<?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-7106621</id><updated>2011-12-05T11:15:33.527-05:00</updated><category term='Replubican'/><category term='Anglican'/><category term='sex'/><category term='heresy'/><category term='Mass Effect'/><category term='children'/><category term='Episcopal church'/><category term='bishop'/><category term='video games'/><category term='creed'/><category term='believing'/><category term='blasphemy'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Spanish Inquisition'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='music'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='heretic'/><category term='conservative'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Scandalon'/><title type='text'>This is not the Blog you're looking for...</title><subtitle type='html'>... especially if you're a troll.  Please move along.
This blog is not about any one thing.  I have a tendency to update sporadically, when the mood strikes, about a rather wide variety of topics.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-1332230210970084020</id><published>2009-01-22T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:39:53.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really an update...</title><content type='html'>I know, my blogging is exceedingly sporadic.  My topics are completely inconsistent.  Anyone who used to read probably isn't anymore, so if you're here... um... why?  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't much of an udpate, really.  I just added a few links to my "other blogs" section and wanted to make an official note of that fact.  I think Scipio is my new favourite blogger.  Be aware that the Gunslinger's Journal has some foul language.  Most of it is very fitting, but it is still there, so if you're going to be offended, just don't click on it.  Don't bother reading it and then contacting me to tell me how horrid it is.  One of these days I may even be inspired to blog about politics... you should be so lucky =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-1332230210970084020?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/1332230210970084020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=1332230210970084020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1332230210970084020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1332230210970084020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-really-update.html' title='Not really an update...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-755185637383816069</id><published>2008-08-04T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:47:30.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days worth of Bentos</title><content type='html'>DH didn't take Bentos Friday, partly because it's his weekly "go out to lunch with the guys" day, and partly because he let me sleep in :D&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I had Bentos, though.  We had a picnic in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229610211689101138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SJNOx6V791I/AAAAAAAABIs/3H44H1WlUFs/s400/8-1_Bento_Kidlets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiled egg, in various shapes... let's see... 1 bunny, 1 fish, and 1 car.  They were cut in half for ease of eating.  DD4 had soy sauce to go with hers, DD9 and DD5 had salt.  Ants on a Log, carrots with dip, strawberries and cherries, and the little mini jello-type cups that I found at Dong-A on Thursday.  Pocky in the lid!  (I was so excited that I actually found Pocky!  Of course, I didn't think about it when we found a place to stop and eat lunch, and it stayed in the car..... and melted.... *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229610225702374418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SJNOyui9jBI/AAAAAAAABI0/JA75lsqiCRA/s400/8-1_Bento_Mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiny Lock &amp; Lock (which was too tall to put inside the square one, so I used the big rectangular one instead.) is some leftover orange chicken that DH whipped up the other night, and some brown rice.  The two sauce containers to the right of it are more of the orange sauce from the chicken.  There's broccoli and carrots, plus a few grape tomatoes, and some dip in the T/W Smidget container.  A car-shaped hard boiled egg, cut in half for ease of eating, and a small bottle of soy sauce for it.  Ants on a Log, and some strawberries and cherries.  Quite yummy, if I do say so myself =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5230640767272568354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SJb4EJD1RiI/AAAAAAAABK0/yM2bvRp6nqE/s400/8-4_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  DH's from today... microwave scrambled egg; buttered, toasted English muffin; strawberries and blueberries, all for breakfast.  Lunch is leftover Mongolian BBQ from BD's, a hard-boiled egg shaped like a fish, a small container of soy sauce, and a T/W s&amp;p shaker.  Other tier has green grapes, carrots, and some Bacon Ranch dip.  Oreos in the lid for dessert :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5230693617419359074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SJcoIbMvE2I/AAAAAAAABK4/yUPlRQqwZKo/s400/8-4_Bento_Kids%26Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine and the kids for today.  The kids have sandwiches, heart-shaped... DD9 has ham and muenster cheese, DD5 and DD4 have turkey and American.  They all have multi-coloured Goldfish crackers.  Baby carrots, 3-cheese Ranch, and a heart-shaped piece of pound cake with sliced strawberries on it.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is leftover Mongolian BBQ from BD's, two soy sauce fishies (I only ended up using one of them.), carrots with 3-cheese Ranch dip, and a couple of grape tomatoes for space filler.  Pound cake with sliced strawberries in the side car.  This box seems small, or I haven't figured out the best way to pack it yet.  I'm still ravenous after finishing lunch o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-755185637383816069?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/755185637383816069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=755185637383816069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/755185637383816069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/755185637383816069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-days-worth-of-bentos.html' title='2 Days worth of Bentos'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SJNOx6V791I/AAAAAAAABIs/3H44H1WlUFs/s72-c/8-1_Bento_Kidlets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-1665005800621564372</id><published>2008-07-31T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:43:28.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I braved the Asian Market!</title><content type='html'>Well, one of them.  There's one that got GREAT reviews on the search site that I found, and it's nearer my house than most of them.  I was very excited!  And they were not there anymore  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/traurig/g040.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had packed Bento lunches for me and the kids, to go on a shopping expedition... and by gosh, shopping we were going to go!   Oh, I suppose you'll want to see the Bentos  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/s045.GIF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229205040709988594"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SJHeR20zcPI/AAAAAAAABHA/3SPRpdE_4Mw/s400/7-31_Bento_Kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had hard-boiled eggs molded in the shape of teddy bear heads, a small pink angel pig of soy sauce in lieu of salt.  (DD9 decided she would much rather have salt... the other two loved the soy sauce, but I think it was because they had fun dripping it onto stuff =P )  They had baby carrots, a small sauce container of 3-Cheese Ranch, some "Ants on a log", crackers with cheese, grapes, cherries, and some Veggie-Tales fruit snacks for space filler.  Voortman's wafer cookies in the lid for dessert, and we're golden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed down toward the intersection of 50 and Mills, or "Little Viet Nam" as it is unofficially known.  Parking SUCKS down there... the places that look safe are marked "so-and-so customers ONLY, others towed at owner's expense".  Well, I finally found a little Asian supermarket that had its own parking lot, small though it was.  It wasn't full, so that's where we went.  It was such a cute place!  DD4 complained of the smell, and DD5, while she didn't say anything, pulled her shirt up over her nose =P  There wasn't anything WRONG with the smell, mind you, they're just little.  It smelled of a mix of spices, not all that surprising.  The kids had fun looking at the fish in the fish tank.  I enjoyed browsing the shelves, with SO much stuff that I had very little idea what any of it was.  A few things had descriptions in English, but not many.  I did find some Agar agar, they had a lot of flavoured ones, and coloured ones, but I managed to find one that the instructions said to add sugar to, even though sugar is listed as an ingredient... I figured maybe that's the "plain" one, and agar agar has to have sugar to work right?  I dunno.  Anyway, I bought a box, so as soon as I find some little molds, I shall experiment with making some gummies for the kids.  (Thank you to another livejournal Bento blogger &lt;a href="http://melanie.livejournal.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found these adorable little mini-jello-like cups.  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229526694287374498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/calalene/SJMC0jxr-KI/AAAAAAAABHw/EMJ1fxWLSCk/s144/7-31_LittleJellyBag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click for larger view)  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229526700323348802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SJMC06QxoUI/AAAAAAAABH4/OmHH-3lKEKQ/s144/7-31_JellySingle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is what a couple of them look like out of the package)&lt;br /&gt;When we got up to the cashier, I asked if they had tiny pudding the same way, because I hadn't seen any in the store, but I had seen it a bunch online.  She pointed me to this bear.... it's SO cute!  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229526701983912402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SJMC1Acr0dI/AAAAAAAABII/LsP7h3KD8II/s144/7-31_PuddingBear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A plastic bear full of tiny pudding cups.  &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229526704697489058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/calalene/SJMC1KjptqI/AAAAAAAABIA/OGHMEmOWsq8/s144/7-31_BearPuddingSingle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm hoping another Asian grocery nearby will have them without the bear, because I really don't want to buy a new bear every time I run out of pudding.   &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/konfus/a025.gif" border="0"&gt;  These don't look quite the same as the ones I've seen pictured online, either, so maybe I'll find the other kind next time I go hunting.  (Which will probably be after the kids start school  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/s045.GIF" border="0"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, everyone is getting quite hungry (we got a later start than I intended, and then that first store wasn't there), so we wanted to find a suitable place to eat our yummy Bentos.  I thought... Hey!  There's a mall on 50, that we don't go to much, and it has a food court!  Multiple tables, shared by multiple restaurants, so they don't care if you bought the food there or not.  Perfect!  As we were driving to the mall, we passed a huge, stand-alone Dollar Tree store.  Oooo.... now that has potential!  It's down here near the Asian stores, and also quite a bit larger than the Dollar Trees near my house... so maybe it will have those adorable Hello Kitty Bento boxes!  Alas, wrong side of the street, and we are all starving, so it will have to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;We got to the mall, found the bathrooms, then found a table and ate lunch.  Then I discovered 2 stores in the mall, side by side, while looking at the directory.  One is called "JapanHQ", and the other is called "Kitty &amp; Friends"... and I think... hmmmmm... that sounds promising!  So off we go to find them.  They're actually one store with two entrances, connected in the middle.  The "JapanHQ" side has mostly anime stuff, I recognized a little of it but not much.  The Kitty side is all Sanrio!  And they had BENTO BOXES!  Not lots... and no accessories... but, they had boxes.  They had 2 different Hello Kitty ones, both square, with a space in the lid for a fork and spoon (and they came with them).  One was pink and the other red.  They had a Cinnamaroll shaped box, a Keroppi collapsible sandwich box with a belt, AND.... the square Chococat box.  Woo hoo!  They had another square one similar in style to the Chococat one, but I don't remember who was on it.  I was very good!  I didn't buy them!  The Hello Kitty boxes were $6 each, and the Chococat one was about $10.  Not horrid, but not in the budget right now.  (I really want that Chococat box... lol.)  I did end up buying a Chi Chai Monchan kitchen towel and oven mitt that they had in their clearance basket.  SO cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to leave the mall and head home.  I did decide to stop at the Dollar Tree on the way home.  No Hello Kitty :(  However, they did have magic towels, and each DD picked one out.  I hope to use them as oshigiri.  They had little Pooh-bear character ice packs, so I got some of those.  I've seen them for sale on eBay for gobs of money as Bento ice packs, but they're actually supposed to be for bumps and bruises and such.  So that was our shopping adventure!  More Bentos below... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229205045073941058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SJHeSHFQEkI/AAAAAAAABHI/U04mnZDjFT0/s288/7-31_Bento_Mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My lunch was very similar.  I had no "Ants on a Log", and my egg had to be cut in half because it was too tall for the box.  (Also, it's a bunny.)  I had a different kind of cookies, too.  I had a couple of Nestle Treasures in there for space fillers, but I ended up sharing them with the kids instead of eating them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5229158868846578658"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SJG0STOvC-I/AAAAAAAABFk/gKD5_MMrArE/s400/7-31_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Brian's breakfast and lunch.  He wasn't very hungry, as he hasn't been feeling well.  (He stayed home sick on Wednesday, hence no Bento post.)  So breakfast is just a microwave scrambled egg, with a cheddar star on top, and a star-shaped "Grits-nigiri".  Lunch is a turkey, ham, and cheddar wrap, some carrots with dip, crackers and Babybel cheese, a few grape tomatoes for space filler, and of course, Oreos in the lid for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, if you actually got this far, thanks for reading! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-1665005800621564372?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/1665005800621564372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=1665005800621564372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1665005800621564372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1665005800621564372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-braved-asian-market.html' title='I braved the Asian Market!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SJHeR20zcPI/AAAAAAAABHA/3SPRpdE_4Mw/s72-c/7-31_Bento_Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3304161955258764009</id><published>2008-07-29T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:10:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day for Bento Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onabentofrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/bento-pets-bento-competition.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyYHUFjhrw0/SHSa87CVU3I/AAAAAAAABMw/CGSt4z7HLOQ/s400/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm submitting something for this contest, I just LOVE that it doesn't have to be all about the cute to win!  I mean, I LOVE the very uber cute Bentos, I think they're awesome... but so many contests are character contests already.... I'm just very appreciative that there is a chance for "the rest of us" to win some cool Bento stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(Also, my oldest daughter is completely MAD for Pooh Bear, so since there's a good amount of Pooh stuff in the winning package, I really have my fingers crossed.... makes it hard to type, but oh well =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3304161955258764009?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3304161955258764009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3304161955258764009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3304161955258764009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3304161955258764009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-for-bento-contest.html' title='Last Day for Bento Contest!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyYHUFjhrw0/SHSa87CVU3I/AAAAAAAABMw/CGSt4z7HLOQ/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-5547846149644367638</id><published>2008-07-25T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:37:51.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing blurry Bento Breakfast of 25 July</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a great movie title, huh? =P&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened to the picture, but it's blurry, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5226921917593482402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SInBymbc9KI/AAAAAAAABD8/duWGrdyMQOU/s400/7-25_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are his "going out to lunch with the guys" days, so no lunch Bento, just breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Two scrambled eggs, with cheddar cheese hearts on top.  Blueberries, sliced strawberries, T/W salt &amp; pepper shaker, and buttered toast cut into soldiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-5547846149644367638?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/5547846149644367638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=5547846149644367638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/5547846149644367638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/5547846149644367638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-blurry-bento-breakfast-of-25.html' title='The Amazing blurry Bento Breakfast of 25 July'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SInBymbc9KI/AAAAAAAABD8/duWGrdyMQOU/s72-c/7-25_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-179988853444887264</id><published>2008-07-24T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:18:14.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 July Bento for The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5226550649423572242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIhwH8t6rRI/AAAAAAAABDc/VQ93lKyY0Ls/s400/7-24_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in the small tan 2-tier box on the right... scrambled eggs (microwaved), the T/W salt &amp; pepper shaker, and a "Grits-nigiri"... I put grits into an onigiri mold :D&lt;br /&gt;Worked pretty well, I think.  DH liked it :)  Then strawberries and blueberries in the lower tier.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was leftover teriyaki steak with brown rice and LOTS of veggies, small bottle of soy sauce just in case.  Baby carrots, red and green grapes, some dip in the T/W Smidget container for the carrots, and a small heart of wasabi peas.&lt;br /&gt;Oreos for dessert! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-179988853444887264?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/179988853444887264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=179988853444887264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/179988853444887264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/179988853444887264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/24-july-bento-for-man.html' title='24 July Bento for The Man'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIhwH8t6rRI/AAAAAAAABDc/VQ93lKyY0Ls/s72-c/7-24_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-4225513334870328644</id><published>2008-07-23T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:03:48.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 July Bento for The Man</title><content type='html'>It's mah birthday! :D  *happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;DH had jury duty yesterday, and didn't want to mess with carrying extra stuff, so no Bento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5226550634358371858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIhwHEmF9hI/AAAAAAAABDU/JixU4ffXIgg/s400/7-23_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the top... cheese omelette, cooked in the microwave.  Container of sliced strawberries, some fresh blueberries with a couple of strawberry slices on top, and some buttered toast cut into soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, he's got leftover fried chicken, pulled off the bone; Club crackers, and a Laughing cow cheese wedge; green grapes; baby carrots with dip in the T/W Smidget container; a side car of cole slaw, and the ubiquitous Oreo for dessert, in the lid.&lt;br /&gt;Looks good to me!&lt;br /&gt;(But why didn't anyone make me a birthday Bento?  /le sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-4225513334870328644?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/4225513334870328644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=4225513334870328644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4225513334870328644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4225513334870328644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/23-july-bento-for-man.html' title='23 July Bento for The Man'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIhwHEmF9hI/AAAAAAAABDU/JixU4ffXIgg/s72-c/7-23_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3567808999309413185</id><published>2008-07-21T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:05:45.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 July Bentos for The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5225462968205477986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SISS4kbYiGI/AAAAAAAABCw/FWpEjoKcrrI/s400/7-21_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is in the white container on the right... buttered toast cut into soldiers, two different microwave omelettes, and some blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch : A wrap, which I am not sure what is in it, because DH had it put together before I got downstairs.  I was SO impressed with him!  I woke up with a migraine, and I figured that he'd just get some lunch out somewhere, because I couldn't make a Bento fast enough... but when I got into the kitchen, he was already working on it!  So, we finished it up together :D&lt;br /&gt;Red and green grapes next to the wrap.... baby carrots, dip, Babybel cheese round, and rice crackers in the other tier... Oreos in the lid for dessert! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3567808999309413185?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3567808999309413185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3567808999309413185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3567808999309413185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3567808999309413185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/21-july-bentos-for-man.html' title='21 July Bentos for The Man'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SISS4kbYiGI/AAAAAAAABCw/FWpEjoKcrrI/s72-c/7-21_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-8367478611568734860</id><published>2008-07-18T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:57:18.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 July Bentos for Me and the Kidlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5224890236241130226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIKJ_LmPMvI/AAAAAAAABCE/i8QphP2udcs/s400/7-18_Bento_Kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top tiers : Red grape and cheese kabobs, cherries, cheese teddy bears, hard-boiled eggs in neato shapes.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom tiers : PB&amp;J sandwiches, carrots, small sauce container with dip, cheese teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Lids : Keebler cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5224890241843441938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SIKJ_gd7sRI/AAAAAAAABCU/tLz-VwKHCRU/s400/7-18-Bento_Mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine.... pretty much the same stuff as the kids' lunches, except I have baby carrots instead of the ripple chips.  Yummy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;This picnic took place at IPEZ, instead of home :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-8367478611568734860?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/8367478611568734860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=8367478611568734860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/8367478611568734860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/8367478611568734860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-july-bentos-for-me-and-kidlets.html' title='18 July Bentos for Me and the Kidlets'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SIKJ_LmPMvI/AAAAAAAABCE/i8QphP2udcs/s72-c/7-18_Bento_Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-9140917168882587861</id><published>2008-07-18T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:07:44.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breakfast this time..</title><content type='html'>Friday is his day to go out to lunch with "the guys" from work, so I only packed a breakfast Bento for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5224890228089181714"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SIKJ-tOqVhI/AAAAAAAABB8/0CL-0D3H4TQ/s400/7-18_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top tier : Japanese-esque omelette, was cooked in the microwave and then frozen, and reheated in the morning.  Also a more "American" omelette, with cheddar cheese, which was cooked in the microwave as well.  The little T/W smidget has grape jelly for the toast.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom tier : Strawberries, halved.  Bread.... it was supposed to be toast, but the toaster oven wasn't plugged in, and I didn't notice it right away... he said not to worry about it.   &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/konfus/d040.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-9140917168882587861?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/9140917168882587861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=9140917168882587861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/9140917168882587861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/9140917168882587861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-breakfast-this-time.html' title='Just Breakfast this time..'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SIKJ-tOqVhI/AAAAAAAABB8/0CL-0D3H4TQ/s72-c/7-18_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3591188251011952000</id><published>2008-07-17T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:23:15.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidlet-Made Bentos!</title><content type='html'>The kids REALLY wanted Bentos today, for another stay-at-home picnic... I was really not feeling up to it, but the oldest agreed to make them, AND to wash out the Bento boxes afterwards, so I let her try it out.  I made a few suggestions, and I cooked the omelettes (in the microwave), but she orchestrated the rest.  Her little sisters helped quite a bit, as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why the picture came out so blurry, though  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/traurig/g020.gif" border="0"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5224044633801678802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SH-I6pCI39I/AAAAAAAABBY/xoAxdXkprdY/s400/7-17_Bento_Kids%26Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese omelettes, Club crackers, cheddar cheese sticks, carrots with dip, grape kabobs, strawberries, cherries, Laughing Cow cheese cubes, and Girl Scout cookies for dessert!  I think they did a really awesome job  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/a020.gif" border="0"&gt;.  DD9's comment when she was done was "Wow, that's a lot harder than it looks!"   &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/a055.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3591188251011952000?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3591188251011952000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3591188251011952000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3591188251011952000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3591188251011952000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/kidlet-made-bentos.html' title='Kidlet-Made Bentos!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SH-I6pCI39I/AAAAAAAABBY/xoAxdXkprdY/s72-c/7-17_Bento_Kids%26Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-5880069926900733489</id><published>2008-07-17T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:17:50.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bentos for the Man (breakfast and lunch)</title><content type='html'>DH said something, half-joking, about doing a "breakfast bento", so he doesn't have to go down to the Nature's Table in the lobby and have over-priced stuff in the morning.  (Yes, he COULD eat before he goes, but he's not usually hungry first thing in the morning, and if he tries to eat then, his tummy complains.)&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Ooo!  I can do that!"  So, here we have both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5224019084554274210"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/calalene/SH9xreq4BaI/AAAAAAAABA0/xgUA0FToUik/s400/7-17_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is in the tan box in the lower part of the picture.  Microwave poached egg, got a little overdone, but not too bad... live and learn!  Small sauce bottle with syrup in it, and mini pancakes that I cooked up last time we had pancakes for breakfast, and froze.  Strawberries in the bottom tier.  His dessert of piroulline cookies is in the lid.  (That would be for after lunch, just being creative with space.)&lt;br /&gt;In the square Lock and Lock container, we have leftover enchiladas.  Small round Lock and Lock has some chopped, roasted green chilis.  In the black box, we've got red grapes, baby carrots, dipping sauce, and a Laughing Cow cheese wedge.  The lid holds Club Crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-5880069926900733489?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/5880069926900733489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=5880069926900733489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/5880069926900733489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/5880069926900733489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/bentos-for-man-breakfast-and-lunch.html' title='Bentos for the Man (breakfast and lunch)'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/calalene/SH9xreq4BaI/AAAAAAAABA0/xgUA0FToUik/s72-c/7-17_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-6527086030715605765</id><published>2008-07-16T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:58:55.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaped Eggs</title><content type='html'>This is a common thing in Bento lunches that I've seen.... a hard-boiled egg, shaped in a mold.  Neat trick, I must say.  You have to peel the egg and put it in the mold while the egg is still hot, which is kinda tricky.  It's not as painful as one might think, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223634586162569330"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SH4T-uiqIHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/fVys9JeBf1Q/s400/7-16_MoldedEggsFirstTry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to crack the egg, then run it under cold water for just a few seconds.  This gets cold water between the egg and the shell, making it MUCH easier to peel, and also cools down the egg and the shell just enough to peel it without burning your fingers, but not enough so that it won't mold properly.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a successful experiment, I think.  The bunny one exploded during the boiling process, but I decided to try to use it, anyway.... mangled mutant bunny, we called it.  DH said he'd be proud to take a mangled mutant bunny to work in his lunch, since mangled and mutant is definitely not "cute" (or should I say "kawaii"?)  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/s025.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-6527086030715605765?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/6527086030715605765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=6527086030715605765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/6527086030715605765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/6527086030715605765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/shaped-eggs.html' title='Shaped Eggs'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SH4T-uiqIHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/fVys9JeBf1Q/s72-c/7-16_MoldedEggsFirstTry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-2741843057529170543</id><published>2008-07-16T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:13:11.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidlets' Bentos (and mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223690934875996866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SH5HOp22QsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/4ir706RARjQ/s400/7-16_Bento_Kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "picnic in the living room".&lt;br /&gt;Top tier : Japanese-esque omelette, with soy sauce and sugar, adapted from a recipe I found... er... somewhere... cooked in the microwave.  Club Crackers, Laughing Cow cheese cube, carrots, small sauce container of 3-cheese Ranch dip for the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom tier : Red grape and cheese cube kabobs, cherries, granola bar pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Lid : Koala Cookies, creme-filled... two each of 3 different flavours.  SO cute, very yummy, and only 99 cents a box!  I found them in the "international" section of the Publix cookie aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223690947563325330"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SH5HPZHvh5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/qe6kfdldugs/s400/7-16-Bento_Mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about the same stuff as they do, I just have Piroulline cookies instead of the cute little Koala ones.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-2741843057529170543?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/2741843057529170543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=2741843057529170543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/2741843057529170543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/2741843057529170543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/kidlets-bentos.html' title='Kidlets&apos; Bentos (and mine)'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/calalene/SH5HOp22QsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/4ir706RARjQ/s72-c/7-16_Bento_Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-1896359669458078041</id><published>2008-07-16T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:13:26.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby's Bento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223573391455306786"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SH3cUufgRCI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_qG93YcCKpE/s288/7-16_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Tier (right side) : baby carrots, 3-cheese Ranch, Laughing Cow cheese wedge, cherries.&lt;br /&gt;Top Tier : ginger marinated Shrimp, small bottle of soy sauce, brown rice.&lt;br /&gt;Smaller Lid : Piroulline cookies.  (These ended up being a little too wide for the smaller lid, so they went into the larger lid after the picture was taken.)&lt;br /&gt;Larger Lid : Club Crackers.  (Since the cookies had to go in here, he had a few less Club Crackers back in the smaller lid instead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me hungry!  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/s045.GIF"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-1896359669458078041?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/1896359669458078041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=1896359669458078041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1896359669458078041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1896359669458078041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/hubbys-bento.html' title='Hubby&apos;s Bento'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SH3cUufgRCI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_qG93YcCKpE/s72-c/7-16_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-1331147058479028003</id><published>2008-07-15T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:48:03.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Bentos for home picnic</title><content type='html'>It's been pouring all day, and the kids really wanted to have an indoor picnic.  I hadn't had a chance to make a Bento for DD9 yet, she had been at her grandparents house all last week.  So they got a big beach towel out to spread on the floor in the living room, and we packed Bento lunches for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223573381132348034"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SH3cUICUaoI/AAAAAAAAA98/K5MbHxlyS3k/s144/7-15_Bento_Kids%26Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Tiers, the kids have carrots, 3-cheese ranch, and red grapes.  I have more carrots, and hummus to dip.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Tiers, we all have peanut butter &amp; jelly sandwiches.  The kids have goldfish, I have cashew trail mix from Archer Farms.&lt;br /&gt;In the lids, we all have Voortman's wafer cookies.  Mine are vanilla, the kids have 1 strawberry and 1 peanut butter flavour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-1331147058479028003?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/1331147058479028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=1331147058479028003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1331147058479028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1331147058479028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/lunch-bentos-for-home-picnic.html' title='Lunch Bentos for home picnic'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SH3cUICUaoI/AAAAAAAAA98/K5MbHxlyS3k/s72-c/7-15_Bento_Kids%26Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-243344599614193263</id><published>2008-07-15T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:10:55.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento 15 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5223212559766084386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SHyUJjs3WyI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Z-o9cOdaRPc/s288/7-15_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Left side (which is the top tier), we have 2 skewers of red grapes, with a few more grapes underneath... a whole grain wrap with ham, chicken, salami, and cheddar cheese, and some baran (green plastic grass) as a separator.  Next is the bottom tier, we have a Laughing cow cheese wedge, baby carrots with 3-cheese ranch dipping sauce, and some cashew trail mix from Archer Farms.  Larger lid has Oreos, smaller lid has Club crackers.  Side car with potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some edible green stuff that he'll like, for variety of colour if nothing else... &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/s030.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onabentofrenzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bento Pet&lt;/a&gt; from On a Bento Frenzy is holding a bento contest for "regular" bento packers (as in, not the uber-cute ones), so I may enter, if I get enough posts up here by the contest end.  I would LOVE the prize, so much Pooh stuff my daughter would go NUTs.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onabentofrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/bento-pets-bento-competition.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyYHUFjhrw0/SHSa87CVU3I/AAAAAAAABMw/CGSt4z7HLOQ/s400/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-243344599614193263?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/243344599614193263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=243344599614193263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/243344599614193263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/243344599614193263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/bento-15-july-2008.html' title='Bento 15 July 2008'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SHyUJjs3WyI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Z-o9cOdaRPc/s72-c/7-15_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3092682380942218921</id><published>2008-07-14T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:29:41.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5222839786543466834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SHtBHTOzSVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/NkoTZ5PDtPw/s288/7-14_Bento_Brian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Left side (which is the top tier) is carrots, 3-cheese ranch for dipping, a Laughing Cow cheese wedge, and some dried pineapple flavoured like Mango.  (Yeah, that made me go &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/konfus/a035.gif"&gt; , too... but it's yummy, I promise!)  Right side (bottom tier) is whole wheat cheese ravioli, a little container of fresh grated Parmesan, the T/W mini S&amp;P shaker, and some tomato-Alfredo sauce for the pasta.  Club crackers in one lid, Oreos in the other.  &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/a050.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3092682380942218921?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3092682380942218921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3092682380942218921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3092682380942218921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3092682380942218921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-bento.html' title='Another Bento'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SHtBHTOzSVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/NkoTZ5PDtPw/s72-c/7-14_Bento_Brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-7751860987194346636</id><published>2008-07-12T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:23:14.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bentos for the Kids</title><content type='html'>The kids were so impressed with DH's bento, that they've been begging me to make them Bentos, even when we're not going anywhere.  I didn't take pictures of the first few of theirs, either.  On the 11th, we went to IPEZ and met one of Emily's classmates there.  IPEZ has their party rooms open during their "Mommy and Me" playtimes, so you can bring snacks and lunches and such to eat there.  So, I packed Bento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5221844689201551266"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SHe4FAweV6I/AAAAAAAAA50/HWmOoSE1L5c/s144/_7111997.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top tiers are trail mix, and leftover pizza cut into small wedges.  The bottom tiers are carrots, little containers of 3-cheese ranch for dipping, a Laughing Cow cheese square, and red grapes.  There were cinnamon graham crackers in the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5221844760111358002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SHe4JI6sIDI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6bDagXAqDXg/s144/_7112002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's MINE... lol.  Top tier is leftover brown rice, ginger-marinated shrimp, and a little sauce bottle of soy sauce.  Bottom tier is watermelon, with a couple of picks to look cute &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/a050.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plain lunch box is actually smaller in capacity than the cute ones I got for the kids, so I have a side-car with green salad, carrots, and 3-cheese Ranch dressing.&lt;br /&gt;(You can click on the pictures for a larger view.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-7751860987194346636?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/7751860987194346636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=7751860987194346636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/7751860987194346636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/7751860987194346636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/bentos-for-kids.html' title='Bentos for the Kids'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/calalene/SHe4FAweV6I/AAAAAAAAA50/HWmOoSE1L5c/s72-c/_7111997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-4670036957751272047</id><published>2008-07-12T06:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:36:47.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento-Mania!</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, I stumbled across Laptop Lunch boxes.  They are really neat, but a bit out of my budget, especially since I would need 5 of the complete packs.  They call themselves "Bentoware for everywhere", and I wondered "now what the heck is a bento?".  So, I did some Googling and some reading and some more researching, and discovered that apparently almost everyone in the world knew what Bento was but me &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/a080.gif" border=0 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, it is a Japanese tradition of packing lunches, mostly intended to be eaten at room temperature.  There are 3 distinct types of bento, but if I try to give the Japanese names I'm sure I will butcher them.  There are Bentos that focus on health-food, there are "regular" bentos, and then there are the super-cute Character bentos.  My favourite site so far is &lt;a href="http://lunchinabox.net"&gt;Lunch In a Box&lt;/a&gt;.  Biggie is a Mom who used to live in Japan.  She lives in CA now, and has a preschooler that she packs bento lunches for.  She has TONS of information, tips and tricks for making things speedier, recipes, reviews of specific products, even a "shopping guide" using Google maps.  Truly an awesome site.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite site to shop is &lt;a href="http://www.ichibankanusa.com"&gt;Ichiban Kan&lt;/a&gt;, my only problem is they sell out of stuff too fast &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/a080.gif" border=0 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ordered some basic bento stuff, and I started packing bentos for DH to take to work.  (It took awhile for me to find a reasonably-priced "men's" bento box, but Ichiban Kan came through, and last time I looked they were still in stock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take pictures of the first few that I packed, but here's one that DH took a picture of with his phone.  This one is from 10 July 2008.  (Although, he ended up going out to lunch to Tijuana Flats that day, so the Bento got eaten on 11 July &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/e020.gif" border=0 /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/calalene/BentoLunches/photo#5221844663836217218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SHe4DiQ6D4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/bVpmIeh4yJ0/s288/Bento_for_Brian_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  On the left side (which is the bottom tier of the lunch box), we have baby carrots, a Babybel Gouda cheese round, a little blue container of 3-cheese ranch dip for the carrots, a Laughing Cow cheese wedge, some Club crackers, and a Tupperware mini S&amp;amp;P shaker.  On the right (the top tier), we have 2 mini quiches (ham and broccoli), and some red grapes.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the picture are the oreo cookies that were placed in the lid &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/froehlich/e030.gif" border=0 /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-4670036957751272047?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/4670036957751272047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=4670036957751272047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4670036957751272047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4670036957751272047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/07/bento-mania.html' title='Bento-Mania!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/calalene/SHe4DiQ6D4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/bVpmIeh4yJ0/s72-c/Bento_for_Brian_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3469787084359939586</id><published>2008-01-14T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:43:38.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Replubican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass Effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conservative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Somedays, I wonder how they remember to breathe...</title><content type='html'>In this instance, the "they" I am referring to is the "Religious Right".  Conservatives, generally Republicans, crusading to "save our children" from all that is evil in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is, I actually AM one.  I am extremely conservative in most of my political views (a few notable exceptions exist, but that's a different topic.), I am a Christian, and I am a registered Republican.  I think Ann Coulter is wonderful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see things like &lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/news/viewstory.asp?Page=/Culture/archive/200801/CUL20080111a.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.townhall.com/Columnists/KevinMcCullough/2008/01/13/the_sex-box_race_for_president?page=full&amp;comments=true"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;... and I am in a quandary.  Either they cannot read, in which case, how in the dickens do they manage to mash the right keys to write this drivel?  Or, they are just stupid... which I would hope is not the case, but there is something just NOT right here.&lt;br /&gt;For those too lazy to go read all the articles (hi, Pneuma! =P), it's people up in arms about the game &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/span&gt;, and the fact that your character can get involved in a romantic relationship that ends in sex.&lt;br /&gt;They are claiming that 1) the game is marketed to minors, and 2) the romantic scene is actually explicitly showing sex, like an X-rated movie.&lt;br /&gt;Point 1... well, no.  It's not.  They never provide any evidence for WHY they say it's marketed to minors.  In fact, in one article they even state, in a separate paragraph, that the game is labeled "M" for Mature.  I guess they figure that because it's a "game" it automatically has to be safe to hand it to their 6 year old.  There are an awful lot of adult gamers in the world, and we'd like to play something a little more sophisticated than Mario Brothers occasionally.  That's why there is a rating system to begin with.  If &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;, as an adult, choose to go and play an M-rated game, that is my choice, and my responsibility.  My kids do not get that choice.  I choose what games they play, and anything with an "M" for Mature on it is not only not on their list, it won't even get played by adults in the house while they're home and awake.  That's my job as a parent.  It's not BioWare's job to make sure that everything they produce is good for my kids.  They produce what they want to produce, the ESRB labels it as accurately as they can, and that's where they're responsibility ends and mine begins.  I research the games, read review sites, and actually READ the packaging, including the ESRB rating, to decide if it A) comes into my house in the first place and B) gets to be viewed and/or played by my children.  If these people actually think that an M-rated game is "marketed to minors", I shudder to think what they let their own kids watch, play, and do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If THAT is what they think explicit sex is, how in the world do they manage to reproduce?  I've watched clips of the scene.  It is for certain too mature for most kids to watch (hence it's "M" rating, duh...), but it is in no way explicit.  You see a kiss, a bare tush... there might be a fleeting glimpse of breast, but it's hard too tell because the whole scene is so dark.  The cinematography moves very quickly, shifting camera angles constantly, so all you get is an impression of what's going on.  Now we, being adults who engage in sex of our own, know quite well what the implications are.  My kids would be much more likely to giggle loudly about seeing a "naked tushy" than anything else, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I let them see it in the first place, which obviously I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a scary, scary thing that these people think "M for Mature" means "marketed to minors".  We learned a long time ago that being animated does not make it a kids' show (thank you, Anime and the Simpsons).  Now we need to wake up to the fact that just because something is a game, doesn't mean it's for children to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3469787084359939586?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3469787084359939586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3469787084359939586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3469787084359939586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3469787084359939586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2008/01/somedays-i-wonder-how-they-remember-to.html' title='Somedays, I wonder how they remember to breathe...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-4525903707993390102</id><published>2007-11-17T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:51:12.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Episcopal Church comments</title><content type='html'>I've seen a lot of the folks comparing themselves to Martin Luther.  I've been trying to find ways to be descriptive without using labels or going to far with the "us and them" mentality, but these are the folks who think it's perfectly okay not to believe in the creed, even if you're a bishop... the ones who doubt the authority of scripture and don't believe in the divinity of Christ.  (Now, I do want to make this clear here... I have friends who are of different faiths, and in some cases no official faith at all, and I have no issue with the fact that they don't believe the Bible or believe in Jesus.  The sole reason I have a problem with it in this instance is that these are &lt;i&gt;leaders&lt;/i&gt; in what is supposed to be a Christian church.)  &lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of thinking and praying about this Martin Luther analogy for the past few days.  My husband was raised Lutheran, and attended a Lutheran college, and has done extensive research on Martin Luther.  I've discussed a lot of this with him, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Now, these &lt;i&gt;leaders&lt;/i&gt; of the church, the Presiding Bishop and a lot of other Bishops, and I'm not even sure who all else, are the ones who have been steering the Episcopal Church USA further into heresy.  The other Bishops (the &lt;i&gt;conservative&lt;/i&gt; ones, for those who must insist on labels) have been observing this, and have tried in many ways, over many years, to bring them back into compliance with Scripture.  They have tried to re-form the church, to bring it back to the original constitution under which it was formed, which is based very strongly in Scripture.  Martin Luther watched the Catholic church become more and more corrupted, and tried to bring them back... he wasn't the one dragging them astray.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have been trying to use this argument to defend your actions need to do a bit more studying and praying.  You are the ones with the political and economic power here.  You are NOT acting in the place of Martin Luther.  You are The Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the Windsor Report would have gotten a better reception if it had been nailed to a church door?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-4525903707993390102?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/4525903707993390102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=4525903707993390102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4525903707993390102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4525903707993390102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-episcopal-church-comments.html' title='More Episcopal Church comments'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-3864526349524884067</id><published>2007-11-14T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:29:35.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scandalon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Scandalon</title><content type='html'>I've had some songs rattling around in my head recently, and I decided to inflict them on my readers, few though you may be &lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/frech/a015.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's episode is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scandalon&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.michaelcard.com"&gt;Michael Card&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The seers and the prophets had foretold it long ago&lt;br /&gt;That the long awaited one would make men stumble&lt;br /&gt;But they were looking for a king to conquer and to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have ever thought He'd be so meek and humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He will be the truth that will offend them one and all&lt;br /&gt;A stone that makes men stumble&lt;br /&gt;And a rock that makes them fall&lt;br /&gt;Many will be broken so that He can make them whole&lt;br /&gt;And many will be crushed and lose their own soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Along the path of life there lies a stubborn Scandalon&lt;br /&gt;And all who come this way must be offended&lt;br /&gt;To some He is a barrier, To others He's the way&lt;br /&gt;For all should know the scandal of believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is the one I wanted to talk about first.  In many ways, it is truly a scandal to be a believer.  We are labeled intolerant, closed-minded, even homophobic, by people who don't even know us.  Now I do realize that there are a vocal few who really are that way, and they give the rest of us a bad name.  BUT, how is considering all of us like them any better than how they stereotype "liberals" or "gays" or any other group?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It seems today the Scandalon offends no one at all&lt;br /&gt;The image we present can be stepped over&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we are like the others long ago&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever learn that all who come must stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people today (probably a lot... probably a whole lot more than will admit it... perhaps even ALL of us, to some degree) want to mold God into their own personal idea of Deity, instead of taking him as he is.  They want to warp His Word, pretend things are acceptable to Him that really aren't, and make themselves feel "Holy" for the sins they are committing.  They want to make God unoffensive to everyone.  In the name of "tolerance" they water down the message and the gift.  The image they present doesn't even have to be stepped over, it just melds into the road.  Some of us already know we have to stumble... we realize we are all sinners, and we don't hold up our sin as a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the book of Revelation makes a good case for the second coming to be much less meek than the first.  Then He &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; come as a King who conquers and kills.  He will separate the sheep from the goats.  He won't be quite so step-over-able then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-3864526349524884067?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/3864526349524884067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=3864526349524884067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3864526349524884067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/3864526349524884067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2007/11/scandalon.html' title='Scandalon'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-168978906558129616</id><published>2007-11-12T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:02:09.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasphemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heresy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episcopal church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heretic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anglican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish Inquisition'/><title type='text'>The Episcopal Church</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can almost... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;, mind you... understand the desire of the certain Bishops to reform where they are, rather than just do the honest thing and LEAVE a church they don't agree with to form their own where they can set all the rules the way they want them.  Almost.  Even though it's not just a matter of a few secondary rules, it's the actual CREED they don't agree with... basic, fundamental tenets of the church that they cannot even verbalize, much less say they believe.  They are sworn to uphold these same tenets.  They affirm in front of witnesses, and SIGN their name in front of witnesses, to defend these tenets.  And yet, it's not dishonest and a breach of contract for them to deny them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all this, for the rest of us who DO believe the creed and the tenets of the church and the Holy Scriptures, who are trying to leave the church (as a last resort, because they won't uphold the Scriptures and they won't leave to form a church where they don't have to), are being threatened, sued, convicted in "Episcopal Court" of all kinds of trumped up heinous charges.  I have heard it compared to the Spanish Inquisition, though I sincerely can't see how something like that could happen in this day and age, especially in America.  I absolutely cannot comprehend why they want to FORCE us to stay, when they so firmly believe we are intolerant and closed-minded and who knows what else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and an acquaintance completely disagreed about something, and neither of you could possibly budge on your opinions, and they tried to walk away from the relationship... would you try to FORCE them to stay?  Why would anyone want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll likely have more on this later, but right now I feel I'm too upset to be particularly coherent.  If you managed to get to the end of it and don't think I'm making any sense, please feel free to ask for clarification, and I shall do my best to oblige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-168978906558129616?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/168978906558129616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=168978906558129616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/168978906558129616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/168978906558129616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2007/11/episcopal-church.html' title='The Episcopal Church'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-1697894422491266691</id><published>2007-05-29T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:56:40.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking..</title><content type='html'>I've added a couple of older posts, that were originally posted on my livejournal page.  Having multiple blogs is confusing me, I think o.O&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you scroll down to July of '06, you'll see the two new old posts =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's today's lovely tidbit of karma!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you read those two blogs, you know what lovely bunch of folks I used to see at my doctor's office. I say used to, because we have now gotten settled into the new doctor's office that my kids' pediatrician recommended, and they are FANTASTIC. A little bit of a wait time sometimes, but nothing too horrid, and they are SO nice and helpful that it pretty much negates that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... my husband had an appointment this morning, and the lady he saw asked "Didn't you guys come from Dr. Dube's office? Have you seen the news? They're under this huge investigation, one of their PA's was arrested for practicing medicine without a license".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/seminole/orl-bk-malpractice052307,0,4867118.story"&gt;Link to the news article I found online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think I'll be snickering all morning, at least =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby found and linked another article about the fiasco, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/seminole/orl-baddoctor2407may24,0,21019.story"&gt;This one was the day after the other article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-1697894422491266691?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/1697894422491266691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=1697894422491266691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1697894422491266691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/1697894422491266691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2007/05/backtracking.html' title='Backtracking..'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-7704935457991570432</id><published>2007-05-03T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:16:50.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the nuthouse, Dearest!</title><content type='html'>My husband finally fell into the blogging craze ;)&lt;br /&gt;Check out his &lt;a href="http://dlsith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moments of Clarity&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;Welcome in, darling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-7704935457991570432?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/7704935457991570432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=7704935457991570432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/7704935457991570432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/7704935457991570432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-nuthouse-dearest.html' title='Welcome to the nuthouse, Dearest!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-115637390606209201</id><published>2006-08-23T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:58:26.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, are you the goose or the gander?</title><content type='html'>You've all heard the saying... "what's good for the goose is good for the gander".  I know the person in question doesn't read my blog, so this is just a general "suggestion" post for the rest of you.  If you tell me to never contact you again?  Don't fucking send me email.  I'm not biting the bait.  I won't respond to it, even to remind you that it's stupid to send me email after you told me explicitly to never contact you (possibly even harrassment, but we won't go there.)  But if you think it's license to send me as much shit as you want, because I won't respond?  Don't be surprised when I file a complaint with your isp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-115637390606209201?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/115637390606209201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=115637390606209201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/115637390606209201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/115637390606209201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm-are-you-goose-or-gander.html' title='Hmm, are you the goose or the gander?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-4575006953352570598</id><published>2006-07-31T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:49:19.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* Meds are expensive, yippee...</title><content type='html'>So this morning, there is a message from my doctor's office manager, telling me only to "call her back". I do, and get her voice mail... an hour and a half later, she still hasn't called back, so my husband calls. After 3 calls in, and insisting that no, he cannot "hold", he finally gets to "someone" who says that they "no longer do prior auths". At all. In fact, they want to change my meds, now that we've found something that works. Um.... why didn't they mention med changing when I was there on Wed? Why, if they want to change them, did Randy write a new scrip for what I'm already on? DH gets frustrated, pissed off, gives up on moronic office staff, and goes straight for the insurance company to file a formal complaint. Meanwhile, I'm emailing our kids' pediatrician, who is absolutely awesome, to see who he recommends for a family practitioner, because we can't deal with this situation anymore. DH gets the address for sending in a formal complaint, and the woman from UHC that he's dealing with is really helpful, which is great. It doesn't fix anything immediately, mind you, but it's a nice change from the useless morons at the doctor's office. She faxes some form to the doctor's office, which they are supposed to fill out and return, which means my meds will be covered about 24 hours after they send it back.... IF they bother to fill it out at all. I went to the pharmacy and bought 1 weeks worth of pills without benefit of insurance coverage ($35, for 7 pills... yay.), so hopefully we can get it straightened out before I run out again. I just couldn't swing the $150 it would have been for the whole 27 pills, even with the likelihood of reimbursement from the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;The pediatrician wrote back with a recommendation, and he takes our insurance, and they even answered their phone on the FIRST ring (with an actual person!!).... but they're not accepting new patients until September. They did say that if it was urgent, they could fit me in... so I'm going to call tomorrow and see what they can do.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it's the fact that I didn't have my meds Saturday or this morning, or the stress of the whole mess, or some combination, but I just want to curl up into a ball, hide, and sleep for about 2 months :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-4575006953352570598?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/4575006953352570598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=4575006953352570598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4575006953352570598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/4575006953352570598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh-meds-are-expensive-yippee.html' title='*sigh* Meds are expensive, yippee...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-6540338681436655305</id><published>2006-07-29T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:05:02.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH! Doctors! And Insurance Companies! They all suck.</title><content type='html'>Well, okay, probably not ALL of them. At least, I hope not all of them, because I need to switch doctors and I'd like to find a non-sucky one to switch to. I've been on an anti-depressant for a little over 2 years. (Well, I've been on several different ones, for much longer than that, total... but this particular one has worked the best, by far.) It has nasty side effects if you stop taking it cold turkey. I still have 3 refills left on my prescription, so Tuesday I took it to my pharmacy to get a refill. I had 1 pill left, for Wednesday morning, but the pharmacy only takes about 10 minutes for a refill. (I know, I shouldn't have cut it that close, but we were out of town for the weekend.) I got a phone call Tuesday afternoon that my insurance company had suddenly decided I needed "prior authorization" from my doctor's office in order to cover my prescription, even though there were still refills left. The pharmacist had faxed my doctor's office, who replied that since I hadn't been seen since September, I would have to come in to the office for them to authorize it. So, grumbling and gritting my teeth, I call the dr and get an appointment for Wednesday afternoon. I see the PA, who is completely useless, but all I needed was an authorization, which I figured was pretty simple. (He wanted to put me on cholesterol meds while I was there, when my cholesterol is 30 points LOWER than it was last time they tested it, but that's a separate rant.) He wrote out a new prescription. I took it to the pharmacy, and they said..... no, that won't help, they have to CALL the insurance company to tell them it's authorized, a new prescription won't cut it. ARGH! So the pharmacist calls the dr's office, leaves a message, and gives me 3 tablets to get me through til they can fill the prescription. I hadn't heard anything, so this morning I called the pharmacy to make sure it was ready so we could go get it.... and the doctor has not even called the insurance company yet!!! The pharmacist says there's absolutely nothing she can do until the dr calls the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;I call the dr's office myself, go through a maze of phone menus, and discover they have NO after hours answering service, the ONLY thing you can do after hours is leave VOICEMAIL! (This is the main reason I'm going to switch doctors now, that's just completely ridiculous.) I left a scathing voicemail in their "General Delivery" mailbox with the doctor's name on it, but somehow I doubt it will do any good.&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried calling the insurance company to see what else they can do, if anything, since I have only 1 pill left. I went through 2 menus, gave my account info so they could look up the records, went through 3 more menus, and was THEN told "Sorry, we're closed, call back during regular business hours." WHY couldn't you have told me that 4 menus ago??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond livid, but I'm stuck til Monday, so I'm saving the one pill I have to take tomorrow (I've missed a single day before with no noticeable effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least venting on here seems to be somewhat therapeutic. Thanks for reading, if you got this far without your eyes bleeding. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-6540338681436655305?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/6540338681436655305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=6540338681436655305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/6540338681436655305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/6540338681436655305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh-doctors-and-insurance-companies.html' title='ARGH! Doctors! And Insurance Companies! They all suck.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-115143405954561153</id><published>2006-06-27T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:47:39.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of being a pansy</title><content type='html'>Not that pansies are not beautiful flowers, they are.  I mean it more in the sense of not being a chicken.  Actually, I'm not sure chicken is quite right, either.  It's more that I feel uncomfortable in certain places, and unsure of myself, and so I don't go there.  I stay away from places that I care about, away from friends that I miss deeply, because I'm walking on eggshells and feeling awkward.  So, today I decided I don't want to do that anymore.  I've started, slowly, to go back to places I used to visit, make idle chit-chat where it seems appropriate... trying to ease back into things.  We'll see how it goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss interacting with these friends.  Some have changed since I've known them.  Not that I expect things to stay the same all the time, mind you... but some of these changes have been extreme.  Now they're not all BAD, either... 1 friend has been through SO much, and it's not over yet, but she's away from a really bad situation, and she's keeping her son safe and happy, and her strength is just totally amazing.  Another friend... it's really odd, I'm not sure what happened.  A few months ago, if you had asked me to list the top 10 rational, level-headed people I knew, she would have been one of them, no question.  Then, she somehow seemed to stop being able to see both sides of a situation.  That used to be something she had a particular strength for... but now people that she used to consider friends, are capable of horrible things, without even attempting to see their side of it.  It's very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last change is the one that pains me the most.  She's been through a hell of a lot, too, and is still in the middle of some of it.  She's very sweet, and generous, and usually fiercely loyal to her friends.  She's always had some anxiety issues, and with good reason... but in the past few months, they've grown and... I dunno, blossomed I suppose.  Now she's paranoid, even about close friends, and she lashes out, even at people who care very deeply for her.  Some have given up entirely :(  Some of us haven't given up, and still hope she'll come back to us someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-115143405954561153?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/115143405954561153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=115143405954561153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/115143405954561153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/115143405954561153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/06/enough-of-being-pansy.html' title='Enough of being a pansy'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-114677260313206482</id><published>2006-05-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:56:43.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I wonder which it is?</title><content type='html'>I wonder how often misunderstanding is blamed, when it is really a deliberate misinterpretation of the facts?  Mind you, this is a musing only, not accusing anyone of anything... because I would not presume to know anyone's motivation.  I've never been clairvoyant.  If a statment is made about a particular procedure, and that it is usually done in completely secrecy, for security reasons... and that in this ONE case, public notice was given ahead of time for the sole reason of avoiding hurt feelings and misunderstandings, how would you interpret this?  Would you think it said "We went behind your back so we wouldn't hurt your feelings" ?  It doesn't say that to me... and frankly, I can't quite figure out HOW that meaning could be gleaned from the statement.  (If someone sees how it could be interpreted that way, please let me know... I want to avoid misunderstandings in just about every case, so knowing HOW something could be misconstrued would be very helpful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... suppose you were a member of an organization that had a clubhouse, and part of this clubhouse was open to the public for various sharings and frivolity, and the "inner" part of the clubhouse was locked and only members had a key.  Suppose you decided you didn't want to be there anymore.  It made you uncomfortable, you thought people in the organization were talking about you behind your back, whatever.  You stated publicly that you weren't going back.  Would you honestly be surprised if they changed the locks?  No one has told you you're not welcome in the public areas, a lot of people there still miss you... but really... why should you have keys to a locked area that you don't want to be in?  It boggles the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-114677260313206482?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/114677260313206482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=114677260313206482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114677260313206482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114677260313206482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-wonder-which-it-is.html' title='So, I wonder which it is?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-114675531030499844</id><published>2006-05-04T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:08:30.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate drama.</title><content type='html'>That's about it, I just hate drama.  It stresses me out.  I have a monster headache brewing.  People jumping to conclusions, placing blame and throwing hissy fits over things that didn't actually happen... exaggerations... SO much drama could be avoided if people paid attention to what is ACTUALLY done and said, instead of imagining what they think happened, and pretending they can read minds and know people's motivations without even bothering to ASK.  (When they really don't have to ask in the first place, because it's all been spelled out already!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DRAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-114675531030499844?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/114675531030499844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=114675531030499844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114675531030499844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114675531030499844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-drama.html' title='I hate drama.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-114539590934205729</id><published>2006-04-18T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:08:58.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever wish you could wave a magic wand...</title><content type='html'>... and fix everything in the lives of people you care about?  Too many of my friends lately are going through such utter crap lately.   All of it is due to other people being anything from stupidly insensitive, to complete and utter jerks.  Some of them... I don't know if they truly don't realize how much what they say hurts people, or if they truly are as cruel as they sound.  I have trouble believing that they are really that cruel... but on the other hand, I can't imagine that they're that stupid and/or clueless.  I'm still debating over seeing how hypocritical they are.... how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt; I would catch for naming names in my blog, when they do it over and over again, and it's supposed to be all peachy.  (And no, I'm not one of the names being named.  They're just attacking friends of mine.  Of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;are supposed to be friends of mine, too... hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, in my efforts to be available for them, I'm jumping way out of my comfort zone... which may be a good thing, I suppose.  Sometimes venting in text just doesn't cut it, and you really need to scream out loud, and hear another voice being comforting and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note... parodies of Trek conventions get lamer by the year.  *sigh*  I'm watching "That's So Raven", and she's dating a guy who loves "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astro Force&lt;/span&gt;"... there's a big con in town, and he wants to go, and she doesn't... BUT, she has a vision of him and this other girl "nuzzling", so she finds a way to sneak into the con to spy on them.  (Chelsea happens to be a dead ringer for "Princess Julianna"... who has twin buns in her hair, so I guess it's a parody of more than one show =P  Anyway, they dress her up, and that's how they get in.)  It turns out this nuzzling thing is just a greeting for whatever-the-heck aliens they're supposed to be.  (Ha!  Nuzzling at a Trek con.... they'd never come up with that :P )  The extreme geek factor they portray on these convention parodies is really scary.  It's amusing on one hand, and vaguely disturbing on the other.  Do people really think the cons are like that?  Or are they exaggerating to make the point?  I've been to a ton of Sci-Fi conventions, and they are assuredly geekfests... but they are not anywhere near as lame as they are portrayed on TV.  I mean, heck.... I'm the one who asked Robert Beltran if he wore boxers or briefs ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-114539590934205729?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/114539590934205729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=114539590934205729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114539590934205729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114539590934205729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-you-ever-wish-you-could-wave-magic.html' title='Did you ever wish you could wave a magic wand...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-114407410444127793</id><published>2006-04-03T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:10:57.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo, can I be petty and obnoxious, too?!?</title><content type='html'>I dunno, maybe it is just my paranoia... perhaps, if I posted a big long political and/or religious rant that didn't match the view of some of my more vocal friends, they would just ignore it and move on.  Perhaps.  It's possible that if I whined and moaned about mutual friends of people who read my blog, by name, in a very small community, that no one would bat an eyelash.   Somehow, however... I suspect that would not be the case.  I think that if I used my blog in the same manner as I have observed others recently, it would go over like a lead balloon.  Yet for some reason, these people expect to go blithely along with no repercussions.  Some days, it really boggles the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Yes, this means I may actually start posting semi-regularly again =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-114407410444127793?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/114407410444127793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=114407410444127793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114407410444127793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/114407410444127793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2006/04/oooo-can-i-be-petty-and-obnoxious-too.html' title='Oooo, can I be petty and obnoxious, too?!?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-110998108807996891</id><published>2005-03-04T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:04:48.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I've been neglecting this...</title><content type='html'>So... I did mention in an earlier post that I'm a horrible procrastinator, right?  I know, I am FAR overdue for an update on here.  All of you who have left comments... you are all wonderful, and I appreciate the comments very much :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if anyone's actually been keeping up with this, the question in everyone's mind is what happened next... and amazingly enough, he didn't fit the profile for counseling not working.  We stayed separated for a little while, but not very long.  We both went to some counseling, we did a LOT of talking, a lot of crying, and a huge, HUGE amount of praying.  He's home now, and things are SO much better, it's hard to believe.  It's not perfect, of course... nothing ever is.... but I'm not scared to talk to him anymore, not afraid to disagree or be upset with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all doing well, growing like weeds, of course.  The oldest is in kindergarten this year, and LOVES it... she loves being a big kid and riding the bus to school (I try not to think about it too much, so I don't panic!  lol)  The middle one is in preschool 5 days a week, and now the littlest one goes 3 days a week as well.  They are two peas in a pod... sometimes I think they might as well have been twins, for how they act.  Debra HATES it when Emily gets to go to school without her.  When they are together, they are never out of each other's sight.  They have a language all their own.  (Though they also both have amazing vocabularies in English, too!  Have you ever heard a 2 year old say "cookie catastrophe"?  It's somethin else, I tell ya...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you who have been wondering, I apologize for the lack of updates.  For those that were praying and sending your good thoughts our way, I greatly GREATLY appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hugs to everyone**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-110998108807996891?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/110998108807996891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=110998108807996891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/110998108807996891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/110998108807996891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-ive-been-neglecting-this.html' title='Wow, I&apos;ve been neglecting this...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108795654507014881</id><published>2004-06-22T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:44:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I so sure?</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep much last night.  Cried alot.  Still crying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss him!&lt;/strong&gt;  Am I crazy?  If the restraining order weren't in place, I would be on the phone begging him to come home.  Tomorrow I'm going to find out how to have the injunction amended to allow for communication.  It completely sucks that we can't even talk to each other.  Before I got the injunction, all I wanted was for him to be gone so I wouldn't feel scared....last night and this morning I bawled and bawled because I felt so guilty and missed him so much.  This afternoon, I'm scared for completely different reasons.  I've found out, rather "through the grapevine-ish" (since we're not allowed to pass messages through a 3rd party, either) that if it goes to the hearing date, he will have an attorney, who will be going for the jugular.  Now... on the one hand, he has no idea what *I'm* doing, because I can't tell him, so preparing for the worst might be his smartest option.  On the other hand, this might be his way of manipulating me into dropping the injunction (since with the certain people he told, he knew I would find out somehow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I love him, extremely much, and I didn't realize HOW much until he was gone (ain't that always the way?).  I mean, I knew I still loved him before, but the fear outweighed it.  I can't believe he would intentionally be trying to manipulate me into dropping it.  (I mean, I know he *wants* me to drop it, but I don't think he could be that calculated about it.)  My gut feeling is that he's just scared, too, and trying to protect himself.  So is this me just being stupid?  I mean, so many of the signs of abuse were there, there just wasn't any hitting...yet.  Every expert opinion says that it would get there eventually if something didn't happen to stop it.  So I DID stop it.... so now what?  I really want to believe that counseling can help, that we can both overcome this and go back to being a happy married couple (we were that, once upon a time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that counseling very seldom works with this kind of situation.  &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt; we'll be one of the exceptions.  Am I crazy and delusional to hope that?  I think I have to at LEAST try.  I mean, we made vows, he claims he loves me and wants to go to counseling and try to fix it as well... so we owe each other at least that, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed I'd be this conflicted about it.  I thought the injunction itself was the hard part. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108795654507014881?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108795654507014881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108795654507014881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108795654507014881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108795654507014881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/06/am-i-so-sure.html' title='Am I so sure?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108786892693084765</id><published>2004-06-21T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:48:46.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, the courthouse is fun... </title><content type='html'>Such a lovely way to spend the day.  /sigh&lt;br /&gt;Well... I got the restraining order.  Okay, technically it is a Temporary Injunction Against Domestic Violence.  The police served it to Brian after he got home from work tonight, totally blindsided him, he had to pack and get out in an hour.  So... the girls are in bed, the house is quiet, and I'm just sobbing.  &lt;br /&gt;I know that I did what I had to.  I keep telling myself that I did the right thing, but I'm not convinced yet.  My counselor told me that, even my brother told me that, I have to keep telling myself til I believe it.  I feel like total shit.  I feel ... guilty.. frustrated... sad... like I failed somehow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone else who has gone through this, and had the strength to leave and not go back... you have my utmost respect.  To those of you who watch the movies about domestic violence and wonder how the women could be so stupid (yep, that used to be me...)... you just have NO clue... no matter how much you tell yourself "I wouldn't let that happen to me"... you have no idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108786892693084765?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108786892693084765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108786892693084765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108786892693084765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108786892693084765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay-courthouse-is-fun.html' title='Yay, the courthouse is fun... '/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108775301468844237</id><published>2004-06-20T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T12:36:54.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow... </title><content type='html'>I get to spend most of the day at the courthouse.  This week will most likely be the week from hell.  Hopefully, once the week is over, things will be a lot better, for awhile at least.  I really wish Solly's phone wasn't disconnected, I miss having him to talk to. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108775301468844237?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108775301468844237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108775301468844237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108775301468844237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108775301468844237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow... '/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108679499505850952</id><published>2004-06-09T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:29:55.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not crazy... </title><content type='html'>Well, maybe.  At least about some things.  I had a long talk yesterday afternoon with a lady who has been through a lot, and also done a LOT of counseling of other women... she said that even though she had been told NO details about my situation, she could guess a lot of what was happening just because the pattern is almost exactly the same every single time.  About 90% of what she said was completely dead on.  Some of it was stuff that's been going on for years, and I never thought that it wasn't just normal... husbandly behaviour... &lt;br /&gt;So... the good thing is, I'm not imagining things, things are actually worse than what I thought... not that being worse is a good thing, but.... I thought I might be just blowing things out of proportion and that there wasn't anything really wrong.  (I didn't really &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; that, but I didn't have a lot of faith in what I was feeling.)  And maybe most importantly, I'm not alone (now, for those of you who have been being REALLY supportive, I am not discounting you AT ALL... especially April and Solly and Jack and Jeremy... you guys are awesome... but talking to someone who has been there is a really profound experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... if someone would just volunteer to watch the kids for half an hour so I can get a shower and stuff.... /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108679499505850952?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108679499505850952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108679499505850952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108679499505850952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108679499505850952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-not-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m not crazy... '/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108618394455814221</id><published>2004-06-02T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T08:45:44.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepl</title><content type='html'>Anyone have a cure for procrastination?  Some of it, I'm sure, is part of the way my particular brand of depression manifests itself.  Some of it is pure fear.  Either way, I need to get beyond it. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming up later today, we're gonna have lunch, and then Dad's gonna stay with the two little ones (they'll be sleeping so he doesn't have to do much... lol) while Mom and I take Hannah shopping for some clothes.  She is growing like a WEED!  Ever since her tonsillectomy last summer, she's just blossomed... it's amazing.  I expected it to help with her sleeping patterns (she had sleep apnea from her tonsils and adenoids being so enlarged).  I hope it would help with her behaviour (it has, somewhat).  I didn't expect it to affect her appetite!  But she's no longer so incredibly skinny, with all her ribs sticking out, and size 2T stuff still being big enough in the waist for her.  (She's 5)  Anyway, she went flying through size 6 without stopping to breathe, so I need to go see what the local consigment store has in 7 and 8... hopefully for not much money.  Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street is all about bananas today... (the kids and I are watching it while I type this.)  Makes me wanna stop by the grocery store on the way home and pick some up ::)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a ton of phone calls to make today, not to mention dishes and about 18 loads of laundry... /sigh.  (Do your household chores taunt you?  Mine do, it's hideous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108618394455814221?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108618394455814221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108618394455814221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108618394455814221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108618394455814221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/06/hepl.html' title='Hepl'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108601480805765501</id><published>2004-05-31T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:18:12.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XBox has its redeeming qualities...</title><content type='html'>B bought the "Home Music Mixer", which does all kinds of weird things with putting graphics with music, BUT.... it also does karaoke!  In FACT, not only does it come with about a dozen songs that you can use, complete with lyrics on the screen, you can put in a cd of your own, and it will strip the lead vocals for ya, so you can use anything you've got as karaoke!  It'll also record you with the background music.  (So look out, you're likely to be bombarded with recordings of moi! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still ticked that he went out and bought the darn thing with money that was for something else, without consulting anyone but himself, but I suppose that's life with a control freak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still at the inlaws' right now, but we're heading back after lunch, since I have rehearsal tonight.  I'm hoping I can get an appointment with my therapist either tomorrow or Wednesday and get him to look at the letter.  /sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we're about to take the munchkins in the pool, so I'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108601480805765501?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108601480805765501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108601480805765501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108601480805765501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108601480805765501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/xbox-has-its-redeeming-qualities.html' title='XBox has its redeeming qualities...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108585431287088497</id><published>2004-05-29T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:19:50.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN!!</title><content type='html'>So we've been waiting for our tax refund, and he's been saying the whole time that we're going to use it to pay off a bunch of credit card debt (GREAT idea, I'm all for it, yay!).  We get our refund, less than it was supposed to be, 'cause we didn't have Debra's ss# when we sent in the forms (we have it now, and can file an amended return, no big).... &lt;br /&gt;So today... (mind you, the refund hasn't even been deposited yet)... he goes out and spends $350 on an XBox with assorted accessories... of course, he bought me my "own" controller, and a couple of the used games he picked up are "For me" so I'm not supposed to complain about it.  ARGH!!!!  Don't get me wrong, I'm not against video games... shoot, I love video games, but GEEZ!  We already have every game system Sega ever made (no, I'm not kidding... yes, that includes the 32x and SegaCD and even the Nomad), and every Nintendo system with the exception of N64.  (including a GameBoy advance).  The reason he bought the XBox?  Dance Dance Revolution.  (Which means, of course, that he had to buy the dance pad thing, too).  Yeah, he bought 6 games, but the whole reason he got the system was for DDR.  Oh, and one of the games that's "for me"?  Tetris Worlds... which is cool... except it's a "bundle" game, came with Star Wars Clone Wars.... heh.. yeah, "for me".  /sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108585431287088497?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108585431287088497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108585431287088497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108585431287088497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108585431287088497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/men.html' title='MEN!!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108584325358586280</id><published>2004-05-29T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T10:07:33.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, the inlaws.........</title><content type='html'>Well, on the one hand, it's kinda nice to have some extra adults to help with rambunctious little kidlets.  On the other hand, I love my mother-in-law dearly, but she is nuts.  Papa, however, keeps a well stocked bar, so all is not lost =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the husband is off at the store with his mother, and they took the oldest kidlet with them... the tiny one is sleeping, and Emily is quite happily playing with Papa and his trains.  (You should SEE his setup... I'll try to post a picture of it later, it's amazing!)  So yay, I get a few minutes to BREATHE on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new meds say that "excessive caffeine may increase your risk of seizure", so I've been laying off the Diet Coke... which is giving me a headache... which I suppose is better than a seizure, but it's still no fun.  They also have a warning about drowsiness, and that alcohol may intensify the effect, but so far they don't seem to be making me drowsy, so I do believe I shall risk some cocktails later.  In fact, the doctor told me when she prescribed them that they would likely make me restless and keep me from sleeping, so she told me to take them in the daytime.  I haven't noticed much effect either way yet. /shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bloggin is almost as therapeutic as singing is....just as addictive, too =P&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we start rehearsing the dancing, though, and I am SO not looking forward to that part.  Can't I just hide in the wings and sing?  It's not like I have a speaking part or a named role or anything... I'm just the only one in the chorus that can hit the high notes... /giggle.  (Ego much?  Nah... even my email address has "diva" in it. /smirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether B is getting more controlling as the days go by, or if I'm just noticing it more, but either way it's strengthening my resolve about what needs to happen, so I guess that's a good thing, in a way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... they're due home any minute, so I'll be signing off for now ::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108584325358586280?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108584325358586280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108584325358586280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108584325358586280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108584325358586280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/ahhh-inlaws.html' title='Ahhh, the inlaws.........'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108576777523165638</id><published>2004-05-28T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:09:35.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>The kids are all driving me INSANE today.  Hannah is nothing but attitude, through and through, and she is driving me crazy.  Emily's just being... Emily.  She's adorable, but she's so LOUD.  AND my mother is over, to "help", which... she's a big help, but she also is exceddingly disappointed in me that I never "get anything done" on my own.  Yeah, she says she knows I have my hands full, she had three kids of her own... well, sorry, but the way she had hers spaced out, she has NO Idea what I go through on a daily basis.  Her closest two were 5 years apart, and THEY were 19 and 14 when I came along.  That's got nothin on having a 5 yr old with a 21 month old and a 9 month old.  (They're exactly 1 year and 1 week apart... twins the hard way... heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm supposed to be packing, because we're all heading to B's parents' house for the weekend, oh joy.... don't get me wrong, their house is awesome and I love them dearly, but this is more stress than I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably bitch more later. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108576777523165638?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108576777523165638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108576777523165638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108576777523165638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108576777523165638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108568830472165678</id><published>2004-05-27T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:05:04.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh, happy day... </title><content type='html'>And nevermind WHY, I'm just happy happy happy ::)&lt;br /&gt;God bless IM's.  /nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108568830472165678?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108568830472165678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108568830472165678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108568830472165678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108568830472165678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/ohh-happy-day.html' title='ohh, happy day... '/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108567832891844374</id><published>2004-05-27T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T12:18:48.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, finally!</title><content type='html'>Got my new prescription last night, today is my first day taking it... it's supposed to take a couple of weeks to notice an improvement, but I'm sooooo impatient... I hope there's an extra dose of confidence in 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my writing done yesterday, just have to show it to my therapist and see what he thinks of it before I pass it along to it's intended recipient.... and then hopefully all hell won't break loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep looking at my sweet little babies (yeah, at over-protective moments like this, even the 5 yr old is a baby) and I know that I'll do what I have to to protect them... some days that's all that keeps me going.  They're so small and defenseless... I'm the Momma, I have to do what I have to do.  Fortunately I have less violent means at my disposal than the famous Mother Bear.  (Doubly fortunate since it's violence we're trying to get away from.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... new meds, writing done, it's a good day... except that the littlest one just had a diaper blow-out that may require a complete hosing down... lol.  So, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108567832891844374?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108567832891844374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108567832891844374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108567832891844374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108567832891844374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/yay-finally.html' title='Yay, finally!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108558252994375474</id><published>2004-05-26T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:42:09.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So... </title><content type='html'>thanks to some nameless imagery, I'm feeling much better this morning... I'll leave that to everyone's imagination =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still struggling with "homework" from my therapist and attorney.  I have to write out something that's very difficult for me.  I'm still unsure of whether I'll go into more detail about this here or not.  I know it's what I have to do, I just wish I could fast forward past it.  I want it over with, but I don't know where to start.  I wish I could just run away and hide, and not have to deal with it, but life doesn't work that way.  Have you ever been scared of where you are, but even more scared to move?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108558252994375474?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108558252994375474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108558252994375474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108558252994375474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108558252994375474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/so.html' title='So... '/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108554185364349056</id><published>2004-05-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:24:13.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feh.  Doctors suck.</title><content type='html'>Two more calls to the doctor's office, and no call back, so still no prescription of happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;/grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108554185364349056?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108554185364349056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108554185364349056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108554185364349056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108554185364349056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/feh-doctors-suck.html' title='Feh.  Doctors suck.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108550505175164766</id><published>2004-05-25T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:10:51.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I'm very....... frustrated.... today.  Totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose anyone wants to buy me and my 3 kids plane tickets to Idaho?  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108550505175164766?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108550505175164766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108550505175164766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108550505175164766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108550505175164766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11103789670337211808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcbdkFootdE/SKt0s4BrzLI/AAAAAAAABTI/oBhrEw4flTg/S220/HeadShot2_200wide.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106621.post-108549323791466451</id><published>2004-05-25T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:53:57.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>look out world... </title><content type='html'>April made me, it's all her fault... so if I talk too much and you get bored, you can blame her... =P&lt;br /&gt;(*HUGS* you know a I love ya, girl!)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... now to decide just how much TMI to put in here... such as, my husband gave me a "wakeup call" this morning, if you know what I mean, but I kinda wish he didn't.  /sigh.  Ahh, well... the kids are being not quite as nuts as yesterday, and rehearsal for Brigadoon last night went absolutely GREAT, although they did measurements for costumes and that was... bleh... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call the doctor yet again today, and see if they actually answer their phone, and whether they've finally gotten authorization from the insurance company to get my prescription filled.  WHY does it work that way?  Hi, it's my doctor that went to medical school, SHE should know what medicine I need more than some pencil pusher with a degree in management or some crap like that.  It's so stupid.  So now I've been waiting a week and a half to get this stuff, and had to cancel my followup appointment because I'm not actually ON the medication yet.  Oy!&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who are insanely curious, it's a prescription for an antidepressant, and I'm also seeing a therapist, and I may or may not go into more detail about that later.... not sure who all is going to know about this blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106621-108549323791466451?l=calalene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/feeds/108549323791466451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106621&amp;postID=108549323791466451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108549323791466451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106621/posts/default/108549323791466451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calalene.blogspot.com/2004/05/look-out-world.html' title='look out world... 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