<?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-2488518517607367301</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:31:46.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948139596640777643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488518517607367301.post-936011181080918199</id><published>2008-09-30T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:20:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting back on tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Davy and I were talking last night about how the kids tend to go through phases of watching too much tv. If there is a lull in activity, they just immediately sit on the sofa and turn on the tube. When we notice this happening we'll usually just ask them to go outside or come play something with us instead. They always agree, but only after they've sighed and asked, "Can I pleeease just finish this show?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking last night, we had the idea that beginning today we would have no tv during the week...with the possibility of ocassional acceptions, but they didn't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, this went over really well. There was absolutely no complaining, begging or whining. I couldn't believe it! I just knew I would receive "The Meanest Mom Ever" award. They all went happily about their afternoon and evening with their usual routine. Hannah even helped Andrew clean out his hamster cage and do other chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they were all in bed tonight, I finished the dishes and laundry, changed into my pjs and headed to the couch. Andrew, Hannah and Kristin were all sound asleep. It was safe to turn on the tv and completely veg out. I even had a snack and drink in hand and could not wait to see what mindless entertainment awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened. I couldn't believe it! The remote control was broken! (thanks to the dog chewing it)  Is this why they didn't complain about no tv? Did they know this and didn't tell me? I will be asking them in the morning. Totally too lazy to watch tv without a remote, I decided to blog about it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488518517607367301-936011181080918199?l=mdparsons3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/feeds/936011181080918199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488518517607367301&amp;postID=936011181080918199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/936011181080918199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/936011181080918199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/2008/09/cutting-back-on-tv.html' title='cutting back on tv'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948139596640777643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488518517607367301.post-3249056328816281932</id><published>2008-09-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:58:03.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brows Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>Some ideas are not so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I were out running errands a couple of weeks ago and I thought to myself, "You've always wanted to get your eyebrows waxed.  You have some extra time right now.  You like that nail salon right over there.  Why don't you get your brows done?"  It's a clean place and the 1 time I had my nails done there I was very impressed with the staff and the job they did.  So, I was sure this would be great!  Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have clued in the moment she asked, "How have you been?" in a barely English language as though I were a regular client and she was thrilled to see me back.  "Do you want them skinny?" she asked and I promptly replied, "No, just clean them up a bit."  She nodded and I thought she understood.  As it turns out, she did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was finished, she smiled really big and said, "Go see in the mirror."  Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I quickly changed my look of shock and disappointment to a smile and politely thanked her.  There was no need to be rude.  What could she do, glue them back on?   I simply made a mental note NEVER to get them waxed there again...if ever.  I also knew the true test would be Hannah's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the waiting area where Hannah had quickly become friends with ever staff member not working...most likely telling them all of our family stories since she was doing all of the talking and the others were giggling and seemed to be hanging on her every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! What's wrong with your eyes?!" asked Hannah without a moment's hesitation.  I half-heartily smiled and replied, "I got them waxed sweetie, remember?"  "Oh, mom" she said as if she were sympathizing with me, "I'm sure no one will notice."  Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that the next few friends I ran into over the following 2 days didn't seem to notice... that they looked straight into my eyes rather than my forehead, but they did not.  At least they were kind enough to not mention it verbally.  I just really did not want to explain.  Fortunately, I never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488518517607367301-3249056328816281932?l=mdparsons3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/feeds/3249056328816281932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488518517607367301&amp;postID=3249056328816281932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/3249056328816281932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/3249056328816281932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/2008/09/brows-gone-bad.html' title='Brows Gone Bad'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948139596640777643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488518517607367301.post-4168037264366040973</id><published>2008-09-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:54:02.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;     well, i've had a few friends telling me for awhile now that i should blog...that i have enough material to capture the interest of readers on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;  if i had begun this blog several months ago, you would have read about kristin's broken leg and her time in a full cast and pediatric wheelchair.  you would have laughed at our many crazy stories that happen within our daily routine, and then you would have gasped at hannah accidentally being shot with a bb gun less than 2 weeks ago.  btw, the bullet is still in her chest and will be for a least another month.  so, maybe the day it is removed will be news worthy enough for an entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   there is no telling what all could be written here.  it won't always be edited correctly, but it will be a fun outlet for a hobby that i enjoy but don't get to do as often as i like....writing.  so, i hope that you have as much fun reading as i have composing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488518517607367301-4168037264366040973?l=mdparsons3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/feeds/4168037264366040973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488518517607367301&amp;postID=4168037264366040973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/4168037264366040973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488518517607367301/posts/default/4168037264366040973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdparsons3.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-ive-had-few-friends-telling-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948139596640777643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
