<?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-1261954437174296040</id><updated>2012-02-13T19:42:00.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Quiet Ones You Have To Watch Out For</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>772</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7824397765237489175</id><published>2012-02-13T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:42:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things</title><summary type='text'>Back when you're young, things that make your day/week/month/year are (hopefully) different than what make your day/week/month/year when you're in your 30s.

1991 Highlight: Slow dance with Nick to "Love You Down" by Ready for the World

1992 Highlight: Ummm, I can't remember anything, probably because I wore copious amounts of blue and/or green eyeshadow

1993 Highlight: Nabbing the cute guy (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7824397765237489175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7824397765237489175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7824397765237489175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7824397765237489175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5739596277208403576</id><published>2012-02-09T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:30:00.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A relaxing lunch</title><summary type='text'>My husband gave me two gift certificates for foot massages for my birthday. Let us not think too hard about what it implies if he pays other men to massage his wife... moving on...

I used one of these gift certificates today.

I've gone three times before, and I think each time I did talk about it on here. I find the whole thing fascinating. I go to this suspicious-looking place among other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5739596277208403576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5739596277208403576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5739596277208403576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5739596277208403576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/02/relaxing-lunch.html' title='A relaxing lunch'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7374730071243495313</id><published>2012-02-08T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:44:00.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Crime Overload</title><summary type='text'>I find true crime fascinating. Getting into a killer's mind can be terrifying but oh so fascinating. I'm not much one for Law &amp; Order or CSI. I tend to read true crime non-fiction and the procedural true crime series. Basically, I like real crime instead of fake crime. I know the crime dramas steal from the headlines, but they somehow seem like a second cousin to the true event.

I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7374730071243495313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7374730071243495313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7374730071243495313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7374730071243495313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/02/true-crime-overload.html' title='True Crime Overload'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7928879395624905511</id><published>2012-02-07T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T05:13:43.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken up for now</title><summary type='text'>I think I forgot to report a stunning update back at the end of Dec/early January. "Stunning" is in the eye of the beholder, and since I forgot for over a month, it certainly is "stunning."

Remember that woman that S's cousin was dating? They went on some cruise back in 2010 with a guy friend of theirs, and we met up at a restaurant while they were in Seattle? She reminded me of an even more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7928879395624905511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7928879395624905511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7928879395624905511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7928879395624905511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken-up-for-now.html' title='Broken up for now'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2592178342371000937</id><published>2012-02-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:57:00.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude to a weekend</title><summary type='text'>It was a nice, quiet, sunny Friday.  Jay Asher's new book came in. I adored his first book Thirteen Reasons Why. This one deals a lot more with popular culture from the 90s-2000s, which you know I can relate to. I have a feeling it won't be quite as deep; I hope I'm wrong.

Hope to get a lot of reading done this weekend, along with chores and getting out of the house.

Have a great one!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2592178342371000937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2592178342371000937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2592178342371000937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2592178342371000937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/02/prelude-to-weekend.html' title='Prelude to a weekend'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5844196597400983215</id><published>2012-01-30T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:07:39.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday I went shopping with 3 women. OMG, I know, you're in shock! How did I survive it? Apparently next time I need to take mega doses of Tylenol before I go because I did have a raging headache afterward. 

Aside from the headache, it was okay. Definitely not something I have the stamina for on a regular basis, but it didn't go quite as awfully as I had thought. 

5 hours of shopping in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5844196597400983215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5844196597400983215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5844196597400983215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5844196597400983215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2514223048773672619</id><published>2012-01-28T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:29:45.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another reason not to be a girl</title><summary type='text'>Know something I hate?

Multi-level marketing.

I know it's genius in theory. You get other people to sell overpriced crap to their acquaintances and friends, taking a nice percentage of their sales for yourself and your cohorts.  

I really feel bad for those people who are suckered into it. It's usually honest people trying to scrape by. They need some spare money, and these stupid MLM schemes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2514223048773672619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2514223048773672619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2514223048773672619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2514223048773672619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/yet-another-reason-not-to-be-girl.html' title='Yet another reason not to be a girl'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7755942279913367797</id><published>2012-01-23T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:41:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation of Church and Dentistry</title><summary type='text'>I went to a new dentist today. This is the third new dentist I've been to in 3 years. I'm such a dentist whore.

Dentist 1: gave a free electronic toothbrush for switching
Dentist 2: gave a $50 gift card to Trader Joe's for switching + they have massage chairs and TVs
Dentist 3: gave a $50 Visa gift card for switching.

I know I'm a dentist whore. Is it my problem that there's a glut of dentists </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7755942279913367797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7755942279913367797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7755942279913367797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7755942279913367797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/separation-of-church-and-dentistry.html' title='Separation of Church and Dentistry'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5770341710593939604</id><published>2012-01-18T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:43:47.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Policies and Ballet</title><summary type='text'>My child goes to a Quaker daycare. They are very nice. Very religious and full of Bible quotes, but very nice. Frustrating in some ways although their feelings will get hurt if you get them to try to do things differently. Hence, this blog post.

Their snow policy: "We'll be open when it snows as long as 2 people can make it to to work. If the school district is closed, we are closed."  There are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5770341710593939604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5770341710593939604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5770341710593939604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5770341710593939604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/policies-and-ballet.html' title='Policies and Ballet'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-711773370735249533</id><published>2012-01-13T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:59:00.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Forensics</title><summary type='text'>One of my goals (NOT resolutions) in the New Year was to do a financial forensic analysis on how we spent our money in 2011. This results in going through every transaction involving our joint checking account, our joint credit card, my checking account, and my credit card and then categorizing it. This excludes my husband's personal expenses. He will tell you that I take the vast majority of his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/711773370735249533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=711773370735249533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/711773370735249533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/711773370735249533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/financial-forensics.html' title='Financial Forensics'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6903070288961945572</id><published>2012-01-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:47:02.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When reason and emotion collide</title><summary type='text'>There are two people I know who are strongly in the "you need to train people how to treat you" camp. They tend to mandate long lists of behavior that they expect from others, and of course this list is subject to new additions at all times. I tend to think a lot of the items on the list and/or their interpretations of this list are unreasonable and stupid and fussy, resulting in these two folks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6903070288961945572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6903070288961945572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6903070288961945572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6903070288961945572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-reason-and-emotion-collide.html' title='When reason and emotion collide'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1000662074455297457</id><published>2012-01-09T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:22:38.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A name by any other</title><summary type='text'>When you have a baby, probably the longest thing you stew on is the baby's name. At least I did. As a victim of a trendy name (as opposed to a horribly trendy name during my birth year like Jennifer or Jessica) myself, I really didn't want to give my kid a trendy name that would forever signify 2007-2009 birth years. Thus, I wanted to stay away from the top 10 names for the year. My mom says that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1000662074455297457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1000662074455297457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1000662074455297457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1000662074455297457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/name-by-any-other.html' title='A name by any other'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3791220371068977370</id><published>2012-01-08T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:53:00.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A semi-retraction</title><summary type='text'>My husband got a wee bit defensive about my post a few days ago. As in, I hadn't even gotten in the door, and he gave me a full daycare report with names all accounted for, and then he said he would notice if I disappeared and was replaced by some other woman.

So this is a semi-retraction. You see, in my arsenal is still the Christmas of 2006 confusion. It goes something like this. Two sets of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3791220371068977370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3791220371068977370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3791220371068977370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3791220371068977370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/semi-retraction.html' title='A semi-retraction'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2761993095743146484</id><published>2012-01-06T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:43:07.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Process</title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks, I've had another public blog. Yes, y'all, I've been cheating on you. (I actually do feel guilty about this, which says how well the nuns drilled guilt into me during my Catholic school first and second grade education.)

I finally created a new public blog...but no one has seen it. 

I have a few internal struggles.

First of all, I don't want it to be linked in any way, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2761993095743146484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2761993095743146484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2761993095743146484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2761993095743146484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/planning-process.html' title='Planning Process'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6059806881241305615</id><published>2012-01-04T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:46:24.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are who again?</title><summary type='text'>My husband puzzles me. I'm not sure if it is just him who coincidentally has this particular affliction or if most men share this affliction - as in, I wonder if there's a lot of overlap in the Venn diagram when you draw a circle representing men and another circle representing people with this particular affliction.

There's about 8-10 staff people at the daycare. Julia has been going there for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6059806881241305615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6059806881241305615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6059806881241305615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6059806881241305615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-who-again.html' title='You are who again?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7185126674701589949</id><published>2011-12-29T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:10:00.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of luck</title><summary type='text'>I think your life experiences help mold you in becoming the person you are in life. Sure, some of it is determined by your innate personality, but I do think your life experiences determine, to a great extent, how you live your life. If you’ve experienced great tragedy, it will affect you. If your personality is more resilient, a tragedy may affect you to a lesser extent. If your personality is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7185126674701589949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7185126674701589949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7185126674701589949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7185126674701589949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/lot-of-luck.html' title='A lot of luck'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5748033762235330415</id><published>2011-12-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:12:57.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts vs. Non-Facts</title><summary type='text'>The in-laws took Miss J to S's brother's house for a day. It's her first night away from home. We're crossing our fingers that she does okay. S's parents won't admit if she doesn't do okay. For her sake, though, we're hoping she doesn't freak out.

The visit is going okay. By the end of Monday, I was done. We hosted Saturday, we hosted Sunday, we hosted Monday. By Monday a tiny house all by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5748033762235330415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5748033762235330415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5748033762235330415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5748033762235330415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/facts-vs-non-facts.html' title='Facts vs. Non-Facts'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1037045727462834012</id><published>2011-12-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:44:26.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas! Hope everyone had a relaxing Christmas.

Remember my post about my Goodwill find?

Well, I need to amend it. I went through it again and found another gift card in it. The other one was a $50 gift card to REI.

I'm working on a longer post, or - well - I'm at least thinking about a longer post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1037045727462834012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1037045727462834012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1037045727462834012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1037045727462834012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/revision.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5430175900810204859</id><published>2011-12-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:34:00.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Replaced</title><summary type='text'>Back in 2007, once this whole having a baby thing came into fruition, I really wanted a girl. Why? I don't know. I'm not particularly girly myself, but I thought it would be fun. 

Then I had a girl, who is a complete daddy's girl and she can be a little too dramatic for my tastes. All my friends had these quiet, gurgling, content baby boys who wanted to be by them every second. Then I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5430175900810204859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5430175900810204859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5430175900810204859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5430175900810204859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-replaced.html' title='Being Replaced'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8303443678680049213</id><published>2011-12-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:55:35.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Christmas. Gift. EVER.</title><summary type='text'>I usually open all Christmas gifts on Christmas because, well, that's the point. From one person, though, I'm not quite sure if I'm getting a pot holder or something worth slightly more on the open market. I would actually prefer not to exchange gifts with that one person at all. We don't really like each other, and I just don't want to contaminate our stilted "friendship" with things like gifts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8303443678680049213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8303443678680049213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8303443678680049213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8303443678680049213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-christmas-gift-ever.html' title='Best. Christmas. Gift. EVER.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydSTDcgo1e0/TvARZiBFseI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZvY19Qd0rhU/s72-c/clay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1279523542357837974</id><published>2011-12-13T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:11:09.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected treasure</title><summary type='text'>I went to Goodwill looking for a white elephant gift for the gift exchange. If you haven't participated in one of these before, basically you find a tacky gift to nicely wrap (so people want yours) and then the lucky "winner" gets to take the tackiness to enjoy in the privacy of their own home or office.

The best "finds" for these sorts of things tend to be tacky homemade craft pieces from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1279523542357837974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1279523542357837974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1279523542357837974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1279523542357837974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/unexpected-treasure.html' title='An unexpected treasure'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2492873201387101802</id><published>2011-12-11T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T07:56:06.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-breakfast foods</title><summary type='text'>The world discriminates against anti-breakfast food people.

On Friday I flew across the state and back on the same day. I was up sinfully early at 3:30am after going to bed at midnight. When one wakes up at that godforsaken time, let's just say your first thought isn't, "What's for breakfast?" Your first thought is, "I wanna go back to bed and NOW."

I dutifully tried to take breakfast with me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2492873201387101802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2492873201387101802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2492873201387101802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2492873201387101802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-breakfast-foods.html' title='Non-breakfast foods'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8706768517446785070</id><published>2011-12-08T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:32:00.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in a while.

Reason 1: Something's potentially in the hopper. A big change of sorts for our family. Things are kind of loosey goosey, nothing definitive, but I don't really want to talk about it until there's a decision.

Reason 2: My family was in town for 48 hours this past weekend. It was a good but exhausting visit. S's parents and sister are coming starting next Wednesday, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8706768517446785070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8706768517446785070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8706768517446785070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8706768517446785070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3939175490298116220</id><published>2011-12-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:27:00.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from Nano</title><summary type='text'>I completed Nano.

For those of you who regularly read this blog, I doubt you are surprised that I hit the word threshold of 50,000. I can sputter 50,000 words of crap quite easily, you already know this. What I do feel accomplished about is to have written 50,000 words relating to one slightly coherent plot with a couple of sub-plots and with a slight amount of character development. That, folks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3939175490298116220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3939175490298116220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3939175490298116220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3939175490298116220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-from-nano.html' title='Thoughts from Nano'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5189375242061674382</id><published>2011-11-28T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:27:39.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Weekend Recap</title><summary type='text'>It's been a busy and a not-so-busy long weekend all at the same time.

Thursday
S and I were up kind of early (i.e., alarm was set) to make sure we got to the race on time. We had to take Miss J to my mom's beforehand, drive home, and then walk to the nearby race location all by 8:30am. There were a LOT of people at the race. There were over 1,000 people alone who finished the 5K, plus there was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5189375242061674382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5189375242061674382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5189375242061674382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5189375242061674382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-weekend-recap.html' title='Holiday Weekend Recap'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5824460036586946652</id><published>2011-11-24T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:51:00.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><summary type='text'>I am writing this on Tuesday night. I'm NaNo'ed out currently (at 31,000 words as of Tuesday night) and feel in the blogging mood.

I started this blog almost 3 years ago, and before that I was on MySpace for 2-3 years. Now no one's on MySpace. They're all on Facebook and Google+ even though MySpace had a better format. (Perhaps I'm still bitter that I had to abandon my absolutely awesome page </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5824460036586946652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5824460036586946652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5824460036586946652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5824460036586946652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-781981310089638473</id><published>2011-11-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:54:00.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippage</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the 5k. I will finish. Maybe not with a great time, but I will finish barring any unforeseen issues.

Let me speak to an issue that I've realized is very important while I've been training for this: clothing.

Now, I'm not one who is big on clothing. Jeans, hoodies, sweatshirts, maybe t-shirts in the summer. That's my normal mode. But when one is running, clothing suddenly becomes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/781981310089638473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=781981310089638473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/781981310089638473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/781981310089638473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/slippage.html' title='Slippage'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5480355743791867556</id><published>2011-11-22T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:08:00.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><summary type='text'>Julia has taken intermittent swimming lessons for two years now. They consist of Daddy going in the pool with her, she kicking her legs, blowing bubbles, playing with a ball, and Daddy tossing her up in the air repeatedly until the staff tell Daddy to knock it off. It is kind of like kid paradise, all under the guise of "swimming lessons."

Then she turned 3. It's practically like she's an adult </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5480355743791867556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5480355743791867556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5480355743791867556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5480355743791867556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5355149222994282866</id><published>2011-11-20T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:42:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...halfway done</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was exhausting but productive. I don't know how, but I got everything done on my list.

- Did a big grocery trip Friday night
- Went to a toy sale bright and early on Saturday.
- Went to 2 craft bazaars.
- Took Julia to swimming class.  
- Met the new neighbors. They are our age! (No kids though)
- Wrote 3,000 words Friday night - Saturday night.
- 3 loads of laundry 
- Joined a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5355149222994282866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5355149222994282866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5355149222994282866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5355149222994282866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/whewhalfway-done.html' title='Whew...halfway done'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7742567476538881456</id><published>2011-11-18T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:31:54.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Smell</title><summary type='text'>I started off NaNoWriMo with a bang, and then I had that work trip, and then...well, I was trying to focus on the 5k training, and then...oh, I don't know. I ended up neglecting it for almost 2 weeks.

I'm at 15,000 words right now, which isn't necessarily bad - except that I have 35,000 words to go in 12 days.  Ummmph.

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I love my sense of smell. I'm a sniffer of everything. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7742567476538881456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7742567476538881456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7742567476538881456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7742567476538881456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-of-smell.html' title='Power of Smell'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6045750006246229810</id><published>2011-11-15T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:12:00.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Free"</title><summary type='text'>My current goal: To obtain a "free" turkey

Why "free"?  Well, it's not really free - as in, no quotes.  A free turkey would imply that it is free without any strings. I don't think that is possible. The next best possibility is a "free" turkey; whereas, you spend an obscene amount of money (like $150), and you get a "free" turkey.  But of course I don't want to spend $150 on random crap because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6045750006246229810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6045750006246229810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6045750006246229810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6045750006246229810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/free.html' title='&quot;Free&quot;'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7707279061568964142</id><published>2011-11-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:13:33.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ass Flowers</title><summary type='text'>I've said how much I hate these things, haven't I?  They look ridiculous. Take a cute baby and put a big ass flower on her (hopefully her) head. I refuse to even consider it for my daughter.  Once this stupid phase ends and people realize how utterly obnoxious the practice is, my daughter will thank me for not putting that crap on her head.



What's even worse is when the big ass flower is on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7707279061568964142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7707279061568964142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7707279061568964142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7707279061568964142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-ass-flowers.html' title='Big Ass Flowers'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1711405174716064588</id><published>2011-11-06T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:03:17.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>I'm home.  

I took a quick(ish) trip across the state for work. It's nice to have a change of pace. It's nice to see another town. It's nice to see colleagues I don't ordinarily see. It's nice to have a king size bed all to myself instead of sharing a queen size bed with my husband and daughter. It's....nice. 

Have I said that I don't travel well? It's not my favorite thing in the world. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1711405174716064588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1711405174716064588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1711405174716064588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1711405174716064588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5708534446663671458</id><published>2011-11-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:55:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><summary type='text'>We got a new furnace in June. We haven't turned it on until last week. Not that we couldn't have turned it on, since the house was hovering around 60 degrees all summer, but we're too cheap for that.  Once the temperature got down far enough last week, we turned on the heat.

I've been looking forward to understanding the new furnace. Understanding its rhythm of going on and off, what sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5708534446663671458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5708534446663671458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5708534446663671458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5708534446663671458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6112113306048271792</id><published>2011-11-01T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:42:00.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciting Shakespeare and the Meaning of Life</title><summary type='text'>I'd say one of the most eyeroll-inducing parts of being a mother is dealing with the contingent of mothers that think their children are prodigies. I am surprised more 3 year olds aren't awarded the Nobel Peace Prize based on their mothers' descriptions of how advanced they are.  And for all I know, they might be.  Every kid who has a mother like this may indeed be.

However, I'm under no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6112113306048271792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6112113306048271792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6112113306048271792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6112113306048271792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/11/reciting-shakespeare-and-meaning-of.html' title='Reciting Shakespeare and the Meaning of Life'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5284660191268160409</id><published>2011-10-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:32:00.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October comes to a close</title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!  I watched Paranormal Activity 2 last night.  I liked how it was integrated with the first movie.

Tonight is/was trick or treating (wrote this before October 31st and setting it to post).  Julia's ecstatic about Halloween this year.  If her holiday enthusiasm continues, I'm sure her enthusiasm for Christmas will be HUGE!

NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow.  I will try to do what I can, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5284660191268160409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5284660191268160409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5284660191268160409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5284660191268160409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-comes-to-close.html' title='October comes to a close'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4517168179359805694</id><published>2011-10-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:46:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the voter pamphlet</title><summary type='text'>

The soul patch caught my eye initially, and then it just got better and better.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4517168179359805694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=4517168179359805694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4517168179359805694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4517168179359805694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-voter-pamphlet.html' title='From the voter pamphlet'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXhnzcUkcYc/TqRTmD-H5jI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8OeySDAIJkE/s72-c/voter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1016185889399248824</id><published>2011-10-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:32:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...</title><summary type='text'>It's difficult to know your own speech habits until someone else points them out.  When I was a teenager, a couple people pointed out that I said "awesome" an excessive amount (as in, a couple of times per hour).  I conscientiously tried to stop using it as much.  Some days, even now, I catch myself using it a few times per day.  Because I'm more aware of it, I tend to watch myself more.

My dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1016185889399248824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1016185889399248824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1016185889399248824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1016185889399248824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey.html' title='Hey...'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2628707821178851784</id><published>2011-10-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:48:34.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking ahead to November</title><summary type='text'>November is going to be an interesting month.  On the 5th I'm doing a training on the other side of the state.  I will only have 2 weeks to prepare for giving a 4 hour training.  I'm a little nervous about preparing curriculum, but I think I can do it, even on the short timeline. 

S and I are doing a 5k on Thanksgiving.  I've done enough training for it (I think I've done the route 6-7x now) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2628707821178851784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2628707821178851784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2628707821178851784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2628707821178851784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-ahead-to-november.html' title='Looking ahead to November'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5289800358584331829</id><published>2011-10-18T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:18:52.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Lives</title><summary type='text'>You really don't know what people's home lives are like unless you spend time with them at their home.  I'm sure there are people I know who are alcoholics, whether or not they admit it to themselves or not.  I'm sure there are people I know who are abused at home. I'm sure there are people I know who contemplate suicide on a regular basis. I'm sure there are people I know who are continually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5289800358584331829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5289800358584331829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5289800358584331829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5289800358584331829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-lives.html' title='Home Lives'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3482835622247450772</id><published>2011-10-15T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T05:47:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning Bells</title><summary type='text'>I blame my Catholic school first and second grade education for the early onset of my uncle paranoia.  Back in the mid-1980s, McGruff the crime dog was all the rage. There were two scenarios that were repeatedly pounded into us via McGruff. 1) Old men who ask for little girls’ help to look for lost dogs are deviant pedophiles who will rape and kill us. 2) Relatives, most notably uncles, are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3482835622247450772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3482835622247450772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3482835622247450772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3482835622247450772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/warning-bells.html' title='Warning Bells'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMWaHyU8VLE/Tpl-nwnK_GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IJVxVynhc4Q/s72-c/split.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8637891530107394898</id><published>2011-10-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:53:00.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><summary type='text'>I love when people post photos from their lives. I'm the type of person who inspects photos thoroughly and will notice that you have Sweet Valley High #14 on your book shelf in the background.  And try to restrain myself from commenting on that fact.  I'll just say those things to my husband, who thinks I would make an awesome private investigator or detective.  Then I'll never forget that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8637891530107394898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8637891530107394898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8637891530107394898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8637891530107394898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7398955125093767896</id><published>2011-10-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:18:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><summary type='text'>I've never understood courtship rituals that involve flowers.  To me flowers say, "I cut this thing that was growing happily in the ground to show you how much I like you, and now it's on a quick route to death as you look on."  I don't get it.  It had to be something that women came up with originally since it makes absolutely no sense to me.

It may not surprise you when I say that I haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7398955125093767896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7398955125093767896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7398955125093767896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7398955125093767896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6454518383759294252</id><published>2011-10-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:04:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour Some Sugar on Me</title><summary type='text'>




Trying to do an e-mail post from my phone with some Def Leppard footage.  It was from my phone so not the best in the world, but I wasn't going to take my nice camera to a rock concert.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6454518383759294252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6454518383759294252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6454518383759294252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6454518383759294252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/pour-some-sugar-on-me.html' title='Pour Some Sugar on Me'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7987205727569984063</id><published>2011-10-02T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:23:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather</title><summary type='text'>It's October, my favorite month.  Fall is my favorite season.  Halloween is my favorite holiday (plus no family obligations).  Scary movies are on for the whole month. Walking on the crunchy leaves is so romantic. You need to wear a coat. Haunted houses with the boy you like are a-maaaaz-ing. The newness of the school year is still there.  Pumpkins. And, the best reason ever:

My husband lets me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7987205727569984063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7987205727569984063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7987205727569984063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7987205727569984063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/10/leather.html' title='Leather'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7388876372691528272</id><published>2011-09-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:09:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging</title><summary type='text'>The crud from the previous few weeks has mutated into different crud (metaphorically speaking - at least my literal sinus crud has subsided).  Feeling overwhelmed in general.  The new Facebook has overwhelmed me, causing me to retreat. I'm tired.  How do people have lots of kids AND work full-time AND have hobbies AND have a social life AND exercise?   Hmmm....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7388876372691528272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7388876372691528272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7388876372691528272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7388876372691528272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/dragging.html' title='Dragging'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5290747888713398038</id><published>2011-09-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:16:00.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing Suit Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Before this week, the last bathing suit I bought was in 1991.  Back in 1991, there were neon flowers involved. There were tears involved.  It was bad all around.  I was sad, dejected and possibly emotionally scarred after the experience.

Flash forward 20 - yes, 20 - years, and I finally replaced the 1991 era bathing suit.  Lest you think I've been wearing the 1991 bathing suit for the past 20 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5290747888713398038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5290747888713398038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5290747888713398038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5290747888713398038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/bathing-suit-challenge.html' title='Bathing Suit Challenge'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3710044820689124531</id><published>2011-09-22T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:47:00.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a credit balance bad?</title><summary type='text'>Humans are not rational.  I think back to economics class when they talk about consumers being cool, calm, rational robot-like decision makers.  That's a complete fallacy because, let's face it, humans are completely irrational.

Let's take my Puget Sound Energy compulsion as today's example.  

Facts: Puget Sound Energy (PSE) is our natural gas company.  We have forced air gas heat. We do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3710044820689124531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3710044820689124531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3710044820689124531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3710044820689124531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-credit-balance-bad.html' title='Is a credit balance bad?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-260077821534959648</id><published>2011-09-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:59:09.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trajectory of 4 years ago</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to the Fair.  It's kind of a tradition that I started with a friend back in September of 2007.  She and I both love rides, it's our "thang."  This year was fun as usual, but there were a few ugh factors.

Ugh factor 1:  A school district is on strike nearby, which means that there were far more people.

Ugh factor 2:  The weather was nicer/hotter than usual, which again means more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/260077821534959648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=260077821534959648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/260077821534959648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/260077821534959648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/trajectory-of-4-years-ago.html' title='The trajectory of 4 years ago'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6137468007035583624</id><published>2011-09-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:42:49.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Because"</title><summary type='text'>I have become obsessed with figuring something out.

If you have a toddler, then you've heard of Blue's Clues. Even if you don't have a toddler, you might have heard about Blue's Clues. It's basically a 2D cartoon with one human actor in it who interacts with a cartoon Blue (the blue dog) and Magenta (a magenta dog), and they figure out preschool age puzzles together.  It started in the late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6137468007035583624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6137468007035583624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6137468007035583624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6137468007035583624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/because.html' title='&quot;Because&quot;'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0sn_zPevRDk/Tnl2UDmj6HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hGUklsm1908/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7429867024641803028</id><published>2011-09-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:02:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The company we keep</title><summary type='text'>I was tired after last week.  Emotionally drained, physically exhausted, sinus infection, blah blah blah.  This past weekend I was useless except for fetching some groceries.  Even still, I had "begales" on my list (my husband wrote that), and I forgot to get them to Miss J's disdain.  I contend that if it was written as "bagels" as was intended, I probably wouldn't have forgotten them.  But I in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7429867024641803028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7429867024641803028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7429867024641803028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7429867024641803028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/company-we-keep.html' title='The company we keep'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1935457288071661082</id><published>2011-09-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:24:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Room</title><summary type='text'>Home Room is a great film.  It's available to stream on Netflix. 

That is all today. Tomorrow we could make CNN.  Tomorrow will be angst.  But the silver lining is that tomorrow night is the Def Leppard concert! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1935457288071661082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1935457288071661082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1935457288071661082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1935457288071661082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-room.html' title='Home Room'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-728789013819335175</id><published>2011-09-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T05:28:38.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short one</title><summary type='text'>I feel icky.  It's the coughing up stuff, sore throat, sinus pressure symptoms.  Blah, I hope it gets better on its own because I don't want to see the doctor just for an antibiotics prescription. 

I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm mad. 

BUT it's all good in the grand scheme of things. 

Sorry for a short one.  I'm not feeling well.  And if I would rant, I would end up talking about things I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/728789013819335175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=728789013819335175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/728789013819335175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/728789013819335175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-short-one.html' title='Just a short one'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1741204769296475498</id><published>2011-09-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:07:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was the parent open house at Julia's school. I'm one of those  people who loves, loves, loves open houses. I love to ask the teacher  questions, talk about how Julia's doing, watch her play in the  environment she's used to, meet the other parents, etc. 

For the  past few years they have grouped the kids like this: 0 - 12 months, 12 -  18 months, 18 months - 2.5 years, 2.5-3.5 years, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1741204769296475498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1741204769296475498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1741204769296475498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1741204769296475498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6828892232869277275</id><published>2011-09-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:53:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Principle on Principal</title><summary type='text'>You miss my rants, don't you?  Last week was a nervewracking week, so that's why I copped out with a food journal. It kept my real-life angst from being inflicted on here. 

This week I'm back to being snarky and back with all of my bottled up rage.  Be prepared. 

I called up our mortgage company to talk about refinancing today.  For what it's worth, I'm a refinancing whore.  If we do indeed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6828892232869277275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6828892232869277275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6828892232869277275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6828892232869277275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/principle-on-principal.html' title='Principle on Principal'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3452121142541716397</id><published>2011-09-06T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:22:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer?</title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't you know it?  Summer is pretty much over, and now...NOW the weather is supposed to get up to the 90s.  I think the weather here has surpassed 80 about 3 days this year before now.  I mean, as far as sno cones go, I've had only 3-4 this "summer," and most of those were eaten under the quilt as I shivered.  Kind of pathetic even by my standards.

For some reason, even on the few days that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3452121142541716397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3452121142541716397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3452121142541716397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3452121142541716397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2399943504216001285</id><published>2011-09-04T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:55:00.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><summary type='text'>Today is the last day of the experiment.  Yay!

corn tortilla
serving of chicken tortilla soup
a few servings of potato chips
Heath bits
2 small bags of dehydrated fruit
2 nectarines
more soup</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2399943504216001285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2399943504216001285&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2399943504216001285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2399943504216001285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3348812498691678228</id><published>2011-09-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:56:00.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><summary type='text'>Breakfast:
12 oz of green beans
turkey patty (35g protein according to the package)
little bit of cheddar on top
no bun


Lunch:
deli turkey, 2 slices of cheese, no condiments, on wheat sandwich bread
2 servings potato chips
1/4 cup mashed up Heath bits (bought for a recipe and of course snacked on)

Dinner:
2 corn tortillas
2 bowls chicken tortilla soup with some sour cream on top</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3348812498691678228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3348812498691678228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3348812498691678228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3348812498691678228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7416064822714361534</id><published>2011-09-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:48:00.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><summary type='text'>How about a sort of mid-week review of sorts?

Exercise: I've been omitting this in my logs for this experiment since the focus is on food. However, I've been doing my typical amount of exercise of walking 2-4 miles a day during lunch or in the evening. I'm not doing anything that requires more exertion than that because I tend to get REALLY hungry at that point and could eat small children.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7416064822714361534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7416064822714361534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7416064822714361534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7416064822714361534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4163500798458707066</id><published>2011-09-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T04:58:54.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><summary type='text'>I'm hungry.  The painful type of hungry where it feels like your stomach is turning inside out. I hate that painful feeling. I feel like my body is eating itself, which it probably is in a way.  

Oh, fair reader, you may be looking at my food diaries and saying, "Wow, you eat a lot of crap!"  Yes, fair reader, I do.  However, the amount of crap I've eaten in the past 3 days and the sheer volume </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4163500798458707066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=4163500798458707066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4163500798458707066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4163500798458707066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2668937102108284757</id><published>2011-08-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T08:36:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Breakfast/Brunch/Lunch (i.e., all day grazing):
2 slices swiss cheese
pear x 2
nectarine x 2
2 servings of carrots
green tea

Really getting hungry...
I had two cookies.  That's why it's bad when I get really hungry - I become weak, and then I eat crap.

Dinner:
green beans in olive oil
tater tots
lemon pepper chicken

NO DESSERT!  Woot! Woot! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2668937102108284757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2668937102108284757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2668937102108284757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2668937102108284757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6006813554770268749</id><published>2011-08-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:33:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><summary type='text'>I had today off, which means...well, an interesting day.  (Please don't judge. Okay, judge if you must.)

Breakfast:
4 slices of swiss cheese
1 serving of ice cream

Yeah yeah, I know I'm supposed to be dairy free.

Lunch:
cup of grapes
easy mac

Dinner:
soft taco
bean burrito

Dessert:
2 servings of ice cream

Not really a banner day. This I know.  BUT, overall calories weren't that bad.  So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6006813554770268749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6006813554770268749&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6006813554770268749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6006813554770268749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1034536113436378546</id><published>2011-08-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:09:00.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><summary type='text'>I was going to do a one-week experiment on this blog. Every day I was going to post my food and food thoughts for the day. After being essentially stuck weight-wise for 2 years, I realize that I'm either going to have to make radical changes that I can be consistent with for the rest of my life, or I'm just going to have to accept myself and where I'm at weight-wise. Whining about it but not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1034536113436378546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1034536113436378546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1034536113436378546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1034536113436378546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6856911617993268124</id><published>2011-08-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T05:39:19.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation of Church and HOAs</title><summary type='text'>I've watched the minutes tick by on my computer for over 10 minutes now.

Here you go, a very abbreviated post:

There was an HOA party today at a nearby church. Last year it was at the same church. We didn't go last year or this year, mostly due to the church location.  I just find it weird that they have it at a church, and even more so that the event is open to members of the church. To me it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6856911617993268124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6856911617993268124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6856911617993268124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6856911617993268124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/separation-of-church-and-hoas.html' title='Separation of Church and HOAs'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8666843108928908928</id><published>2011-08-27T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:09:43.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Berry Lesson</title><summary type='text'>What is the goal when you're a parent?  For me, I want to raise a child that is a successful and productive adult. Now, that leads me to define "successful." I define it as achieving what you want to achieve. My daughter will outline the achievement milestone, whether it be a carpenter, play major league soccer, be an architect, be a police officer, etc. I add the "productive" qualifier just so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8666843108928908928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8666843108928908928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8666843108928908928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8666843108928908928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/berry-lesson.html' title='The Berry Lesson'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1783804419764016935</id><published>2011-08-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:19:00.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Process</title><summary type='text'>This is how my thoughts went yesterday.

"Will and Jada broke up?! Wow! My #1 is back on the market ... oh, but I'm married and not famous."
Pause, daydream involving Will Smith for a long time...
"Will...."

"I wonder who he's cheating on her with."
"I think Jada would be difficult to deal with as an ex-wife." 
"What celebutante is the other woman? Hey, maybe he's bi."
"I feel bad for the kids."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1783804419764016935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1783804419764016935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1783804419764016935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1783804419764016935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-process.html' title='Thought Process'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8820787596828552686</id><published>2011-08-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:36:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like a solo sleepover</title><summary type='text'>
Long time, no blog. I’ve been thinking of blogging many times in the past week, but… I don’t know. It kind of impedes the blogging process when I don’t have a cohesive paragraph. Heck, I haven’t even had a cohesive sentence to put on Facebook.  
My husband left me for this woman named San Antonio. I bet her butt is bigger than mine. Regardless, it’s a temporary situation until he decides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8820787596828552686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8820787596828552686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8820787596828552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8820787596828552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-like-solo-sleepover.html' title='It&apos;s like a solo sleepover'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-964776155430440068</id><published>2011-08-14T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:57:36.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Togas Infiltrate the Stepfords</title><summary type='text'>I live very close to the Stepford Wives neighborhood.  Note that I don't live in the Stepford Wives neighborhood because I wouldn't pass the admittance test, which likely includes a barrage of questions about your Bunco hosting abilities, a prerequisite Lexus SUV, a weight limit of 100 pounds for women, and at least 2 kids with bonus points for each kid above 2.  Alas, I would fail, so I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/964776155430440068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=964776155430440068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/964776155430440068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/964776155430440068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/togas-infiltrate-stepfords.html' title='Togas Infiltrate the Stepfords'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4835139654989458153</id><published>2011-08-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:08:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FNL</title><summary type='text'>I just finished watching the entire Friday Night Lights series - 5 seasons, 76 episodes of 45 minutes each.  I think it took about 3-4 weeks. 

I have heard about the series from numerous people.  Fellow bloggers, fellow friends, I got a lot of encouragement to watch it.  "But I don't like football.  I lived in the town that the show was based on during the 80s as a kid, and I have no desire to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4835139654989458153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=4835139654989458153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4835139654989458153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4835139654989458153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/fnl.html' title='FNL'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1966149351529764778</id><published>2011-08-09T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:16:14.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normalcy</title><summary type='text'>In-law visit is over.  Whew, sigh of relief.  I love them, they did a great job raising their son, they are excellent grandparents, but it's good to get back to normalcy around here.  I'm sure they want to get back to their normalcy too.

Here is the highlight reel from the past 11 days:

* Every time they went out they bought Julia at least one thing - more often than not, multiple things. More </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1966149351529764778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1966149351529764778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1966149351529764778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1966149351529764778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-normalcy.html' title='Back to normalcy'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2890876162116759059</id><published>2011-08-05T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T22:59:47.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.  

I've eaten more gluten and dairy in the past week than I have in the previous six weeks.  Not feeling so great.  

It's hard to get things done when you have in-laws in your house. You're expected to spend all your free time with them; thus, reading books and watching my favorite new show (Friday Night Lights) are on the backburner.

S's mother talks a lot about nothing in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2890876162116759059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2890876162116759059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2890876162116759059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2890876162116759059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5726414482565438319</id><published>2011-08-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:46:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful - Immature</title><summary type='text'>I'm kind of ashamed how much resentment I'm holding onto toward that ex that friended me.  Serious resentment from a long time ago.  He still never replied to my "how's it going" message.  Other than accepting his friend request, we have had no interaction.  It's one thing if it's someone you knew from work that you don't really interact with; it's just weird to do that with someone you have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5726414482565438319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5726414482565438319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5726414482565438319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5726414482565438319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/playful-immature.html' title='Playful - Immature'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-850927284489125544</id><published>2011-08-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:52:07.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one saving grace</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had the pleasure/horror of watching Hall Pass.  I didn't get a good start with it because it seriously had 20 minutes of previews that you couldn't fast forward through or skip.  20 wasted minutes of my life = starting out cranky. 

It starred Owen Wilson, who I cannot stand.  I know KOT loves him - why? I do not know.  I don't think he's attractive. I don't think he's talented. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/850927284489125544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=850927284489125544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/850927284489125544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/850927284489125544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-saving-grace.html' title='The one saving grace'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4933375828462782731</id><published>2011-08-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:16:40.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An extra 35 minutes is nice</title><summary type='text'>It's nice to have S's parents here.  On work days when they're here, we don't have to worry about getting Miss J up, getting her ready, taking her to daycare, picking her up from daycare, etc. Before having a child, I used to wake up at 7am to get to work at 8am. Shower, get dressed, pack breakfast and lunch, drive to work in an hour.  Yes, I am efficient.  Since she's been here, I get up at 6:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4933375828462782731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=4933375828462782731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4933375828462782731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4933375828462782731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/08/extra-45-minutes-is-nice.html' title='An extra 35 minutes is nice'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-3081388329988431425</id><published>2011-07-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:40:19.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is not imminent</title><summary type='text'>I got my biopsy results in the mail.  And it was kind of like a college acceptance letter.  I quote:

"Great news! Your pathology results are in, and they were BENIGN!"

See, at my outpatient surgery I got a lot done.  As in, 4 separate procedures.  2 of the procedures involved biopsies, lucky me.  Initially, I was all, "Eh, they're just being super cautious."  Then I wasn't feeling so well, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/3081388329988431425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=3081388329988431425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3081388329988431425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/3081388329988431425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/death-is-not-imminent.html' title='Death is not imminent'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-9205085945264565602</id><published>2011-07-27T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:48:16.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Rundown</title><summary type='text'>I should be writing about the wedding today.  Most of the time it seems like I need some time to process events, sort my thoughts, and - well - breathe.  Catch my breath and do a blog entry a day or two later after I have processed everything.  Is anyone else like this?  It's hard to write about things before they are properly absorbed.  So this may not be the only entry, there may be another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/9205085945264565602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=9205085945264565602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/9205085945264565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/9205085945264565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/wedding-rundown.html' title='Wedding Rundown'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7020469738092301202</id><published>2011-07-26T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:35:59.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost elopement time</title><summary type='text'>It's the night before the elopement. It would be considered an elopement since they aren't telling their family that they're getting married, right?  Elopements are so much more romantic than weddings. (This coming from a person with a church wedding. The grass is always greener.)

Love is an interesting concept, and each person defines it differently. I self-admittedly overuse it in my everyday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7020469738092301202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7020469738092301202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7020469738092301202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7020469738092301202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/almost-elopement-time.html' title='Almost elopement time'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5116708766589684549</id><published>2011-07-24T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:29:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday randoms</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been feeling well for the past few days - physically or mentally.  I always know my blogging chi gets all screwed up when that happens, and then I choose very superficial stuff to talk about very sporadically.  Hopefully, crossing my fingers, my spell will be lifted this week if I DON'T hear anything.  No news is good news in this instance. 

Due to being in my funk, here is yet another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5116708766589684549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5116708766589684549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5116708766589684549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5116708766589684549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-randoms.html' title='Sunday randoms'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8226446940448646629</id><published>2011-07-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:42:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impending Visit</title><summary type='text'>S's parents are in town.  They're staying up with S's brother (who has moved into a duplex after he and his wife separated) for a little over a week, and then they're coming down here for a week or so.  Thus far, I still have a good attitude about it.  However, this year there are mitigating factors that didn't exist last year:

- Last year there were EIGHT freaking people staying with us for two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8226446940448646629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8226446940448646629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8226446940448646629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8226446940448646629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/impending-visit.html' title='Impending Visit'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2390893762473661245</id><published>2011-07-21T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:07:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is summer</title><summary type='text'>It's windy out.  Not the type of windy that will turn your umbrella inside out and stop you in your tracks.  It's more like the gentler wind that makes you zip up your hoodie.  I'm not outside right now, but the window's open and I'm a wind connoisseur who has 20 years of experience with Seattle summer(ish) winds.

Speaking of summer, unless you're in Seattle, you're probably feeling kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2390893762473661245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2390893762473661245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2390893762473661245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2390893762473661245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-this-is-summer.html' title='So this is summer'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-6266319085085305936</id><published>2011-07-18T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:46:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Mario gets guys to talk</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/6266319085085305936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=6266319085085305936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6266319085085305936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/6266319085085305936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-mario-gets-guys-to-talk.html' title='How Mario gets guys to talk'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2714720978181824931</id><published>2011-07-17T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:24:50.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Like Bob Ross</title><summary type='text'>I'm frustrated. 

The wedding is coming up, and I'm trying to figure out logistics like my hair.  Since the wedding starts at 10am (yes, A! M!), we have to leave our house by 8am.  I don't know any hair salons that open at 7am, sooooo.... that means I'm on my own as far as hair goes.  Or I can get my hair done the night before and sleep sitting up.  That doesn't sound all that comfortable. 

I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2714720978181824931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2714720978181824931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2714720978181824931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2714720978181824931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/painting-like-bob-ross.html' title='Painting Like Bob Ross'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-759514490897118275</id><published>2011-07-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:55:05.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Sherbet</title><summary type='text'>I am dismayed by the young adult book section nowadays.  At least 2/3 of the books are vampire/magic/supernatural.  I don't have anything against the supernatural, but it's quite, ugh, prevalent everywhere you look.  As in, even Hilary Duff (or a ghostwriter) has written her book that she hopes will be as successful as Twilight.

Back in my day, book series were popular.  Lots and lots of books </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/759514490897118275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=759514490897118275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/759514490897118275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/759514490897118275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainbow-sherbet.html' title='Rainbow Sherbet'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3HseqYfvZU/TiEXgUfJ60I/AAAAAAAAAPo/C5oZB-nSnMw/s72-c/sweetdreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-299759309426174256</id><published>2011-07-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:34:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Obsession</title><summary type='text'>I love the PBS series that show current people going back in time and role playing life during a different time.  There's Colonial House, Frontier House, Manor House, 1900 House, Texas Ranch House, and I'm probably forgetting a few.  They were PBS's version of reality TV back in the day.  They are so darn...interesting.  People are inherently interesting, and then taking them into a historically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/299759309426174256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=299759309426174256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/299759309426174256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/299759309426174256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-obsession.html' title='Another Obsession'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-7527342113612380011</id><published>2011-07-12T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:28:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Rain</title><summary type='text'>I love rain.  It makes sense I live in Seattle as opposed to, say, the Sahara Desert or some place like that.  Even though I'm used to rain, I love summer rain in particular.  There is such an intensity to it. 

My ideal summer rain is on the East Coast.  We have intense summer rain here, but East Coast summer rain is usually accompanied by hail, thunder, and lightning.  It's even more intense.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7527342113612380011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7527342113612380011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7527342113612380011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7527342113612380011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-rain.html' title='Summer Rain'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-9043686322091495744</id><published>2011-07-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:29:40.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology of Men and WwF</title><summary type='text'>There's this guy I have known for quite a while.  We have some mutual friends, and all of our mutual friends adore him.  I've never been all that jazzed about him.  I don't bash him or anything (til now), but I've just never been that crazy about him.  I couldn't really ever pinpoint what about him that makes me so uneasy.  It was just one of those gut feelings backed up by the ever so slight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/9043686322091495744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=9043686322091495744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/9043686322091495744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/9043686322091495744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/psychology-of-men-and-wwf.html' title='Psychology of Men and WwF'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4244412249211666480</id><published>2011-07-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:09:34.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fold in half and fall</title><summary type='text'>My daughter is little.  She's 26 lbs when she's fully clothed at 3 years old.  To put it in perspective, there's a little girl who is also 3 years old that came into my work and she's 45 lbs!  19 lbs heavier and an inch or two taller.  While I do think my daughter is on the slight side, I think 45 lbs is a little on the ....errrr...husky side.  Most kids her age are probably in the 30-40 lb range</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4244412249211666480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-264487388148309419</id><published>2011-07-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:53:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ran FHA</title><summary type='text'>I get so angry over foreclosures. At the risk of being called a Republican, I think people who take out mortgages need to follow through on their commitments.  I don't relieve the mortgage companies of their responsibility to ensure - to the best of their ability - that the people who take on these mortgages can afford them (personally, I like to see mortgages that are no more than 2x annual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/264487388148309419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=264487388148309419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/264487388148309419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/264487388148309419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-get-so-angry-over-foreclosures.html' title='If I ran FHA'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-8206988556661751986</id><published>2011-07-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:44:11.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Weekend</title><summary type='text'>The blogosphere has been quiet this holiday weekend.  So have I.  

The sunset sure looks pretty, and there's a cold breeze coming in through the windows.  I love when the room gets so cold that you have to bury yourself under lots of covers to stay warm.  Now the frogs are starting, with intermittent fireworks in the background. 

The Stepford neighborhood down the street is extremely patriotic,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/8206988556661751986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=8206988556661751986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8206988556661751986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/8206988556661751986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/07/quiet-weekend.html' title='Quiet Weekend'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1663831633525144170</id><published>2011-06-29T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:52:00.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostile Blast from the Past</title><summary type='text'>My ex "friended" me on Facebook last week.  He's the one ex that I have that I don't particularly like.  We parted on disharmonious terms.  I was flummoxed by his friend request.  I sat on it for a few hours and stewed.  Should I say yes, should I say no? I want to be the person who doesn't dwell on bad things, I think it's important to not banish people from your life entirely.  I somehow talked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1663831633525144170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1663831633525144170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1663831633525144170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1663831633525144170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/hostile-blast-from-past.html' title='Hostile Blast from the Past'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-4182862604381553080</id><published>2011-06-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:23:45.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethics and Judgment</title><summary type='text'>There's a relatively small amount of people who I hold in high esteem.  When I say "hold in high esteem," I mean those who I defer to.  These are the people who I go to when I struggle with those small or big internal dilemmas that revolve around esoteric concepts such as ethics, morals, justice, fairness, etc.  I have a few such advisors that I toss things around with before I take action on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/4182862604381553080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=4182862604381553080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4182862604381553080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/4182862604381553080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/ethics-and-judgment.html' title='Ethics and Judgment'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1385916641165460153</id><published>2011-06-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:28:46.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Powerful Tactic</title><summary type='text'>This week was challenging.  A lot of things went wrong and I had to fix  them, the contractor was on my last nerve, I didn't sleep much at all,  and it was far more stressful than normal.  I wasn't at my nicest.  

I like to be nice ordinarily.  You don't piss me off, and  I'll be nice(ish).  But when 4 people piss me off in a week and I'm  getting very, very little sleep, it's a recipe for me to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1385916641165460153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=1385916641165460153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1385916641165460153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/1385916641165460153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/powerful-tactic.html' title='A Powerful Tactic'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-5608305203132949634</id><published>2011-06-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:36:46.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Comment</title><summary type='text'>I've been subscribed to various blogs for quite some time (a year +).  I have never commented on most of them, so I'm just a blog voyeur.  If you want to be a networked blog, as in you want to do this as a job/for profit, you need to build a network.  That can be achieved through commenting on other people's blogs, which apparently means they will then visit yours, you guest post for them, get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/5608305203132949634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=5608305203132949634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5608305203132949634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/5608305203132949634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-comment.html' title='First Comment'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-280088722365317885</id><published>2011-06-21T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:38:33.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a little secret</title><summary type='text'>I hoard laundry soap.

Aaaaaah, that felt good to get that off my chest.

It all started 2 months ago.  I heard through a coupon blog that a great sale on laundry detergent was coming up at a local store (Rite Aid).  Combined with coupons, it would be truly awesome.  I was almost out of store bought laundry detergent and was experimenting with making homemade detergent. So what did I do?  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/280088722365317885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=280088722365317885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/280088722365317885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/280088722365317885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-little-secret.html' title='I have a little secret'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-990490999502312301</id><published>2011-06-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:57:40.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Crankypants</title><summary type='text'> Today was miserable.  I was cranky, nothing was going right, the stars were misaligned, I was on edge.  Then I'm physically falling apart.  Last week, I sorely twisted my ankle while running.  This has never, ever happened.  The twisted thing, not the running thing, although let's not get overly ambitious on the amount I've run in my life.  Anyway, I can walk on it, but it's so very tender.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/990490999502312301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-1585278154311694207</id><published>2011-06-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:12:15.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><summary type='text'>I have been unfocused lately, so the thought of a cohesive post on just about anything eludes me.  I did several tasks this weekend, but there are so many more to be done.  I got some rest this weekend, but I need so much more rest.  I feel happy to read everyone's happy thoughts on Father's Day.  I feel sad to read some sad thoughts on Father's Day from those who have lost their fathers or never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/1585278154311694207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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As I think I've said before, our current house (bought in Dec '09) was toward the tippy top of my housing budget comfort level already.  Once we moved in, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/7712394316113776323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=7712394316113776323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7712394316113776323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/7712394316113776323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2291555566189730403</id><published>2011-06-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:04:44.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Man or Bridesmaid</title><summary type='text'>I adore the dear bride who I am going to be a bridesmaid for.  I think she’s smart, a great person, kind, and we are a lot alike in our circumstances (both only children with single mothers) and our personalities (quiet).  We clicked right away when we met on dorm move-in day, and if there’s a girl that I share the most in the way of commonalities, it would be her.  I am excited for her, and I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2291555566189730403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2291555566189730403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2291555566189730403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2291555566189730403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-man-or-bridesmaid.html' title='Best Man or Bridesmaid'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-2830743738460183875</id><published>2011-06-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:20:47.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday recap</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was long.  As in achingly long.  It was good, but it was definitely putting me out of my comfort zone in several ways. 

I began the day meeting the bride on our shopping jaunt.  Fashion isn't really my thing, as I've already said.  More than that, and I'll probably go into it more in my next entry, the bride and I have a dynamic that's fairly different than with most people I know.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/2830743738460183875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=2830743738460183875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2830743738460183875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/2830743738460183875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-recap.html' title='Saturday recap'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261954437174296040.post-554796833679242603</id><published>2011-06-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:00:02.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna (whine)</title><summary type='text'>Every year the church moms do a retreat in August.  I've never gone.  Ann tried really hard to get me to go 2 years ago.  I have to give her props for that.  Thinking about going on a retreat with 30-40 women literally terrified me.  Shall we go over all the terror?

- Being stuck, yes STUCK, with 30-40 women for 2 whole days. 
- Listening to them yak non-stop for 2 whole days.
- Sharing a room </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/feeds/554796833679242603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1261954437174296040&amp;postID=554796833679242603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/554796833679242603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1261954437174296040/posts/default/554796833679242603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethlovesthe80s.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-wanna-whine.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna (whine)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121871470567663485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr_r0kWecZ4/Sdbiiea9ywI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UEU_X4AkGyk/S220/blowing_bubbles.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
