aren't the OMG, I'm in so much pain, it hurts, cramps. These are more like the, "these are so annoying", cramps. I hope that these are positive signs. I'm currently 7dpo, I know that implantation will happen anywhere from 7-10dpo. As always, I know time will tell. Time will always tell. I just hope that this time, time will tell us good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-8923993173993694065?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8923993173993694065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/03/crampy-and-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8923993173993694065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8923993173993694065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/03/crampy-and-sleepy.html' title='crampy and sleepy'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-407854046147630085</id><published>2011-03-08T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:13:37.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>how is it decided</title><content type='html'>So last night my husband, some friends and I went to the rodeo to see Mr. Tim McGraw. As we're walking up to Reliant Stadium for the show, we're almost run over by these two idiots, both pushing stroller, with babies in them. What the hell?! I was not okay with that. How is it that these two idiots have babies and clearly don't know what the hell they're doing. Meanwhile, those of us who are at a good place in life are having a dickens of a time getting pregnant. How is that right? How is that fair? How is it decided who get's to get pregnant and who has to keep trying and trying and trying and trying? How? I would love to know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm bitter, because I'm not. I would just like to know, which I know isn't possible since I'm on God's time not my own. I am aware of that, I just need reminders from time to time. It is frustrating to want something so badly and not getting it. Telling my husband monht after month that "oh yea, my period just came, we're not pregnant.", is very hard. This whole process is very hard and draining. Draining mentally, emotionally and physically. We're not giving it up though. God will, our time to be pregnant and become parents will come soon enough. I just needed to vent. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening...is anyone listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-407854046147630085?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/407854046147630085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-is-it-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/407854046147630085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/407854046147630085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-is-it-decided.html' title='how is it decided'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-8040187682146114951</id><published>2011-02-08T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:36:54.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous in First: Happy Birthday To You and Sale!</title><content type='html'>Came across this and love it! Can't wait to do with my first graders. Might even get my hubby to make us a Dr. Seuss cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabulousinfirst.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-to-you-and-sale.html?spref=bl"&gt;Fabulous in First: Happy Birthday To You and Sale!&lt;/a&gt;: &amp;quot;Before you know it Valentine&amp;#39;s and President&amp;#39;s Day will pass and you&amp;#39;ll have a big old birthday to celebrate.  Can you guess who you wi...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-8040187682146114951?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fabulousinfirst.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-to-you-and-sale.html?spref=bl' title='Fabulous in First: Happy Birthday To You and Sale!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8040187682146114951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/fabulous-in-first-happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8040187682146114951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8040187682146114951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/fabulous-in-first-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Fabulous in First: Happy Birthday To You and Sale!'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-8666634762845479475</id><published>2011-02-08T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:56:46.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 13</title><content type='html'>I called my doctor today and had them call in the Clomid prescription. I know the drill. I pray month 13 is our lucky month. Going into TTC, I always thought getting pregnant would be the easiest thing on Earth, clearly I had no clue. We've been trying for over a year, I just thought we'd be parents by now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been 10 months of BBT, about six months of Clomid, ten months of AF showing up. Then there were those two glorious months when we were pregnant. 8 glorious, wonderful, blissful weeks when I had a little life growing inside. Loosing our baby was the hardest thing I've ever had to endure, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But it made us stronger, it unified us even more. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry or discouraged, it just really sucks when you want something so bad. I believe it will happen for us again. We'll get our little bean. In the meantime, we wait, pray and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-8666634762845479475?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8666634762845479475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/month-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8666634762845479475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/8666634762845479475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/month-13.html' title='Month 13'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-1861199589062461587</id><published>2011-02-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:27:03.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TTC'/><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>So I woke up to major cramps and AF this morning. To quote that 80's song, "another MONTH bites the dust". I'll be calling my doctor and getting back on the Clomid starting day 5-9. I'm sad, we're both sad, but it'll be okay. After our miscarraige, this is just another stepping stone. God willing, we'll be parents soon. In the meantime, I'm enjoying some Pinot Grigo this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-1861199589062461587?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1861199589062461587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/1861199589062461587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/1861199589062461587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-742071858441671434</id><published>2011-02-05T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:41:17.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy, long, fun day. It was a day filled of hanging with my hubby, shoe shopping, lunch and dinner with good friends and the movies. Now I'm exhausted! Even as I sit here and type this my eyes are closing. How is it I'm so sleepy when I took a two hour nap yesterday, fell back asleep at 10 and woke up at 7:30 feeling well rested?! maybe I should take this sleepiness as a good sign of be pregnant. My period is due to start Feb. 11th, needless to say I'm becoming a bit too focused on that date. Not in a bad way, just anxious. I could POAS, but I refuse too. Not before the 11th, anyway. I tested early last March got a BFP followed by my period two days later and then the miscarriage in November...I just can't handle the idea of testing early, getting a positive only be let down later. I'll sit, pray and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for tonight I bid you goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-742071858441671434?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/742071858441671434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/742071858441671434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/742071858441671434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-7632470986445451928</id><published>2011-02-04T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:02:06.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTr3S1EmTy4/TUzLONNcIhI/AAAAAAAAA4w/K2YehPojxmo/s1600/cakeandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTr3S1EmTy4/TUzLONNcIhI/AAAAAAAAA4w/K2YehPojxmo/s200/cakeandme.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTr3S1EmTy4/TUzLZ2WWpzI/AAAAAAAAA40/z-a2-u1Kb4Y/s1600/DSC00556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTr3S1EmTy4/TUzLZ2WWpzI/AAAAAAAAA40/z-a2-u1Kb4Y/s200/DSC00556.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently turned 31 years old. I rather enjoyed it. My students and their parents surprised me with flowers and cupcakes, I got serenaded by pre-k, kinder, first, second and third grades while at lunch. My wonderful husband took me out to dinner and got me the DMB CD I wanted, and we celebrated with friends that Saturday. We hand games night at Casa de Zemog, where earlier in the day my husband decorated my birthday cake in the shape of the Quidditch field from Harry Potter. It was a great time. I wouldn't trade being 30-something for being 20-anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 31 brings me many blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-7632470986445451928?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/7632470986445451928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/turning-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/7632470986445451928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/7632470986445451928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/turning-31.html' title='Turning 31'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTr3S1EmTy4/TUzLONNcIhI/AAAAAAAAA4w/K2YehPojxmo/s72-c/cakeandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-9113119159536098287</id><published>2011-02-04T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:07:37.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>School let out early and was cancel today due to "winter weather". Due to this "winter weather", my husband and I have spent a day doing something we never get to do; nothing. We woke up at 6:30 this morning in search of snow, sad to repot we were let down :( so we continued our day by finishing bones season 4, starting season 5, and have now moved on to movies. Do we feel guilty? Nope. We're enjoying our "snow day". Thanks meterologoist in the Houston area, thank you icy streets, artric blast and the creators of Netflix! We have really enjoyed doing nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-9113119159536098287?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/9113119159536098287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/9113119159536098287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/9113119159536098287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-6962335662002763629</id><published>2011-01-26T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:35:48.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a whole year</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a whole year since I was last on this blog. Clearly I've had other things on my mind. Well, I am a year old and I hope a year wiser. Just turned 31 yesterday, had an awesome day. This past year was one of the hardest year we've endured. We've been trying to have a baby and apparently it's not as easy as I always thought it would be. We recently succeed only miscarry a few weeks later. November was not a good month for us. It was by far the hardest thing I've endured. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. We've dealt with it and are now trying again. God willing it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year I will do my best to write about our experience trying to conceive. God willing it will be a good, happy, joyful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-6962335662002763629?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6962335662002763629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-whole-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6962335662002763629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/6962335662002763629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-whole-year.html' title='it&apos;s been a whole year'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-473289692358794293</id><published>2010-01-03T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:46:55.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of Monday...</title><content type='html'>On a completely different note. I go back to work tomorrow. It seems two weeks worth of Christmas vacation flew by. Here and gone in a blink of an eye. I am now looking foreward to Spring Break, in March, Easter Break, in April and summer vacation at the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an in service day tomorrow, first half of the day will be some stupid training. And I do mean stupid. Love and Logic, it seems like a good program, but not for the age group I teach. I think I might have to speak up tomorrow and say that. The second half will consist of us working on our classrooms. Normally, I would have spent all day in the classroom today, hours and hours of work, which I would not get paid for and would never get recognized for. Instead this year, I am home this cold Sunday afternoon, taking care of me and mine. Work will have to get done tomorrow, at work. I intend on minimizing the amount of work I bring home on a daily basis and on a weekend basis. There is no reason I should be killing myself with so much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I don't think I am all that excited to start work again. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do. Teaching, I believe, is my call in life. It's just frustrating, I feel these parents are trying to do my job for me, by teaching their children stuff they aren't required know let alone master in first grade. I mean come on! I have parents who 'work' their daughter from the moment she gets home from school until its her bed time. Reall? What good can come of that? No wonder the kid is always socializing during school. She is unable to be a kid while at home. I have other parents who give kids 'classwork' to do while at home. They then proceed to inform me, their child has not problem completing the work at home...yes, that's great and dandy, but we have 21 first graders this year. They need to be able to complete the work while 20 other kids are acting a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I am not teaching to make friends out of six year olds. They don't have to like me, they really don't , neither do their parents, but they do need to respect me and the school and the rules. I am hopeful that this second semester will be a positive one. it will be good. I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-473289692358794293?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/473289692358794293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2010/01/return-of-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/473289692358794293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/473289692358794293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2010/01/return-of-monday.html' title='the return of Monday...'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-3607801646798419096</id><published>2010-01-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:40:30.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one, compeleted</title><content type='html'>It is, 4:33 PM, Sunday afternoon. I have completed day one, of my 30 day EA Sports Active Challenge. I burnt 142.1 calories and felt the burn, especially in my thighs. It felt good :) I am also happy to report I have only used 7 WW points thus far. Breakfast consisted of 1 fiber pop tart and some coffee, lunch consisted of a spring salad and a bowl of potato soup. I have decided to not track my activity points on WWonline. I know me and I will try to trade any activity points for food points. And we can't have that. Not this time around. This time will be different. This time I will indeed, succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very pleased to announce, my husband is currently working on his EA Sports Active work out. He hasn't worked out in many months and will most likely be sore in the AM, but it's good for him. I want him healthy. I want us healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post tomorrow regarding day 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7799483462420349502-3607801646798419096?l=mrsgiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/3607801646798419096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one-compeleted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3607801646798419096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799483462420349502/posts/default/3607801646798419096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgiggles.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one-compeleted.html' title='day one, compeleted'/><author><name>MrsZemog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929549564882151983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A55n_uFdB0/Tv5ozK7D7sI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zN4RIhNS6m0/s220/it%2527s%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799483462420349502.post-5025906766793226599</id><published>2010-01-02T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:37:36.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>So my husband, Mauro and I got ourselves a Wii and a Wii Fit for Christmas. It is our goal to effectively use the Wii Fit to help achevie our goal of losing weight. Notice, I said goal, not resolution. I got the idea earlier today, from a friend, to blog about the whole experience. I have been 'trying' and by trying I mean half assing it, for the past year to lose weight and have failed. I have failed and fallen flat on my ass, having gained three pounds over christmas break. So now, now I'm taking it public. I am making myself publicly accountable for my, my success and my downfalls. I plan on blogging at least once a week on my progress. Posting my weight (165 to be exact), posting my weight watchers point #WW usage and and my Wii Fit/EA Active results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan on being more outspoken this year and to stop letting 'fear of', run my life. I have always allowed my 'fear of' what might happen or how someone might react, stop me from speaking what I think. I intend on changing that. Mind you, I don't want to be disrespectful or rude in doing this. 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