<?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-8824872</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:27.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheekymamablog</title><subtitle type='html'>the thoughts and feelings of a capricorn mama doula knitter wife and love slave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-114058726591203418</id><published>2006-02-21T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:47:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Craftster!</title><content type='html'>YAY! you found me :)&lt;br /&gt;I love knitted/crocheted toys like penguins, monkeys, or an octopus.&lt;br /&gt;Tote bags are great, and I love good chocolate. I adore gothy inspired jewelry, long dangly things and beautiful journals. Kiefer Sutherland is my hollywood lust object of choice. (and has been for 10 years) mmmm that boy. I love all sorts of naughtyness and belligerent behavior. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-114058726591203418?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/114058726591203418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=114058726591203418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/114058726591203418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/114058726591203418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-craftster.html' title='Oh Craftster!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113484672998613508</id><published>2005-12-17T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:12:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved back to LJ</title><content type='html'>I guess its been awhile since I posted here. I sort of unofficially moved back to LJ. my username there is cheekymama if you want to catch up. I just like the filters available over there. Some entries are just too personal to share here yanno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113484672998613508?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113484672998613508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113484672998613508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113484672998613508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113484672998613508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/12/moved-back-to-lj.html' title='moved back to LJ'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113108345751876157</id><published>2005-11-03T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:50:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update.</title><content type='html'>So, I've taken up belly dancing again. I have been bitten hard by the dance bug,and when I'm online anymore, its rarely at parenting sites or chat rooms...its belly dancing sites.LOL I am starting from scratch so that I dont frustrate myself too early on. I have worked the last week every day on my basic fast and slow moves, and have been putting together a little choreographed bit to practice with. Its so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113108345751876157?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113108345751876157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113108345751876157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113108345751876157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113108345751876157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-update.html' title='just an update.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113028507451000910</id><published>2005-10-25T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:04:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearranging fun!</title><content type='html'>Today, Jody and I moved our computer/computer table/scanner/printer and all that stuff into our bedroom. I rearranged the dining area too and theres SO much more room out there. No more paper mess in the kitchen area which makes it look so much nicer! YAY for rearranging fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113028507451000910?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113028507451000910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113028507451000910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113028507451000910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113028507451000910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/rearranging-fun.html' title='Rearranging fun!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113018367924308287</id><published>2005-10-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:54:39.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Ding-a-ding-dang my dang-a-long ling-long.</title><content type='html'>Its WIC recertification time again folks...fun fun fun. Nothing like being badgered about not vaccinating my kid, nothing like the raised eyebrows and jaw drop when they hear hes STILL breastfeeding. Nothing at all like the insistence I face when they try to poke him with a needle to "check him for iron", and I decline. "But he was low last time he was checked", they say. "Hes breastfed," I say, "He will be lower in iron than the bottle fed babies you are used to. His diet is good, and he is growing normally, physically and mentally. Thank you for the visit now give me my vouchers." I am not looking forward to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113018367924308287?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113018367924308287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113018367924308287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113018367924308287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113018367924308287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-ding-ding-dang-my-dang-long-ling.html' title='Well Ding-a-ding-dang my dang-a-long ling-long.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113010723925298843</id><published>2005-10-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:40:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love books.</title><content type='html'>Not every book, or all books, but I love certain types of books. That sounds kind of silly, I mean, everyone loves certain types of books. Anyway, I love conversation books. Big thick books that have stories to go along with information. I have in mind specifically, these great cookbooks that I have. One is titled "Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet...A culinary journey through southeast asia." Its basically a southeast asian cookbook, but its so much more than that. This family (mom, dad, two darling long haired scruffy boys) travels all up and down the mekong river stopping in each town and discovering the food of the different regions. The boys are young and so free. They run off to the towns with the children of whomever offers to host the family for the evening (or week or what have you). These people are truly blessed to be living such an amazing yet simple life. Travelling around and searching for food secrets from all over the world. They are homeschooled (or unschooled likely) and just free to be. There are alot of great stories of their trips, and some scary situations that they found themselves in. All in all its a really fascinating read and great recipes to boot!&lt;br /&gt;The other book I have been thinking of is titled "Soup...A way of life" and its basically all different soup recipes from all over the world, but again it goes deeper. It goes into the lives and homes of these great people and tells such wonderful stories. I just love books like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113010723925298843?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113010723925298843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113010723925298843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113010723925298843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113010723925298843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-books.html' title='I love books.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-113008361306200812</id><published>2005-10-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:06:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fun. :)</title><content type='html'>I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-113008361306200812?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113008361306200812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=113008361306200812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113008361306200812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/113008361306200812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-was-fun.html' title='That was fun. :)'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112878639159112516</id><published>2005-10-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T08:46:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No phone</title><content type='html'>Hunter broke the battery cord on the phone last week, in case anyone wondered why I haven't called. Not that anyone would be around to call, but you know. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112878639159112516?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112878639159112516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112878639159112516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112878639159112516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112878639159112516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-phone.html' title='No phone'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112873641288856620</id><published>2005-10-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:53:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY day</title><content type='html'>Today started great, woke with hunter at 8, snuck into DH's bed to snuggle as a family. I really cherish our early morning snuggletime. We layed in there for an hour or so until it was time for J to get ready for work. Hunter and I snuggled a bit more while daddy took His shower. After J left, Hunter and I had a delicious breakfastof fruity pebbles and milk. :D I finished tidying up the livingroom and kitchen before choosing my daily chore cards from my organizer. Bathroom day, so i scrubbed and swept, mopped and shined up the mirrors of both bathrooms. Nice, now the whole house is clean again. I also cleaned out the fridge because I forgot to do it yesterday. Its sparkling now, and that funny smell is gone. *chuckles* I also cleaned out under one of the cupboards because it was really unorganized and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced a short while today, going over each beginner movement that I can remember, trying to get it all back in my head. Its really sort of like riding a bike though. A little practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight, i roasted some beets, and sauteed their greens in bacon fat and shallots, drizzling them with vinegar when they were done. We also had ribeye steaks which were seared to perfection and medium rare, just how J likes it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I cleaned up Hunters toys and put the dishes away. Its now nice and clean for when J gets home tonight. He appreciated a clean house even more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this might just seem like boring old nothing much to say stuff, but let me just say that I value my simple mostly uncomplicated life more than words can say. My wild boy, my bratty girl, and my amazing husband, (oh, and our awesome dog cloe) I wouldn't trade my life with anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112873641288856620?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112873641288856620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112873641288856620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112873641288856620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112873641288856620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-day.html' title='MY day'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112778316013045842</id><published>2005-09-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:08:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>Deep cleaned the living room after cutting some hair this morning. Re-arranged things around a bit which seemed to make alot of extra room. Managed to keep things clean today YAY me! My system of organization is working...Finally, I can be one of those clean people.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight, Im making seared new york steaks that were marinated in my homemade teriyaki, all green salad with broccoli, cucumbers, green onions and my homemade special sauce, sauteed green beans, mushrooms and garlic and jasmine rice with my homemade herb butter... For dessert I made some wicked cinnamon banana bread. For tomorrows breakfast, I have french toast casserole soaking in the fridge and it will have a crunchy caramelly topping. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Jody went night fishing and should be home in a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112778316013045842?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112778316013045842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112778316013045842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112778316013045842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112778316013045842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112774850248734170</id><published>2005-09-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:28:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my boy is so charming.</title><content type='html'>I know we have our wild crazy yogurt filled days around here but then theres days like yesterday where all he wanted to do was hug me, kiss me and bring me special things from around the house. "eeko mommy" as he hands me a bit of paper he found on the floor..."eeko mommy" as he hands me a roll of t.p. he "found" in the bathroom...thank you baby boy. What a big helper. "eeko mommy...sfeef" as he hands me the broom which he found in the garage. What a good boy, helping mama clean. After lunch he comes over crawls up in my lap and says..."kiss mommy" so I pucker up and receive the sweetest applesauce flavored kiss of my life. He kisses me over and over and over because it is his favorite thing to do. kiss...kiss...kiss. Ahhhh, what a charming delicious applesauce flavored boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112774850248734170?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112774850248734170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112774850248734170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112774850248734170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112774850248734170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-boy-is-so-charming.html' title='my boy is so charming.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112761816942419698</id><published>2005-09-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:16:09.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual? maybe. :D</title><content type='html'>tonights dinner included beef hot dogs, fresh sauteed green beans, tater tots with louie sauce, and deep fried pickles. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112761816942419698?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112761816942419698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112761816942419698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112761816942419698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112761816942419698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/unusual-maybe-d.html' title='unusual? maybe. :D'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112759856912105982</id><published>2005-09-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:50:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's how i feel about art.</title><content type='html'>After reading a pals blog entry about tiers, and art...(hey g! :)) I was thinking about art myself, and the way i see it, the way i relate to art and artists. I used to think it would be so great to go to art school and learn about the history and proper techniques etc...but i don't think I would ever do that now. I think that when a person goes to art school (or any school) and learns the "proper" way of doing things some raw natural artistic instinct is taken from them and i dont think it can be replaced. This isnt to say that people who go to art school can't be great artists of course, Im sure they can...its just that I think they see art differently after learning too much about it, and i think thats a spoiler of sorts for the actual art. To look at someones art and be unable to just "see" it, in my opinion is a tragedy. I want my eyes to be the judge of the art I view...not my brain. That is my rambling of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I hope theres no offense taken in my statements, I was just comparing and contrasting my personal feelings...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112759856912105982?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112759856912105982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112759856912105982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112759856912105982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112759856912105982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-how-i-feel-about-art.html' title='Here&apos;s how i feel about art.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112753330780783860</id><published>2005-09-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:41:47.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got in touch with my old friend D today. She lives in Mississippi and I had been worrying about her since Katrina.  Shes fine, but another of my old friends lost everything. Her home, her car...everything she ever had. She's been staying with my friend D, and has now moved in with relatives in (Missouri?) I also found out in my conversation with D, that 2 of my Dom pals from back in the day have passed away. It was sad for me to hear that, as it had been so long since I had contact with either of them, and they were good friends for a time. My Friend J lives in LA and while He did not lose anything during Katrinas rage, he has evacuated his home in fear of Rita. I heard there are supposed to be even MORE of these hurricanes. Makes me so glad to not live down there, but so worried for so many friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112753330780783860?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112753330780783860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112753330780783860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112753330780783860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112753330780783860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-in-touch-with-my-old-friend-d.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112726757682597016</id><published>2005-09-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:52:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm dinner</title><content type='html'>tonight i made baked wild trout with fresh herbs (jody caught a 24 inch wild trout with a 14 inch girth! MASSIVE) I made to go with it, sauteed cabbage with crispy bacon pieces, and fresh raw sliced zucchinis from the garden with a homemade hummous for dipping. MMMMMMM What a tasty dinner!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I met with a prospective doula client today and it went really well. I feel like we really meshed well. Shes SO eager to have a homebirth and is trying to find a way to pay for it since her insurance wont cover it. Im hoping she finds a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112726757682597016?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112726757682597016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112726757682597016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112726757682597016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112726757682597016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/mmmm-dinner.html' title='mmmm dinner'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112690007130564722</id><published>2005-09-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:47:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>Hunter is driving me INSANE today. Damn kid won't take his nap, he asks to be put in his crib so i put him in there, only to have him scream to get out 10 seconds later, so i remove him only to have him scream and throw a fit because hes not in his crib anymore. He asks for a booboo,  so I lift my shirt and flop one out only to have him throw a friggin fit because I've chosen the wrong boob. I quickly appologize and remove the other boob, only to find that it TOO is the wrong boob. I then flop them both out, figuring he will take his pick, only to discover that he doesnt want a boob anymore, but rather some applesauce. FINE. So I pour him a little bowl of applesauce, and he throws it on the floor. Apparently, it was too cold and He wants yogurt instead. FINE. I pour him a little yogurt which makes him quite happy. So happy in fact, that he shovels as much as he can right into his sweet little mouth, and with a smile and cheeks bulging, he runs into the lifing room and sprays it all over the floor, quickly informing me that cloe has "pooked' on the floor. I lose my temper and holler, "god dammit boy" before I clean up the sticky mess, and now his feelings are hurt and he gives me the most awful sad pathetic little face. I scoop him up and tell him Im sorry for yelling, and kiss him and hug and snuggle him, and hes fine now. He gets down from my lap, and tells me he wants a peach. FINE. We get apeach, and while Im cutting it up he grabs a whole one and takes a big bite from it. I take it away, (causing a hysterical fit) and go back to cutting. He very quickly climbs onto the counter, and grabs another peach, eating a chunk of it before throwing it AT me and jumping down, running into my bedroom to hide. I finish cutting up the rest of the peach, and put the other 2 away and go to get him from my room, only to find that he has taken the wah-coot (vacuum) apart and strewn the dirt and dust from the last several days all over a freshly washed pile of clothes that are waiting to be folded. Fuck. It's all happened before NOON for christsakes. help me. Im drowning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112690007130564722?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112690007130564722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112690007130564722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112690007130564722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112690007130564722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112666900718697738</id><published>2005-09-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:36:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PP Doula work today</title><content type='html'>And it was fun! I got to hold and snuggle baby N. while mama took some time to spend with her older son, reading to him and then putting him down for a nap. She got to shower too which I imagine was great :) Showers always make you feel better when you've been stuck in your PJ's all day. I swept her floor andpicked up a couple things, but most of the time i got to just sit and hold the wee bean. Hes really an absolutely gorgeous baby with beautiful soft skin and perfect little poochy lips. He's even got himself a dimple in his cheek!&lt;br /&gt;I will be going back Thursday to go grocery shopping for them and hopefully I'll also get some cleaning done for her. I'd love to do some baby massage but I think we won't have time thursday so maybe the next visit. Shes paid for 2 hours x 7 days. Nice! :)&lt;br /&gt;Shes a really cool mama too so its nice to sit and chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunters using his potty all the time (edit: Hes sitting on it all the time, but still mostly using the kitchen floor for the actual deed) GAH. Hes so charming and sweet though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112666900718697738?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112666900718697738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112666900718697738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112666900718697738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112666900718697738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/pp-doula-work-today.html' title='PP Doula work today'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112655899990776534</id><published>2005-09-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:03:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps me from being lonely.</title><content type='html'>I almost have the quilt finished. I am hand quilting it and it really takes alot of my time. Thats alright though because I've been feeling really lonely lately and it keeps me from feeling too terribly sorry for myself :P. Everyone I know is too busy or pre-occupied to hang out anymore it seems. Jody's been taking the car to work every day which leaves me unable to really go out and do anything anyway. Gas is just so damn expensive we can't afford for me to galavant around town all day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my camera was working so I could take pics of my quilt progress. I really need to send the thing in to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112655899990776534?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112655899990776534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112655899990776534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112655899990776534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112655899990776534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-keeps-me-from-being-lonely.html' title='It keeps me from being lonely.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112622664819740947</id><published>2005-09-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:44:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freecycle rocks</title><content type='html'>Have I said recently that I am addicted to Freecycle? I have way too much fun with that. My MIL was going to go buy some river rock for her landscaping, and I happened upon a free ad for river rock this morning. I went and loaded the pickup with 1-3 inch river rock. My arms and back are SO sore. I didn't think little rocks would be that heavy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, one of my hubbys favorite words happens to be "homo". It drives me nuts,but what can I do. He said it in the car today, referring to a dolled up dude in the car next to us. Hunter happily repeated his words... "what a homo" over and over and over again. Thanks daddy. ggrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nicer news, I got a huge stack of multi colored cardstock today YAY paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112622664819740947?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112622664819740947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112622664819740947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112622664819740947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112622664819740947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/freecycle-rocks.html' title='Freecycle rocks'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112610886672775049</id><published>2005-09-07T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:01:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty desire to recycle!</title><content type='html'>I  am just itching to go dumpster diving! Here are the places I thought of locally, and I'm sure there are even better places in Portland or Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstores are great for finding books to alter:&lt;br /&gt;    Borders, Book bin, The Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craftstores are great for obvious reasons:&lt;br /&gt;    Craft warehouse, Michaels, Art Dept, Paperzone, (scrap happy uses a locked area dumpster:(.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture stores are great for finding beaded lampshades in which the beads can be removed yay!&lt;br /&gt;    Furniture Row outlet, rent-a-centers, mcmahans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrift stores are great for finding all sorts of cool things for recycling.&lt;br /&gt;     Goodwill, Salvation army (after closing)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;YAY. I am so excited about the idea of finding cool stuff. I just don't wanna do it alone. Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112610886672775049?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112610886672775049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112610886672775049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112610886672775049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112610886672775049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/crafty-desire-to-recycle.html' title='Crafty desire to recycle!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112597497134375711</id><published>2005-09-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:52:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hunter words</title><content type='html'>uh dwee mama?=  what are you doing mama?&lt;br /&gt;ah pickm= I want to pick them (as in tomatoes or berries)&lt;br /&gt;eeko mommy= here you go mama&lt;br /&gt;uh sissy go?= where'd sissy go?&lt;br /&gt;moof peez= move please&lt;br /&gt;uh ship= i want a chip&lt;br /&gt;apoo swas= apple sauce&lt;br /&gt;moo seek= music&lt;br /&gt;dewdee= dirty&lt;br /&gt;a daddy wok= is daddy at work?&lt;br /&gt;da-coo= thank you&lt;br /&gt;a wa-coot= vacuum&lt;br /&gt;nee seek= lipstick&lt;br /&gt;and my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;awah-woo= i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn this boy is so funny and charming. can I have another? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112597497134375711?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112597497134375711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112597497134375711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112597497134375711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112597497134375711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-hunter-words.html' title='More Hunter words'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112572028503244461</id><published>2005-09-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:04:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip to the E.R.</title><content type='html'>This time, the cause was Electricity. Hunter got ahold of my scissors while I was sitting working on a quilt for a friend, and decided it would be a good idea to cut the cord to a lamp which was plugged in. I hear this horrible electrical shredding sound and hunter goes flying into the wall behind the lazy boy. I waited for a second or two and looked him over as I dialed 911. I didnt see any burns, but i wanted to have him checked out anyway because I know electrical damage can be internal and not look like much outside. They drew blood, and took urine and watched him for a couple hours, checking his heart periodically and his blood pressure. Everythings fine and they made me promise to put my damn scissors away. This kids gonna give me wrinkles and grey hair before my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112572028503244461?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112572028503244461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112572028503244461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112572028503244461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112572028503244461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-trip-to-er.html' title='Another trip to the E.R.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112569154546722482</id><published>2005-09-02T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:47:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're kinky and you know it shut your mouth!</title><content type='html'>I am just sick to death of the "Freedom of speech just as long as you say what I want to hear" Bullshit that goes on at MDC. I started a tribe post for BDsM mamas whoch was not at all graphic or nasty. It has been shut down. What the fuck. We were discussing lifestyle issues that are near and dear to our hearts and it was very helpful to many people. It never got descriptive or naughty. Heres a tidbit that I gleaned from Mama-Drama.net (which is a far superior place to be IMNSHO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original post that people were responding to in a very mature way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheekymamaof2&lt;br /&gt;New Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Mar 2004&lt;br /&gt;Location: Salem Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BDsM mamas?&lt;br /&gt;*grins* Surely i'm not the only lifestyler here.....*peers around, looking for other D/s mamas* If this is an inappropriate topic I appologize. The subject matter doesn't have to be graphic or sexual, Its just nice to connect with others who "know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in came the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Mosher&lt;br /&gt;MDC Administrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Nov 2001&lt;br /&gt;Location: Arabia&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 13,499&lt;br /&gt;We don't host discussions of this nature. While a tribe is fine for getting to know each other and chatting, discussions that center around sex are not hosted beyond what our User Agreement outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course people were asking that they be able to continue said conversation as it is allowable through the user agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PGNPORTLAND&lt;br /&gt;New Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Jul 2005&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 27&lt;br /&gt;what!&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous! Moderator did you read this thread? couldn't you see how much is was helping us and how much we got out of it? this thread was not at all pornographic in nature - just a bunch of like-minded mammas talking about an issue that obviously really needs to be talked about. Is there any way to appeal this decision or are we just stuck conforming to someone elses ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arduinna&lt;br /&gt;Sensation Junkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: May 2002&lt;br /&gt;Location: in the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 14,937&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;While a tribe is fine for getting to know each other and chatting, discussions that center around sex are not hosted beyond what our User Agreement outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia, it's clear from the discussions being had here that it is not specifically about sex. In fact sex isn't even a requirement for one that lives this way, or engages in these practices. As long as the discussions doesn't include sex talk, can't it stay open? We have had threads about submissive wives, I really don't see this as much different.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;08-03-2005, 04:08 PM    #35&lt;br /&gt;PGNPORTLAND&lt;br /&gt;New Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Jul 2005&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 27&lt;br /&gt;I agree. please reconsider your decision. perhaps you are letting your own feelings about s/m dictate your decision. this thread is not about sex specifically, it is about how being mothers changes (or not) our feelings about our sexual selves and how we deal with that. please reconsider. you will be doing a great disservice if you do not allow this website&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;08-03-2005, 05:47 PM    #36&lt;br /&gt;Silliest&lt;br /&gt;Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;Location: TEXAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 480&lt;br /&gt;How about we take up a collection to buy Alfie Kohn's forthcoming book on unconditional management practices for the MDC staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling the "working with" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And no I'm not serious. I doubt they'd read it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be non-mainstream, gals, just so long as you do it in the MDC-approved way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is probably my favorite post from that thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silliest&lt;br /&gt;Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;Location: TEXAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 480&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;Originally Posted by tiffani&lt;br /&gt;secondly, I find it humorous that MDC has such a hard time with discussions of sexuality when that's what makes us 'natural families' and 'mothers' in the first place! How do they think those babies get in there anyway? It ain't always vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I thought we all had virgin births here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean these other women have had *sex*!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How vile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silliest&lt;br /&gt;Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;Location: TEXAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 480&lt;br /&gt;[quote: Cynthia Moser] We don't host discussions of this nature. While a tribe is fine for getting to know each other and chatting, discussions that center around sex are not hosted beyond what our User Agreement outlines. [/quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[quote: user agreement] Discussions of a sexual nature should be within the realm of topics inherent to Mothering discussions such as sex after delivery, sex and the family bed, etc.[/quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds to me like this thread is well within bounds.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about post-conception sexuality changes.&lt;br /&gt;Just because our definition of sexuality is broader than "normal", doesn't mean the rules are different for us. That would be discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to anyone who needs to be free to speak what they feel without fear of being banished or humiliated for a lifestyle preference...I say, FUCK MDC, and come over to Mama-Drama.net. The water's fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112569154546722482?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112569154546722482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112569154546722482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112569154546722482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112569154546722482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-youre-kinky-and-you-know-it-shut.html' title='If you&apos;re kinky and you know it shut your mouth!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112568406739292425</id><published>2005-09-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:01:07.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunters words</title><content type='html'>Hes got some really cute words so far. Here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah-pee = airplane&lt;br /&gt;eh-copa = helicopter&lt;br /&gt;bubba fy = butterfly&lt;br /&gt;pee-toes= potatoes&lt;br /&gt;mee toes= tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;deedee= cloe&lt;br /&gt;saws= stars&lt;br /&gt;i need it= I want that&lt;br /&gt;poco= popsicle&lt;br /&gt;ah-cam= ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure there are dozens more and arent they cute? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112568406739292425?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112568406739292425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112568406739292425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112568406739292425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112568406739292425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/09/hunters-words.html' title='Hunters words'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112537523086922561</id><published>2005-08-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:13:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a quick post</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive...We're in Baker City right now, and will be coming home tomorrow. Hopefully, our computer will be fixed up and ready for us when we get back. I miss being online and being able to post daily. A quick funny for you:&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and I were driving alone in the truck this morning and I farted. Apparently it was loud and being quite releived, I heard myself saying..."ahhh". Very soon after that, Hunter is in the back seat giggling, and saying..."TTTHHHBBBTTT...ahh. TTHHFFFBBBTTT...Ahhh" He thinks hes so smart. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112537523086922561?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112537523086922561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112537523086922561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112537523086922561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112537523086922561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-for-quick-post.html' title='time for a quick post'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112457078152172892</id><published>2005-08-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:46:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer is down, no posts for awhile.</title><content type='html'>Something is preventing me from being able to get online from my home computer. SUCK ASS.&lt;br /&gt;In recent news...&lt;br /&gt;hunter and I were driven by ambulance to the emergency room last week, because my darling cheeky boy got into my purse and into my bottle of xanax. He ate 4 or 5 of them (.50 each). I called poison control who informed me that that dose of xanax could kill him and that we needed to get him to the E.R. Immediately. We went, and it took 20 minutes for the nurse to come in and see us. In that short time, hunter went from normal busyactivity to not being able to hold up his own body weight. SCARY. He was given liquid charcoal to soak up the poison and after about 4 hours began to hold up his own weight again. This kid is so busy and so into things...its scary. Hes right back to his charming little self now though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, probably wont be online much anymore. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112457078152172892?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112457078152172892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112457078152172892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112457078152172892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112457078152172892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/08/computer-is-down-no-posts-for-awhile.html' title='Computer is down, no posts for awhile.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112303366356499618</id><published>2005-08-02T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:47:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dewdee pee toes baff</title><content type='html'>So I am in the kitchen straightening sunnys hair and I can hear hunter out back playing. Hes splashing around in a few inches of water and just having a grand ol' time.  I keep semi-hearing a largeish "plop" in the water, followed by hunter saying "dewdee pee toes...baff". This goes on for severalminutes, plop plop, "dewdee pee toes....baff." He soon brought me a very wet potato. I went out to the kiddie pool to find that he had pulled out my whole bag of potatoes and was washing them in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112303366356499618?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112303366356499618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112303366356499618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112303366356499618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112303366356499618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/08/dewdee-pee-toes-baff.html' title='dewdee pee toes baff'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112291011025053824</id><published>2005-08-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:28:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoyut boob.</title><content type='html'>I have a raw cracked nipple. Thrush sucks. I got GSE and natural yogurt for it yesterday, and have been slathering the yogurt right on the affected area. Hunter comes out this morning while Im sitting at the computer, lifts up my pendulous breast so that its at his eye level and says, "mama, yoyut boob. YOYUT BOOB MAMA!!!" It was really cute and almost made having thrush funny. Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112291011025053824?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112291011025053824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112291011025053824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112291011025053824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112291011025053824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/08/yoyut-boob.html' title='Yoyut boob.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112233998416082853</id><published>2005-07-25T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:08:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaphragmatic Release for posterior babies.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been reading up on posterior babies, and the best ways to encourage them to move into a better position, and I ran across an article by Judy Kay Jones, CPM which talks about Diaphragmatic Release, and her success rate in using it. She claims that it has worked in every single posterior presentation shes used it on and that its been years since shes had a posterior baby born that way. Its totally non-invasive and involves little more than mom laying on one of your  hands while your other hand gently rests above her pubic bone. There is no manipulation or forcing of anything and its relaxing for the mom too. A friend of mine is pregnant, and has a posterior baby...or rather, she HAD a posterior baby until today. *grin* I went to her place today to do a belly cast and took her what info I had on posterior babes as well as a few knitting books. Before I left, she asked if I would try the D.R. to see what woulde happen and since it doesn't seem to be anything that could possibly cause any harm...I figured, what the heck? If anything, i will leave with an arm thats asleep. About 15 minutes into the (procedure?) We saw a large rolling movement and she said oh wow i felt that. Several minutes later, the movements of the DR began to fade and We stopped. I felt around, and she felt her own belly and sure enough that baby had turned to an LOA position. YAY! I hope it stays that way but I told her I'd be happy to go over and sit with her again if baby goes back to posterior. I just felt so excited by this because when I initially read the article, I sort of thought...oh yeah whatever. Im a believer now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112233998416082853?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112233998416082853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112233998416082853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112233998416082853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112233998416082853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/diaphragmatic-release-for-posterior.html' title='Diaphragmatic Release for posterior babies.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112218441908526009</id><published>2005-07-23T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:53:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my family</title><content type='html'>I made the most delicious cherry cobbler tonight for my family. bubbly and hot from the oven with the delicious brown sugar-oat-butter crispy topping, a large scoop of french vanilla ice cream, and a dollop of homemade jasmine scented whippedcream. &lt;b&gt;Decadent!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112218441908526009?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112218441908526009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112218441908526009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112218441908526009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112218441908526009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-my-family.html' title='for my family'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112216315235122946</id><published>2005-07-23T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:59:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;"Who'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=16936"&gt;"Who&lt;/a&gt; is your celebrity soulmate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a unique man who will love you passionately&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112216315235122946?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112216315235122946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112216315235122946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112216315235122946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112216315235122946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-quiz-hrefwho-is-your-celebrity_23.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112216310237342165</id><published>2005-07-23T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:58:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="&lt;a href=" id="16936"&gt;"Who'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=16936"&gt;"Who&lt;/a&gt; is your celebrity soulmate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a unique man who will love you passionatly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112216310237342165?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112216310237342165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112216310237342165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112216310237342165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112216310237342165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-quiz-hrefwho-is-your-celebrity.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112214655254764319</id><published>2005-07-23T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T12:22:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" width="50%" style="color:#4B0082;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are indigo&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4B0082&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant hues are blue and magenta. You're the one who goes to all the parties but doesn't quite fit in at every one... you know what you want, but are afraid of what the world might think of it. You're a little different and that's okay with them, and if you're smart it's okay with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112214655254764319?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112214655254764319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112214655254764319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112214655254764319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112214655254764319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-indigo4b0082your-dominant-hues.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112197832651748436</id><published>2005-07-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:38:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=3013" style="color:#fff;" title="What is your stand on....."&gt;What is your stand on.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=spyndakitrose" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;spyndakitrose&lt;/a&gt; and taken 21820 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Abortion?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Leaves a woman feeling empty and guilty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Death Penalty?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;For people who habitually rape and kill children. YES. and you can just take yourself right off of my friendslist if you don't agree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Prostitution?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;legalize it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Alcohol?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Its a sad drug. Sad people abuse it. i love getting drunk once in awhile though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Marijuana?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Legalize it. Use it sparingly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Other drugs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Legalize it. Don't use it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gay marriage?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Illegal immigrants?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;in a utopia, there are no borders. unfortunately we live in a world with terrorists and religious right. Keep them out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smoking?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;YUK. Ashtray breath.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drunk driving?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Don't be a fuckin terd. Call a cab or walk.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cloning?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Ethically wrong.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Racism?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;been there, done that...its not worth it to hate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Premarital sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Old enough to bleed...old enough to breed. (this is according to my redneck brother in law.LOL)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Religion?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;if it pleases you. Dont push your shit on me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;The war in Iraq?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Its time to end.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bush?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Shave it baby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Downloading music?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;If only I had cable.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;The legal drinking age?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;should be 16&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Porn?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mmmmm Mama likes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Suicide?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;its the final clue that someone needed some help.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112197832651748436?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112197832651748436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112197832651748436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112197832651748436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112197832651748436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-your-stand-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112197176262669377</id><published>2005-07-21T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:49:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall, Your Observation Skills Get: A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/howobservant/observant-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hardly anything gets by you...&lt;br /&gt;You have a great memory and eagle eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&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/8824872-112197176262669377?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112197176262669377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112197176262669377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112197176262669377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112197176262669377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/overall-your-observation-skills-get.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112183067712562693</id><published>2005-07-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:37:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 rooms, 50 minutes...*grin*</title><content type='html'>ok, so you pick 5 rooms, and in each room is a person of your choice. You get ten minutes in each room, with each person and you may spend it anyway you like....&lt;br /&gt;Here are my choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first...in the kitchen, I would have Brad Pitt (shirtless and sans facial hair) feed me chocolate covered strawberries with his hands. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...in the Music room (assuming i had one of course) I would have Ewan MacGregor play my baby grand and sing me something deliciously sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third...in the Basement I would have Kiefer Sutherland roleplay with me,  a particular fantasy of mine...Its too harsh to mention here so those that do and care to may see it at the other blog. I will say it involves a gun and leather gloves...woot hooooo*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth...in the bedroom,  I would have Angelina Jolie and those LIPS...all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fifth...in the bathroom, I would have Antonio Banderas bathe me gently and whisper delicious things in my ear in that amazing accent of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW that was alot more fun than I thought it could be. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112183067712562693?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112183067712562693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112183067712562693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112183067712562693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112183067712562693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-rooms-50-minutesgrin.html' title='5 rooms, 50 minutes...*grin*'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112179261532807909</id><published>2005-07-19T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:06:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>Face to face&lt;br /&gt;my lovely foe&lt;br /&gt;Mouth to mouth&lt;br /&gt;raining heaven's blows&lt;br /&gt;Hand on heart&lt;br /&gt;tic tac toe&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars&lt;br /&gt;naked as we flow&lt;br /&gt;Cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;the bitter sweet&lt;br /&gt;Commit your crime&lt;br /&gt;in your deadly time&lt;br /&gt;Commit your crime&lt;br /&gt;in your deadly time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too divine&lt;br /&gt;I want to bend&lt;br /&gt;I want this bliss&lt;br /&gt;but something says I must resist&lt;br /&gt;Another life&lt;br /&gt;another time&lt;br /&gt;We're Siamese twins&lt;br /&gt;writhing intertwined&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;no telling lies&lt;br /&gt;The masks they slide&lt;br /&gt;to reveal a new disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never can win&lt;br /&gt;it's the state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;This danger thrills&lt;br /&gt;and my conflict kills&lt;br /&gt;They say follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;follow it through&lt;br /&gt;But how can you&lt;br /&gt;when you're split in two?&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss&lt;br /&gt;before we die&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;and dream of flying&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Wind in wing&lt;br /&gt;stwo angels falling&lt;br /&gt;To die like this&lt;br /&gt;with a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;It's falsehood's flame&lt;br /&gt;it's a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;the passions breathe&lt;br /&gt;I hate to stay&lt;br /&gt;but then I hate to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Danny Elfman/Siouxsie and the Banshees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112179261532807909?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112179261532807909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112179261532807909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112179261532807909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112179261532807909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112171708269420380</id><published>2005-07-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:04:42.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torn</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen something coming a mile away and felt helpless as to how to avoid it? (or to help someone else avoid it?) But you know that you cant tell people things, they have to learn it on their own. But did you ever wish, in hindsight, that someone could have warned you? That you would have listened? But you wouldnt have...&lt;br /&gt;Thats why they say that thing about hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Cryptic huh? Well, unfortunately, thats how it has to stay. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112171708269420380?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112171708269420380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112171708269420380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171708269420380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171708269420380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112171659255259140</id><published>2005-07-18T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:56:32.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned how to do it!</title><content type='html'>Im so excited...I went into my template area, and screwed around in there until things started to change. Im so happy I figured this stuff out and can now make my blog look really cool. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112171659255259140?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112171659255259140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112171659255259140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171659255259140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171659255259140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-learned-how-to-do-it.html' title='I learned how to do it!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112171283320688470</id><published>2005-07-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:53:53.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gonna be such a hot day.</title><content type='html'>I just really don't like heat. I would move to alaska in about 2 seconds if I had the ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112171283320688470?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112171283320688470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112171283320688470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171283320688470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112171283320688470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-gonna-be-such-hot-day.html' title='Its gonna be such a hot day.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112166490738396522</id><published>2005-07-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:35:07.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Wendy.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think of her and it just brings down my whole day. Wendy Wiseman was the best friend I ever had, and I totally fucked it up. I write her letters sometimes, telling her how sorry I am and how much I love her and her family. I always end up crumpling them up and throwing them away. Something reminded me of her the other day, and I just haven't been able to shake it. I wish I knew where she lived now...I would send her a letter. We had just about everything in common, really everything. It just fucking kills me that its been 6 years since we last spoke. Six fucking years. I miss her so badly and I hurt inside so much because shes not in my life. Her youngest child...Sydney was about 6 months old when I last saw her. Her son (and my daughter) were 5. I wouldn't recognize either of them if I saw them today. I feel really terrible for being such an awful friend to her. Maybe thats why I kept my distance from people for so long...I didnt want to ever lose another one like that. I've managed to gather a friend or two in the last year or so, but its so hard for me to feel like its ok to really let someone like me. I feel like I don't deserve anyones friendship, whichI know isn't true, we all make mistakes...Its a subconcious thing I think. I'm trying to get over it and move on with my life but its so hard. She really was the most amazing open loving cherished friend I ever had. If I ever find another relationship like that again, I would know for certain, that God was smiling at me. I miss her so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112166490738396522?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112166490738396522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112166490738396522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112166490738396522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112166490738396522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-wendy.html' title='Missing Wendy.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112166005480285849</id><published>2005-07-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:14:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Bill Vol 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>So, I went today and finished watching the Kill Bill Volumes with Emily. Before I saw volume 1, I had seen only the trailers on tv and I honestly thought I was going to be disappointed with the movies.  I avoided seeing it for so long, because I absolutely adore Quentin Tarantino, and I think everything the man touches is pure gold, and I just couldn't stand the thought of being less than thrilled with one of his movies. These movies kicked my ass for not seeing them sooner.  Quentin is PURE genius. Absolute perfection these movies were. I can hardly wait to watch them again and again. Two very different movies, both pure gold. YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112166005480285849?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112166005480285849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112166005480285849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112166005480285849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112166005480285849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/kill-bill-vol-1-2.html' title='Kill Bill Vol 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112162429802397535</id><published>2005-07-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:18:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' hair.</title><content type='html'>So, It's sunday again and I'll be down at the salon doing hair again. I don't know what ever made me think I would want to do hair forever. I really truly enjoy doing haircolor for my friends and family, and a few close clients, but I can't imagine going back to that full time EVER. I know I have mad coloring skills and I think the idea of finishing the garage into a studio where I could do color would be really fun. It would also be really cool to open a really saucy little knitting cafe, AND to be able to afford midwifery school, but damn damn damn...shit costs money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112162429802397535?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112162429802397535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112162429802397535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112162429802397535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112162429802397535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/doin-hair.html' title='Doin&apos; hair.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112148145416139561</id><published>2005-07-15T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:37:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Fair fun</title><content type='html'>Hunter and I spent the day down at the art fair. It was nice out, not too hot in the shade. We ate a delicious organic black bean burrito, and drank YUMMILICIOUS organic lemonade. We also shared a chocolate dipped ice cream bar with nuts. MMMM. I got a pair of earrings from Jodys uncle Joseph Brinton, who has a booth (2 this time) at the art fair every year.  They are really pretty earrings, with a purple bead and spiral thingies. I love spirals. I saw some really interesting metal sculpture...specifically, this one piece. A metal mesh small womans figure from the chest to the mid thigh, and it was covered in chainlinks, and bike chain things...very bondage-y looking and it reminded me of the time we...oh, perhaps thats for the private blog. *grin*Anyway, there were some lovely garden stake thingys which had goddess figures on them. Really nice. There was an artist who makes glass jewelry and there were these glass hearts for making necklaces or whatever...I kept getting caught by one of them as it glinted in the sunlight. It looked very much like a slightly abstract vulva...all red and delicious like, So I bought it. I stuck it on a satin rope and am wearing it from my neck now. All I need to do is get a proper clasp for it. Next year I am going to have a booth there. Im going to have my knit stitch markers and knit items for sale. This is my plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112148145416139561?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112148145416139561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112148145416139561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112148145416139561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112148145416139561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/art-fair-fun.html' title='Art Fair fun'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112062816714955881</id><published>2005-07-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:36:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, my knitty disappointment.</title><content type='html'>I just have to say...the new knitty SUCKS. ass. The patterns are just absolutely craptastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112062816714955881?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112062816714955881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112062816714955881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112062816714955881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112062816714955881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-knitty-disappointment.html' title='oh, my knitty disappointment.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112034388026413391</id><published>2005-07-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T15:38:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doctors:&lt;br /&gt; (A) The number of physicians in the U.S. is 700,000.&lt;br /&gt;(B) Accidental deaths caused by Physicians per year are 120,000.&lt;br /&gt; (C) Accidental deaths per physician is 0.171.&lt;br /&gt;Statistics courtesy of U.S. Dept of Health &amp; Human Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this:&lt;br /&gt; Guns:&lt;br /&gt;(A) The number of gun owners in the U.S. is 80,000,000. (Yes, that's 80 million)&lt;br /&gt;(B) Accidental gun deaths per year, all age groups, is 1,500.&lt;br /&gt;(C) The number of accidental deaths per gun owner is .000188.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statistics courtesy of FBI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, "Guns don't kill people, doctors do."&lt;br /&gt;FACT: NOT EVERYONE HAS A GUN, BUT ALMOST EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST ONE DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please alert your friends to this alarming threat. We must ban doctors before this gets completely out of hand!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112034388026413391?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112034388026413391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112034388026413391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112034388026413391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112034388026413391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/doctors-the-number-of-physicians-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112024582250983676</id><published>2005-07-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:23:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy midday snack</title><content type='html'>So, I had a can of chick peas, and felt like making a snack. I have carrot sticks and so I decided to use the chick peas to make some hummus. I used the peas, sesame oil (since I have no tahini)lemon juice, olive oil, LOTS of garlic cloves, salt and pepper and whizzed it all up in the food processor. It turned out really punchy and flavorful. What a perfect mid day snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112024582250983676?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112024582250983676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112024582250983676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112024582250983676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112024582250983676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/07/yummy-midday-snack.html' title='yummy midday snack'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-112007834724128816</id><published>2005-06-29T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:52:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I swiped this from a dear friends website... &lt;a href="http://www.houseofcavalier.com/"&gt;www.houseofcavalier.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in a totally NOT work safe, (unless you work in a leather club) totally NOT kid safe wonderful amazing kink site.&lt;br /&gt;And the Quote of the Day is.....&lt;br /&gt;"I urge you all today, especially today during these times of chaos and war, to love yourself without reservations and to love each other without restraint. Unless you're into leather. And then, by all means, use restraints."&lt;br /&gt;~ Margaret Cho ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-112007834724128816?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/112007834724128816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=112007834724128816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112007834724128816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/112007834724128816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111987779730795067</id><published>2005-06-27T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:09:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>I am totally hooked on making beaded stitch markers! Its all I want to do. Eat, Sleep, Breathe, beads and wire. I made 14 sets last night. WOOHOO! Here is a linky to my new flickr, so you can see my beadies!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this works...Im not html savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53882376@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/53882376@N00/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, I cant add a picture here to save my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111987779730795067?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111987779730795067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111987779730795067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111987779730795067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111987779730795067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111966461735959469</id><published>2005-06-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:56:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rage of the wee.</title><content type='html'>How can so much anger possibly come out of someone so small? My love, the sweet bean of my life...my dear darling will-be-2-in-august son threw such a raging fit today, that I thought my ears wouldimplode.He was messing around with his car seat, which was in the house, and he kept getting his little fingers pinched. I finally took it away so he wouldnt get hurt anymore, and he went into a screaming, spitting, kicking, biting, woulda-cussed-if-he-knew-how FIT! I tried to hug him but he punched me and kicked me, so I backed off, and he came after me anyway. Picking up toys and hurling them at me, while screaming so loud and high I feared my windows would shatter. This rage went on for a good solid hour, much of which I sat here at the computer finishing up my emails. The boy finally settled down and went out back to play... I ended up going into the hallway for whatever reason, and I saw some of the effects of my boys anger. He had grabbed a thick, black, felt tipped marker from the third shelf on my bookcase...(meaning he had to climb it to reach it) and he drew a picture of this rage on my nice WHITE laundry room door.  Now, I dont have a picture, but let me paint this for you with my words. A large, Black, sinister looking storm of marker ink, covering most of the lower half of my door. Spiraling anger...hurricane grief...black hole of despair. This is now passionately painted on my door. The door that I rent from people who appreciate a nice looking home. UGH. In recent news, my boy is feeling much better since his little self imposed art therapy session. Did I mention hes got it all over his hands and feet and face as well? And his clothes? And...did I mention that I still have NOT found the marker?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111966461735959469?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111966461735959469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111966461735959469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111966461735959469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111966461735959469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/rage-of-wee.html' title='The Rage of the wee.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111956630682999104</id><published>2005-06-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:38:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SnB</title><content type='html'>SnB was great yesterday.   We met at a super cool little coffee place thats owned by a moms club mama. Amy (mamapez) from the wooly wonder forums came to snb with us which was really great! Shes just totally cool, and I wish she lived closer. Her little dicey pants and perfection shorts were SOOOOO darn cute, and she taught me to norwegian purl! KICK ASS! I learn things so much better when I can see them being done in person. I had a really swell time, and I hope we stay with this new place for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111956630682999104?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111956630682999104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111956630682999104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111956630682999104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111956630682999104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/snb.html' title='SnB'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111941230267067615</id><published>2005-06-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:51:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>This time of year,we get the most amazing sunsets. Rich purples fading into blazing oranges, pastel pinks giving way to neon red. Its my favorite time of year for staring out my window into the sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111941230267067615?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111941230267067615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111941230267067615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111941230267067615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111941230267067615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111940063615065811</id><published>2005-06-21T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:37:16.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch Markers!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn I wish I had a digital camera that worked. I made 3 sets of stitch markers today, and I can hardly wait to show them off. Maybe someone will bring their camera to snb tomorrow and be kind enough to take some pics for me? :) *bats my eyelashes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111940063615065811?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111940063615065811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111940063615065811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111940063615065811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111940063615065811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/stitch-markers.html' title='Stitch Markers!!!'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111938205403386405</id><published>2005-06-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:27:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missin knit</title><content type='html'>So,I havent knitted much recently, due to my rekindled obsession with ATC's (Artist Trading Cards).  I miss knitting alot, but at the same time, its so great to work with paper. I have a NAGGING idea in my head to learn to make stitch markers, and its been reinforced because of reading this: &lt;a href="http://woolywonder.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=61161#61161"&gt;http://woolywonder.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=61161#61161&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like one poster says there..."I need another hobby like I need a hole in my head." and I feel the same...but its just soooooooo tempting. Hubby has alot of the things I would need, pliers, head pins, jump rings, and some other things, because he makes handmade fishing lures...*chuckle* OK, I've convinced myself...Im gonna go today and get a few beads and whip out a set. I'll post about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111938205403386405?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111938205403386405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111938205403386405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111938205403386405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111938205403386405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/missin-knit.html' title='missin knit'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111935821259894912</id><published>2005-06-21T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:50:12.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>It started out as a slightly disturbing dream, in which I was smoking alot of cigarettes to calm myself...I was in a van/truck thing that was driving too fast, and in a horrid neighborhood. We tried to take a hitchhiker home and he lived up on a very steep hill and our E-brake didnt work so we kept slipping back down towards the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed suddenly, and I was in a wooded area with my boy and my little brother among other kids...my parents were in the basement of this old barn, negotiating the price of something or other, and I thought my brother was doing a good enough job of watching my boy, so I went to see what the parents were doing. There was a rushing river very closeby, and I realized that with horror when I looked in the distance and saw my brother chasing my boy right towards it. I started screaming for my boy to stop, and my brother saw what he was doing, and ran as fast as he could to catch up, jumped in front of the boy, and pushed him backwards and away from the river,  I thought we were on the safe side, so I chased the boy, trying to catch him so I could keep an eye on him myself. He was so fast It was hard to keep up and suddenly the kids who lived in this area were all screaming at me, "the well the well!!!" I took my eyes off of my fast running boy and looked ahead of him, and sure enough, a small (large enough for him to fall into) uncovered well. It really was a nasty septic tank sort of thing, but in the dream we all called it a well. Hunter fell in head first, as I dove for his leg. I managed to catch the very tip of his toe, and it felt like forever that I struggled to hang on, pinching his little toe so hard, desperately trying not to let go. I did it, I kept him safe, and was able to get him out of the well. I just broke down at that point, screaming at him and crying hysterically. I took him and ran back to my parents, screaming at them and trying to tell the story...It was a very tense dream and I don't ever care to have another like it. I woke up with an insatiable desire to scoop up my boy and smother himwith kisses, but I resisted and let him sleep. It is not even 6 AM after all. Cripes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111935821259894912?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111935821259894912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111935821259894912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111935821259894912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111935821259894912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-111932814464923077</id><published>2005-06-20T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:29:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I really mean it this time.</title><content type='html'>So, I think I'll go ahead and try this place again. I really do love the look of some of the blogs I see here at blogger.com, and I think once I learn the complicated crap that makes it look so pretty, I'll be glad I did. I thought about having a separate blog for my family/kinky/doula/knitting self, but having 4 blogs is just something that I don't want to keep up with. I think I'll just go ahead and keep my lj which can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cheekymama"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/cheekymama&lt;/a&gt; for reading lj friends,  and keep my private journal which can not be found in which I will post my deep dark shit, and then mainly post here about my doula/knitting/family stuff. When I read a blog, I like to read about the whole person, not just one aspect of them. its why I don't follow knitting blogs. (no offense to my many friends who keep separate knitting blogs) but I just don't like to run around all over the net trying to find so and so's 6 different blogs. I really like reading about whole lives, knitting, family, work, stress, joy, sex, fun, animals, bitching, moaning, jumping for joy, and everything all in one nice place. So, thats what I plan on doing here. Mostly. We'll see how it goes. *chuckle* Now, I'm off to figure out how to make this thing look great. and links...I must figure out how to put those nice little linky tag thingys in the sidebar of my blog. anyone help me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-111932814464923077?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/111932814464923077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=111932814464923077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111932814464923077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/111932814464923077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-i-really-mean-it-this-time.html' title='OK I really mean it this time.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824872.post-110749613528407165</id><published>2005-02-03T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:50:42.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving along, trying something new.</title><content type='html'>So, I think I'll start writing here for awhile. Im getting tired of lj. As much as I love the communities over there, and i'm sure i'll keep up on everyones blogs over there, I just need a change. More to come...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824872-110749613528407165?l=cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/feeds/110749613528407165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824872&amp;postID=110749613528407165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/110749613528407165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824872/posts/default/110749613528407165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekymamaof2.blogspot.com/2005/02/moving-along-trying-something-new.html' title='Moving along, trying something new.'/><author><name>cheekymamaof2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408926496186527432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/cheekymama/nursenknit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
