<?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-7393794908200978325</id><updated>2012-02-13T17:56:02.076-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='diet'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='bio'/><category term='craft'/><category term='food'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='give a way'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='Son'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='lotion'/><category term='art journal'/><category term='award'/><category term='custody'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='work'/><category term='WHC'/><title type='text'>Diary of a Wicked Step Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7000207819216269374</id><published>2012-02-12T09:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:40:30.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>Last night was the awards ceremony for NHFD. Hubby took me and son took his sister (not his decision).&amp;nbsp; It was semi-formal so I had to do some shopping for the kids.&amp;nbsp; Son needed a shirt and tie and youngest needed an entire out fit.&amp;nbsp; She's in a phase where she absolutely refuses to wear a dress. She so doesn't want to look like a girl.&amp;nbsp; I was a tomboy too but I never remember not wanting to look like a girl.&amp;nbsp; Any way, she ended up with a great pair of black pants, a muted purple sweater and heels.&amp;nbsp; She picked out the shoes.&amp;nbsp; With her height and a waist the size of my wrist she looked fantastic.&amp;nbsp; My leather blazer completed the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;And the dress I shopped for in my closet fit.&amp;nbsp; It's been a long time since it zipped.&amp;nbsp; Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a cocktail hour, dinner, awards and dancing.&amp;nbsp; The DJ really got people involved.&amp;nbsp; Youngest hit it off with a few of the girls and she was on the dance floor having a great time.&amp;nbsp; My VERY serious son was dragged on the floor by one of the mom's and being to polite to say no went.&amp;nbsp; He actually started to loosen up a bit and joined the rest of the cadets on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music wasn't too loud and hubby and I spent a lot of time on the dance floor ourselves.&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun evening.&amp;nbsp; The best fire department dinner I've been to.&amp;nbsp; There were a lot of laughs and some joking but no one getting stupid.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to more of these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67XV624ZGwM/TzfO0Ji1PbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9AYASVOv8NM/s1600/NHFD+2-11-12+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67XV624ZGwM/TzfO0Ji1PbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9AYASVOv8NM/s320/NHFD+2-11-12+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm wearing 4 inch heels in this picture.&amp;nbsp; The beads were part of a game we played at dinner.&amp;nbsp; I managed to win a few extra strands.&amp;nbsp; And son's tie didn't make it until dinner. :(&amp;nbsp; He's still handsome though - just like his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7000207819216269374?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7000207819216269374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7000207819216269374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7000207819216269374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7000207819216269374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67XV624ZGwM/TzfO0Ji1PbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9AYASVOv8NM/s72-c/NHFD+2-11-12+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1667634419626870532</id><published>2012-02-06T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T07:05:26.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising teenagers</title><content type='html'>is like nailing jell-o to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sign my MIL gave me a few years ago and that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a big blow up a week ago with son things seem to be on an even keel there.&amp;nbsp; Hubby says we're like two alpha males butting heads.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, well I'm the big dog.&amp;nbsp; Once we discussed that my yelling at him was just as disrespectful as his eye roll, whatevers and mumbling under his breath we were able to settle things.&amp;nbsp; He was in tears, hubby was in tears all because I was trying to calmly get the kids to discuss how they were handling Sunday morning dishes.&amp;nbsp; I think at this stage of the game the kids should be discussing their issues and not involving me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week youngest overheard me answering questions from her cousin.&amp;nbsp; Oldest had posted that she was moving.&amp;nbsp; She also had posted that she was praying for her mom.&amp;nbsp; Cousin asked if bio was sick.&amp;nbsp; I said no, she was fighting with her husband, LHNB.&amp;nbsp; Youngest not getting the full story posted a note saying I was a liar and didn't want her to be friends with bio.&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath.&amp;nbsp; I think I handled it well.&amp;nbsp; I quietly said I heard a rumor that she thought I was a liar.&amp;nbsp; Eyes got big.&amp;nbsp; We talked about it.&amp;nbsp; I showed her the posts her sister made.&amp;nbsp; I explained that I did not say bio and LHNB were breaking up I just said they had a fight.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she remembered how oldest reacted when people were fighting.&amp;nbsp; She gets really emotional.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Have I ever lied to you?&amp;nbsp; No&lt;br /&gt;Do I get myself in more trouble because I tell the truth? yes&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it make more sense to ask me what I meant?&amp;nbsp; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a calm fell on the house again for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went hiking at White Memorial.&amp;nbsp; Even son joined us as he could still walk after PT.&amp;nbsp; What a great family time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1667634419626870532?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1667634419626870532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1667634419626870532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1667634419626870532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1667634419626870532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/02/raising-teenagers.html' title='Raising teenagers'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4350447409900767475</id><published>2012-01-30T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:41:05.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Find Annie</title><content type='html'>My good friend Annie Kelleher will be hosting a &lt;a href="http://howdavidmetsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-to-find-me-next.html"&gt;book signing&lt;/a&gt; on February 11 for her amazing book &lt;em&gt;How David Met Sarah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;at &lt;a href="http://artistspath.homestead.com/"&gt;The Artists' Path Gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She's also sharing some love with it being so close to Valentine's Day and is giving away a basket with my products and some cool stuff made my friend &lt;a href="http://whatrosemadetoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rose&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Check it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4350447409900767475?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4350447409900767475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4350447409900767475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4350447409900767475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4350447409900767475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-to-find-annie.html' title='Where to Find Annie'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2185131018442173577</id><published>2012-01-29T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:18:37.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>My son has started spending his Saturday mornings with the marine recruiter and other young men doing PT (physical training).&amp;nbsp; Yesterday he worked them so hard son came home soar and barely able to walk.&amp;nbsp; He started to grab the phone to call out of work sick for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait right there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You're doing what?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I might not be able to move tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I calmly explained that if he called out of work then that was the last PT session he would be going to.&amp;nbsp; You play, you pay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He huffed off to complain to his his father.&amp;nbsp; Hubby asked him what he would do during basic if he felt like that.&amp;nbsp; I'd have to work through it.&amp;nbsp; And that is exactly what you need to do now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&amp;nbsp; Son's slowly learning - responsibility sure can suck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2185131018442173577?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2185131018442173577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2185131018442173577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2185131018442173577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2185131018442173577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7714657327944274751</id><published>2012-01-27T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:00:35.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>Back in the day - a long time ago - the doctor recommended the South Beach diet to me.&amp;nbsp; I checked books out of the library and liked the concept.&amp;nbsp; You eliminate all the "bad" carbs and many of the "good" from your diet for a period of time (usually 2 weeks) and then you slowly add good carbs back into your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I put the books down and went back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a kick to feel my best - mind, body and soul.&amp;nbsp; The chiropractor and massage therapist along with the exercises recommended worked out all the locked up joints.&amp;nbsp; The exercises became part of my daily routine and then I finally got my fat arse walking again.&amp;nbsp; I love to walk and am not sure why I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still felt bloated - yukky.&amp;nbsp; Not bad but not good.&amp;nbsp; So, I looked at my diet.&amp;nbsp; I eat pretty healthy food but in abundance.&amp;nbsp; And I eat mostly whole grains and very little white stuff but.....&amp;nbsp; I tried the south beach diet minus the artificial sweetener (don't get me on that soap box).&amp;nbsp; Within days I felt so much better.&amp;nbsp; My energy started to creep back. I didn't tell the family I just changed every one's nightly meal.&amp;nbsp; Hubby picked up on it after a week.&amp;nbsp; The kids still haven't said anything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of meat, vegetable and potato or grain we have meat (lean protein) and two vegetables (or more)&amp;nbsp; with no starchy vegetables in the mix.&amp;nbsp; When it was time to start adding food back the one piece of whole wheat bread seemed to bother my system.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm still gluten free.&amp;nbsp; I am eating small amounts of brown rice and quinoa but think I'll take a little longer before trying bread again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim by this time I should be past craving the carbs.&amp;nbsp; And for the most part I am.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even miss the potato but bread......&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think about how good I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7714657327944274751?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7714657327944274751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7714657327944274751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7714657327944274751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7714657327944274751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-5457241762944379850</id><published>2012-01-27T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:47:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed an ingredient</title><content type='html'>Kombu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a piece of kombu (kelp) soaked it in a coffee cup of hot water until it softened.&amp;nbsp; I added the water to the pot.&amp;nbsp; I chopped the kombu up and added that as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-5457241762944379850?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5457241762944379850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=5457241762944379850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5457241762944379850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5457241762944379850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/missed-ingredient.html' title='Missed an ingredient'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3127922180752395845</id><published>2012-01-22T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:33:56.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>My soup experiment</title><content type='html'>Chicken, Wild Mushroom and Lentil Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 red onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;Handful celery stalks with leaves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;Red pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;8 oz. Oyster mushrooms, chopped&lt;br /&gt;8 oz. Shitake mushrooms, chopped&lt;br /&gt;Fresh thyme&lt;br /&gt;Cracked pepper&lt;br /&gt;6 chicken thighs, cubed&lt;br /&gt;12 Cups Water&lt;br /&gt;Chicken base, big spoonful&lt;br /&gt;2 cups lentils&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;1 astragalus root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swirl olive oil in a large pot over medium high heat. Add onions, celery, pepper, mushrooms, thyme and pepper. Cook until vegetables start to soften. Add chicken. When chicken starts to brown add water, chicken base lentils, bay leaf, and astragalus. Bring to a boil and then to turn down to a simmer. Simmer until lentils are cooked through and flavors marry 1 to 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must say it came out great.&amp;nbsp; My girlfriend loved it and I liked it enough to capture it on paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3127922180752395845?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3127922180752395845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3127922180752395845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3127922180752395845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3127922180752395845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-soup-experiment.html' title='My soup experiment'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3839435480631191338</id><published>2012-01-21T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:15:42.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap</title><content type='html'>My family potluck was changed to next week end due to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow - nature's ice bath.&amp;nbsp; I made twp batches of soap.&amp;nbsp; It goes so much faster when you can plunk the lye mixture in the snow to cool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Almost all the bars I dropped off at &lt;a href="http://www.holisticgardenct.com/"&gt;Holistic Garden&lt;/a&gt; is sold along with my lip balm.&amp;nbsp; I have some ready to bring along with the rest of my products but, I need to keep the soap making up since it takes four weeks before it is ready for use.&amp;nbsp; Today's scents lemongrass and tangerine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a batch of face &amp;amp; body cream.&amp;nbsp; It's been selling like hot cakes lately.&amp;nbsp; Plus I'm using a lot more now that dry winter air is upon us.&amp;nbsp; I've discovered that organic avocado oil works even better than sweet almond oil.&amp;nbsp; It gives it a pretty yellow green color too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was concocting my potions I made a list of all the supplies I need.&amp;nbsp; Order is made and sent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3839435480631191338?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3839435480631191338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3839435480631191338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3839435480631191338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3839435480631191338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/soap.html' title='Soap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8639687470836450552</id><published>2012-01-20T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:00:42.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was oldest's 19th birthday.&amp;nbsp; Her first birthday celebration in AZ with bio.&amp;nbsp; She asked us for t-shirts ( a follow up on pants and socks for Christmas).&amp;nbsp; She did e-mail me back to say she received our package and that she was waiting until her birthday to open it.&amp;nbsp; I may never know if the clothes fit or she likes them.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure they will fit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago on her 18th birthday she ran away.&amp;nbsp; Well, she planned on running away.&amp;nbsp; We found out months before and tried to prepare.&amp;nbsp; We tried to help her pack and we gave her a going away party.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know then what a black cloud she was on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I miss her.&amp;nbsp; I miss the girl she was before bio convinced her to move.&amp;nbsp; From that moment on she made every one's life miserable.&amp;nbsp; I know it was her way of separating so she could leave with a clean conscience.&amp;nbsp; That doesn't make living with her any easier.&amp;nbsp; She turned into bio - sneaky, lying and manipulative. And she was rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the worst was that she took all the toxic verbiage from bio and tried to force her siblings to comply.&amp;nbsp; She forced them into a code of silence.&amp;nbsp; She yelled at them for bio for not behaving the way bio wanted.&amp;nbsp; Within a week of her leaving the other two kids fell into a peace I have never seen before.&amp;nbsp; Youngest turned to me one day and said, "I'm glad oldest is gone.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to lie or keep secrets anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she stays away because I am evil.&amp;nbsp; I'm not just a wicked step mom but the worst woman on the face of the planet.&amp;nbsp; A child never fell from my womb so I have no idea how to raise a child.&amp;nbsp; And I can live with that.&amp;nbsp; I would much rather be the scapegoat in the whole situation than hubby.&amp;nbsp; And it appears she is still very much daddy's little girl.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find funny about families is their different perceptions.&amp;nbsp; My brother and I are 20 months apart.&amp;nbsp; We were very close growing up and did many things together.&amp;nbsp; Yet, when I hear his stories I have no idea where they came from.&amp;nbsp; Oldest, like bio see son and youngest as this image of who they want them to be and not for who they really are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest is a tomboy.&amp;nbsp; She loves the color black and any dark colors.&amp;nbsp; She wants to be an auto mechanic or car designer.&amp;nbsp; She hates anything "girlie."&amp;nbsp; She has no desire to spend any time on her hair.&amp;nbsp; She loves the short cut that she only has to wash.&amp;nbsp; And even though oldest lived with her she doesn't see that.&amp;nbsp; Even though bio has received pictures and youngest has told her time and time again what her interests are both bio and oldest see her as a long haired 6 y/o in a pink dress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love them the best that I can while they are here.&amp;nbsp; I listen as best as I can.&amp;nbsp; I support them in their growth and interests.&amp;nbsp; I give them the tools to be independent adults.&amp;nbsp; What they do with that I have no control over.&amp;nbsp; I can sleep at night knowing that I have done the best I know how to do.&amp;nbsp; And if they resent me for being a parent and not a friend that really is not my problem but theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oldest, I hope you had a very happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoyed the many presents your sister and I picked out. I hope bio made you your favorite meal and the dessert of your choice.&amp;nbsp; And I hope you become yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8639687470836450552?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8639687470836450552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8639687470836450552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8639687470836450552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8639687470836450552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7504603049418552315</id><published>2012-01-15T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:25:30.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Healthy</title><content type='html'>I finally woke up and decided that I'm tired of feeling blah!&amp;nbsp; So over the past few months I've been making small changes to get back on track to being the healthiest I can.&amp;nbsp; So, what have I learned so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps are still forward steps.&amp;nbsp; It's not how fast you propel yourself forward just that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good - feels good.&amp;nbsp; Seems kind of obvious but I get in to a rut and stop doing things that make me feel good.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I'm in that downward spiral - I feel to bad to do something that feels good and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much good food is still too much.&amp;nbsp; Portions, portions, portions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I really have more time in my schedule than I claim to have.&amp;nbsp; I just need to add things to my to do list and the next thing I know they fit in my schedule.&amp;nbsp; I'm one of those crazy list makers that needs to check things off as I go.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel better.&amp;nbsp; So do colorful charts and cute stickers.&amp;nbsp; My inner six year old is showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to surround myself with like minded individuals.&amp;nbsp; I need active, health conscious people in my life.&amp;nbsp; We motivate each other.&amp;nbsp; Switching balance groups because of HIM was a gift.&amp;nbsp; The other group is active - walking the walk and talking the talk.&amp;nbsp; It makes me want to do better.&amp;nbsp; There are a few runners in the group.&amp;nbsp; I've never run before.&amp;nbsp; But, some of the races have a walking component.&amp;nbsp; It's a start.&amp;nbsp; And my goal - to have my family start the New Year at the Chilly Chili Race.&amp;nbsp; A 5K.&amp;nbsp; Four men in their nineties ran it this year.&amp;nbsp; What's my excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article Friday about a women who ran the Hawaii marathon at age 92.&amp;nbsp; The oldest woman to run a marathon.&amp;nbsp; At age 84 she was watching the race and said, "I want to do that."&amp;nbsp; She went on to do that four times.&amp;nbsp; She walks 50 miles a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article in Newsweek over vacation.&amp;nbsp; A man learned to read and write when he was in his early nineties.&amp;nbsp; Now he has his first published book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy does not mean losing weight.&amp;nbsp; Weight loss may come with getting healthy but that is not the goal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading more and playing on the computer less&lt;br /&gt;signed up for "school"&lt;br /&gt;changed tampons &lt;br /&gt;started walking again&lt;br /&gt;went to the chiropractor and followed his advice&lt;br /&gt;started my food journal - again &lt;br /&gt;started penciling in dates with friends more frequently&lt;br /&gt;keep a dream journal&lt;br /&gt;less coffee and more tea&lt;br /&gt;added stretches to my daily routine&lt;br /&gt;let go of.........&lt;br /&gt;pray for bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole host of other little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, my energy is coming back.&amp;nbsp; Ah, what a lively journey this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7504603049418552315?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7504603049418552315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7504603049418552315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7504603049418552315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7504603049418552315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-healthy.html' title='Getting Healthy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3649421263962286226</id><published>2012-01-13T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:10:44.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Paradise &amp; tales from AZ (3 notes)</title><content type='html'>Bio signed up for a second facebook account.&amp;nbsp; She's using my hubby's last name for this one.&amp;nbsp; {I find that really irritating.}&amp;nbsp; She claims it's because her class reunion is coming up (in 2014) and she wants to make sure her classmates can find her.&amp;nbsp; But, truth be told - and she does sorta mention it when pushed - she doesn't have enough friends playing games on FB to advance her castles and what have you enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll confess I did play A game on FB for a while.&amp;nbsp; I needed a stress reliever and my daughter asked if I would play with her.&amp;nbsp; She soon lost interest and I kept playing for a while.&amp;nbsp; I have since blown up my game and have not joined in any others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio plays lots and lots of games.&amp;nbsp; Enough that son said it was a bazillion.&amp;nbsp; Youngest was playing with her for a while.&amp;nbsp; It was a connection to bio.&amp;nbsp; But, as no conversation occurs between the two of them that novelty soon fizzled and her games go abandoned.&amp;nbsp; It took youngest about two weeks to get bored.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game playing makes Leroyhesnotblack (LHNB)&amp;nbsp;very unhappy.&amp;nbsp; He has lost his wife to FB games.&amp;nbsp;And to show his dissatisfaction he unfriended bio.&amp;nbsp;Ah, poor dumb sap.&amp;nbsp; Hubby complained years ago that she was on the computer too much.&amp;nbsp; Source of many arguments.&amp;nbsp; Son at age 6 tried to cut the phone lines so bio would stop playing on the computer and pay attention to him.&amp;nbsp; And the complaints go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio is convinced that LHNB is a big meannie.&amp;nbsp; She has oldest believing the same.&amp;nbsp; Because bio has been unlucky in love - she has bad mouthed the entire male species and convinced oldest that all men are awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest's boyfriend went from being complicated to broken up.&amp;nbsp; Hmm!&amp;nbsp; Go figure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this tale because at one time I would have found it funny; &amp;nbsp;in a sick sense of the word.&amp;nbsp; But, now I just feel bad that my daughter is wrapped up in this middle school drama with a couple close to 50 y/o and really is the adult in the whole situation.&amp;nbsp; Oldest has a big heart especially where bio is concerned and she feels the need to care for bio.&amp;nbsp; So prayers for the whole bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&amp;nbsp; Oldest turns 19 next week.&amp;nbsp; She had asked for jeans and socks for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; And now she's asking for t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; So, the other night I headed to the store with youngest - coupons in hand.&amp;nbsp; We find six cool t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; A range of colors and sleeve lengths.&amp;nbsp; They were on sale or clearance.&amp;nbsp; The clerk gave me the Tuesday discount for bringing my own bag.&amp;nbsp; It brought my total a few cents below my cash rewards card.&amp;nbsp; I handed over my coupon - she handed me the shirts.&amp;nbsp; She also asked for a CD.&amp;nbsp; It was one hubby bought me on vacation.&amp;nbsp; I made a quick copy of that and printed out a label.&amp;nbsp; I wrapped it up with a card and for the price of shipping she has a lot of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next note:&amp;nbsp; When our oldest son (OS)&amp;nbsp; graduated from high school I made him a cookbook of favorite family recipes.&amp;nbsp; I also included family addresses and a letter from me.&amp;nbsp; The other night he called hubby just to talk.&amp;nbsp; He didn't want anything.&amp;nbsp; Awesome!&amp;nbsp; In the midst of the conversation he told hubby he was making my cheesy beef pie and changing the ingredients up a bit. Wohoo!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My cooking lessons have been rewarded.&amp;nbsp; It felt soooooo good to hear that.&amp;nbsp; You go OS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3649421263962286226?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3649421263962286226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3649421263962286226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3649421263962286226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3649421263962286226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/trouble-in-paradise-tales-from-az-3.html' title='Trouble in Paradise &amp; tales from AZ (3 notes)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-316035035041641016</id><published>2012-01-07T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:26:09.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How David Met Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOU7j9E4Vo/TwjGZOEmuzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CvQMx8oHWYo/s1600/HDMS_Final_cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOU7j9E4Vo/TwjGZOEmuzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CvQMx8oHWYo/s1600/HDMS_Final_cover.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend Annie Kelleher wrote &lt;em&gt;How David Met Sarah&lt;/em&gt; for her brother.&amp;nbsp; It's an amazing book.&amp;nbsp; You could earn a free copy.&amp;nbsp; Check out her &lt;a href="http://howdavidmetsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/will-you-help-us-heres-how.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and find out how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-316035035041641016?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/316035035041641016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=316035035041641016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/316035035041641016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/316035035041641016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-david-met-sarah.html' title='How David Met Sarah'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOU7j9E4Vo/TwjGZOEmuzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CvQMx8oHWYo/s72-c/HDMS_Final_cover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4460915780485975585</id><published>2012-01-06T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:08:47.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Last night son had his driver's test.&amp;nbsp; He was able to test on November first (after waiting the 120 days from passing his written permit test) but hubby dragged his feet on calling for an appointment.&amp;nbsp; I stepped out of this obligation.&amp;nbsp; He did great!&amp;nbsp; The guy giving the test even made a note of how great he did.&amp;nbsp; Wohoo!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure who is more excited me or son.&amp;nbsp; He has a car thanks to oldest and after a call to the insurance agent this morning we will not have to drive him to work any more.&amp;nbsp; Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people who are reluctant to let their children drive.&amp;nbsp; And when they do get their license they only let them drive short distances - like the end of the driveway.&amp;nbsp; I am following in my parents footsteps on this one.&amp;nbsp; He will not be driving my car or hubby's truck.&amp;nbsp; He needed his own.&amp;nbsp; Oldest needed her own.&amp;nbsp; And they pay for the insurance.&amp;nbsp; But, they will never learn how to drive or find places if you don't let them go it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will never be sitting in a car reading my kindle in my pj's in front of the Log House Resturant again - unless youngest gets a job there.&amp;nbsp; But, that is a few years away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4460915780485975585?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4460915780485975585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4460915780485975585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4460915780485975585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4460915780485975585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8487013730002668403</id><published>2012-01-02T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:41:36.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Changing it Up</title><content type='html'>We learned early on in our marriage that if the kids told bio where we were going she would bad mouth it so much the kids didn't want to go.&amp;nbsp; So, vacations have been a big secret. They are given a packing list and the dates.&amp;nbsp; This drives son absolutely crazy.&amp;nbsp; He really NEEDS to know what to expect.&amp;nbsp; He needs a routine, a plan - something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year after our trip to the mountains in Virginia son expressed an interest in doing something similar North - maybe Vermont he said.&amp;nbsp; I took that to mean he liked the mountains and hiking.&amp;nbsp; And wherever we go he wants their to be an Army Navy store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year as I sat down with the calender to plan vacation around my advanced herbal training I discovered two spots available through our time share in Northern Maine.&amp;nbsp; And, I pulled out the map and showed son and youngest and asked what they thought.&amp;nbsp; Jackman or Island Falls.&amp;nbsp; Son thought Jackman sounded like it would have an Army Navy store. Youngest thought Island Falls sounded like it would have beautiful waterfalls.&amp;nbsp; As this will probably be son's last vacation with us I started with his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be a senior next year.&amp;nbsp; He turns 18 next December and if his plans go the way he has mapped them out he will be leaving for Marine boot camp as soon as he graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His choice had one bedroom and a pullout couch in the living room.&amp;nbsp; Island Falls had three bedrooms.&amp;nbsp; Island Falls it is.&amp;nbsp; It is 8 hours from here - a good 4 hours North of Portland.&amp;nbsp; It's in between Baxter State Park and New Brunswick, Canada.&amp;nbsp; Now the planning begins. And the calm son imparted in knowing made my decision to include them right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest was really hoping for North Carolina though when you ask her what is there she just shrugs.&amp;nbsp; When I explained it was son's last vacation with us and that we could look into her choices in the years to follow she was satisfied.&amp;nbsp; She will have at&amp;nbsp;least three vacations with us after this year.&amp;nbsp; Though I suspect she may have many more than that.&amp;nbsp; We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8487013730002668403?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8487013730002668403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8487013730002668403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8487013730002668403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8487013730002668403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/changing-it-up.html' title='Changing it Up'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7482104544568873371</id><published>2012-01-01T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:54:55.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>Linear time has flipped a page from 2011 to 2012.&amp;nbsp; I feel so out of sinc with linear time.&amp;nbsp; Many see this day as a time to wipe the slate clean and make resolutions to improve themselves in some way.&amp;nbsp; I have long since stopped making New Year's resolutions.&amp;nbsp; And I feel we can never wipe the slate clean, but I have learned /am learning to make peace with my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a continuous journey to improve.&amp;nbsp; But, as I see improvement it is for each of us to lead our authentic life.&amp;nbsp; To be in touch with who we really are and live in that truth.&amp;nbsp; So often we don hats that do not fit us.&amp;nbsp; I know I tried on the ones that would please my parents, my friends, my boyfriends.&amp;nbsp; They would be to tight or big or just plain uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; It is when I had the courage to step out in the hat I&amp;nbsp;chose for myself that life just felt right.&amp;nbsp; And as I grow and learn my hat changes with me.&amp;nbsp; It has a new stitch there and slight embellishment here.&amp;nbsp; I see something new emerging in the weeks and months ahead.&amp;nbsp; Ah, what will it look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen many roles in life - wife, mother, student, employee.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes my hat doesn't always fit those roles perfectly.&amp;nbsp; I need to integrate my choices with my authentic self.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes my authentic self needs to temper her tongue with kindness. And I have been making an effort to surround myself with people who support my authentic self, encourage and challenge it.&amp;nbsp; I have made an effort to let go of those things and people that do not nourish me in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 a black cloud left.&amp;nbsp; Stress seeped from every pore.&amp;nbsp; I became calmer.&amp;nbsp; I was able to concentrate on my health (physically, mentally and spiritually).&amp;nbsp; I made changes.&amp;nbsp; Some were subtle shifts.&amp;nbsp; Some spanned great chasms.&amp;nbsp; I'm in a better place than I was a year ago.&amp;nbsp; I have many miles to go before I sleep.&amp;nbsp; And I look forward to the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7482104544568873371?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7482104544568873371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7482104544568873371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7482104544568873371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7482104544568873371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4340028670526917357</id><published>2012-01-01T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:27:52.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a Whimsy</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend Rose's blog - What I made today and enter to win one of her beautiful creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatrosemadetoday.blogspot.com/2011/12/win-happy-2012-whimsy.html"&gt;http://whatrosemadetoday.blogspot.com/2011/12/win-happy-2012-whimsy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4340028670526917357?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4340028670526917357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4340028670526917357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4340028670526917357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4340028670526917357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2012/01/win-whimsy.html' title='Win a Whimsy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4538325099207482686</id><published>2011-12-31T06:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:00:12.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation and Chillin with the kids</title><content type='html'>We've been on vacation this week.&amp;nbsp; Chillaxin as my daughter would call it. Christmas day we opened presents, had a nice breakfast, hung out and had a great dinner.&amp;nbsp; We checked via phone with a few and had a quiet day. Aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed up to Vermont for a few days - a change of scenery.&amp;nbsp; We had dinner with hubby's brother and his family.&amp;nbsp; Stopped at the Vermont Country Store. The next day we checked out the Church Street market place and took a drive through the islands on Lake Champlain.&amp;nbsp; Heading home we took a tour of the Vermont Teddy Bear factory.&amp;nbsp; And the hay bale sculptures on the drive up were so cool I had to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xiuH_cn7io/Tv73CQRgAYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/acv6qEGxb6Q/s1600/Vermont+12-2011+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xiuH_cn7io/Tv73CQRgAYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/acv6qEGxb6Q/s320/Vermont+12-2011+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFx3eSpXR4Y/Tv73KQonQVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/33sRvEX9v7s/s1600/Vermont+12-2011+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFx3eSpXR4Y/Tv73KQonQVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/33sRvEX9v7s/s320/Vermont+12-2011+037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymLgRAeXvtU/Tv73RQvU8yI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rC1xbdkFBC4/s1600/Vermont+12-2011+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymLgRAeXvtU/Tv73RQvU8yI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rC1xbdkFBC4/s320/Vermont+12-2011+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFO0uPIKuT4/Tv73Ys3bT8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/I3NvBpOQppI/s1600/Vermont+12-2011+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFO0uPIKuT4/Tv73Ys3bT8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/I3NvBpOQppI/s320/Vermont+12-2011+039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since then it's been oil changes, chiropractor appointments, cleaning and grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; The Christmas decorations are all put away.&amp;nbsp; We decided to leave the furniture we moved out of the living room out.&amp;nbsp; It looks so much more open.&amp;nbsp; I've been cooking in my new apron and splurged on a few items at the kitchen store with my Christmas money.&amp;nbsp; Hubby made a dump run and a box of items for the tag sale room went with him.&amp;nbsp; I'm really trying to bring something in only if something else is going out.&amp;nbsp; Hubby cleaned his man cave and now I really need to work on my office/pantry/craft room.&amp;nbsp; Although I look around and it's really not as bad as I claim it is.&amp;nbsp; It's been fun to just putter around the house.&amp;nbsp; We've been reading, napping and playing games.&amp;nbsp; I have a few needlepoint projects I want to start.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHMPFjEmhhk/Tv75DR58M5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/u7cQIEEDbfk/s1600/Christmas+2011+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHMPFjEmhhk/Tv75DR58M5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/u7cQIEEDbfk/s320/Christmas+2011+014.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tonight we celebrate the New Year with the kids.&amp;nbsp; It's been our tradition to not eat supper but have an appetizer party.&amp;nbsp; Everyone plans the menu and I cook.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy and so are they.&amp;nbsp; It also helps me stay awake that long.&amp;nbsp; We have friends coming over with their kids as well.&amp;nbsp; I see a night of food, wii and laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;steamed clams and mussels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;shrimp cocktail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;peperoni bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;anti pasta bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;veggie platter and dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mini veggie quiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;meatballs with chipotle sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;buffalo wing dip &amp;amp; chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;buffalo wing won tons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pig in a blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow we head to my brothers to celebrate the holidays.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see my niece and nephew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4538325099207482686?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4538325099207482686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4538325099207482686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4538325099207482686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4538325099207482686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-and-chillin-with-kids.html' title='Vacation and Chillin with the kids'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xiuH_cn7io/Tv73CQRgAYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/acv6qEGxb6Q/s72-c/Vermont+12-2011+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-194423802039934978</id><published>2011-12-23T06:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:55:02.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night a friend hosted a potluck Yule dinner.&amp;nbsp; She made a ham.&amp;nbsp; One girl made a pork tenderloin.&amp;nbsp; One made mashed potatoes and I made a potato and leek gratin and green beans with cranberries.&amp;nbsp; The food was yummy.&amp;nbsp; The company was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYAp-VKHNeE/TvRrGqgZzHI/AAAAAAAAANc/XHnDaESdQ-c/s1600/Yule+2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYAp-VKHNeE/TvRrGqgZzHI/AAAAAAAAANc/XHnDaESdQ-c/s320/Yule+2011+001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our host made each of us a wine glass with our name, crystals and our favorite color painted on the bottom. I had picked yellow - how fitting for the return of the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G2fsUJav70/TvRrioSmQPI/AAAAAAAAANo/n53fZMenOKM/s1600/Yule+2011+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G2fsUJav70/TvRrioSmQPI/AAAAAAAAANo/n53fZMenOKM/s320/Yule+2011+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her husband bought us each a wine pourer in the shape of a stag.&amp;nbsp; The picture doesn't really do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we played quelth.&amp;nbsp; It's a board game where you must do silly things according to the cards as you go around.&amp;nbsp; Sort of an adult candy land.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you dive deep into your own darkness and emerge as the sun shines brighter each day - refreshed, renewed and blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-194423802039934978?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/194423802039934978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=194423802039934978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/194423802039934978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/194423802039934978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/yule-dinner.html' title='Yule Dinner'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYAp-VKHNeE/TvRrGqgZzHI/AAAAAAAAANc/XHnDaESdQ-c/s72-c/Yule+2011+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-996595357359470325</id><published>2011-12-19T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:06:51.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part way through my menus</title><content type='html'>Dinner with MIL and FIL was nice.&amp;nbsp; Dinner went well and we played dominoes with the kids afterwards and just visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made soup from the ham bone in the crock pot for dinner.&amp;nbsp; Mini quiches were baked and brought to temple.&amp;nbsp; The questions what are you birthing? and what is dying? were held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend comes for lunch.&amp;nbsp; It has been far too long since our last visit.&amp;nbsp; I need to get a few in before her spring semester starts and we are absent until summer.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking wild mushroom risotto.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully the last of my cookies baked this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-996595357359470325?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/996595357359470325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=996595357359470325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/996595357359470325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/996595357359470325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/part-way-through-my-menus.html' title='Part way through my menus'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1578624734977849737</id><published>2011-12-16T07:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:21:19.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menus</title><content type='html'>I sat down with the family and pen in hand to determine menus for the up and coming holidays.&amp;nbsp; Or in our house feast days.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wanted to stay home chilax as my daughter would say and eat my homemade goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my mother and father-in-love are coming for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Crab cakes&lt;br /&gt;Ham&lt;br /&gt;Scalloped potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Brussels sprouts&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Women's Council gathers at &lt;a href="http://www.womenstemple.net/"&gt;Temple&lt;/a&gt; and each of us bring a dish to share.&amp;nbsp; I'm making mini vegetable quiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Yule dinner I'm attending I'm contributing green beans with cranberries and a leek and potato gratin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Litchfield County Fire Chiefs meeting (and my boys at TFD) I'm supplying a tray of assorted cookies and fudge.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Fudge&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter Fudge&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter and white chocolate cookies (for Phil)&lt;br /&gt;Snowball Cookies (for the double meaning)&lt;br /&gt;Spritz (my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Cookies (for hubby)&lt;br /&gt;Molasses&lt;br /&gt;Double Chocolate Pecan (gluten free)&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Chest Bars ( a throwback to childhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve Breakfast with my parents&lt;br /&gt;Sausage gravy and cheddar biscuits (son's favorite)&lt;br /&gt;Ham &amp;amp; Broccoli strata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve open house at my girlfriends - scalloped sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes (for youngest)&lt;br /&gt;Baked French Toast (for son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Bacon wrapped fillet mignon&lt;br /&gt;roasted potatoes&lt;br /&gt;corn (son)&lt;br /&gt;broccoli (youngest)&lt;br /&gt;creamed spinach (me)&lt;br /&gt;Maple Pecan Pie (hubby)&lt;br /&gt;Apple Cobbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve appetizer dinner - the kids hang and I just keep serving food throughout the evening,&amp;nbsp; Come join us if you are out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buffalo wing dip&lt;br /&gt;buffalo wing won tons&lt;br /&gt;pigs n blanket&lt;br /&gt;shrimp cocktail&lt;br /&gt;steamed mussels and clams&lt;br /&gt;pepperoni bread&lt;br /&gt;veggie platter with spinach dip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1578624734977849737?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1578624734977849737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1578624734977849737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1578624734977849737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1578624734977849737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/menus.html' title='Menus'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1804364488779006709</id><published>2011-12-09T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:37:16.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I do bite my tongue</title><content type='html'>Those who know me know how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut when I disagree.&amp;nbsp; I belong to a group at work that discusses balance - diet, exercise, etc.&amp;nbsp; We have one member who listens to half of what is said and jumps in to turn the conversation back on himself.&amp;nbsp; Luckily this group meets twice.&amp;nbsp; Once in our building and once in another office building.&amp;nbsp; My solution to this annoyance is to attend the meeting in the other building.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoy these meetings.&amp;nbsp; Each group has a different dynamic.&amp;nbsp; I miss the rest of the people from the group in our building.&amp;nbsp; I tried once again to attend.&amp;nbsp; HE was late coming.&amp;nbsp; We were having a great discussion.&amp;nbsp; We were laughing so hard we were in tears.&amp;nbsp; Then HE came.&amp;nbsp; We went totally off topic, the laughter stopped and the judgemental comments began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing someone who advocated a raw foods diet.&amp;nbsp; This person appears to be in awesome physical shape and we were discussing what we knew (not much - we must do some research). And HE says, he must be gay.&amp;nbsp; The looks on the group said it all.&amp;nbsp; HE missed that.&amp;nbsp; I did say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we mentioned the company Christmas party. HE was the only one to attend.&amp;nbsp; I mentioned that my husband and I were going for a quiet dinner alone instead.&amp;nbsp; It will cost you more money HE replies.&amp;nbsp; A night alone with my husband is worth it.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'd rather celebrate surrounded by friends.&amp;nbsp; HE says this in the most condescending tone.&amp;nbsp; (I'm thinking what friends - oh you mean your poor co-workers).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the middle of discussing food origins he brings up buying a foreign car.&amp;nbsp; And goes on and on even after one person asked how this became part of the conversation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then he goes on and on about how Christmas Eve service is the greatest thing for his kids and how they love it.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad they go to church and it fulfills them.&amp;nbsp; I do not deny anyone their beliefs.&amp;nbsp; What I object to is how he tones things, words things and implies that if you are not doing the exact same thing as him you are evil incarnate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same person who assumes because I'm an herbalist I smoke pot on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He assumes a lot of things about me and voices them at inappropriate times (during meetings) not that any time you accuse someone of something is appropriate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And if I didn't work with him I'd give him a real peace of my mind.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not sure how to do it in a professional setting.&amp;nbsp; So, I will no longer be a part of this group.&amp;nbsp; I will continue to head to the other building to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it is not all me - at the end of the meeting one woman leaned over and asked me what day the other group meets. So here is what I would say in part (at probably to high of a volume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Know-it-all:&lt;br /&gt;You do not know it all.&amp;nbsp; In fact I think you know very little especially about me.&amp;nbsp; If during a conversation you would not only stop talking for a minute but actually listen to people you might learn something.&amp;nbsp; Our group meetings are not a free counseling session for you.&amp;nbsp; The meetings are about balance in all of our lives, they are not about you.&amp;nbsp; You don't need to explain your religion to me or shove it down my throat.&amp;nbsp; I spent years in the church and have a masters degree from seminary.&amp;nbsp; I understand.&amp;nbsp; And it is people like you that give organized religion a bad name.&amp;nbsp;You are the last person I would discuss my religious beliefs with.&amp;nbsp;I don't care if you have a problem with me doing what is best for me and my immediate family rather than bowing to what society would have me do.&amp;nbsp; Because I'm gathering in numerous small intimate groups for the holidays rather than one chaotic one does not mean I don't care about my family and friends.&amp;nbsp; In fact it might mean I care more because I want to spend more time with the individuals rather than getting lost in a crowd.&amp;nbsp; You are a huge reason we can not grow the balance group.&amp;nbsp; I have had several people express an interest but say they just can't do it as long as you are a part of the group.&amp;nbsp; I really understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1804364488779006709?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1804364488779006709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1804364488779006709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1804364488779006709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1804364488779006709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-do-bite-my-tongue.html' title='Sometimes I do bite my tongue'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6942878699705290464</id><published>2011-12-02T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T19:36:11.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year's Holiday Letter</title><content type='html'>We hope this letter finds you well. This has been an amazing year and we are grateful for all that we are blessed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Son continues to live in Arizona. He has moved from his grandmother’s house and is now living with his girlfriend Delen and their son Hunter who was born in April. Their address is …..Oldest Son is playing Mr. Dad while Delen works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest took the train to her mother’s on her eighteenth birthday. Three days later she arrived in Kingman. She completed her senior year there and Hubby surprised her and flew out for her graduation. He was able to spend a day with her, Oldest Son and his family showing them the sites before flying home. She has enrolled in on line classes in forensics. Her address is……. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son is a junior this year. He continues on the fire department and joins his Dad on the rope rescue team. He started ROTC this year and has his head set on the Marines. He has taken up running and I’m hoping to see him run a couple of races next year. He has completed all of his driver’s training and is just waiting for a test date to get his license. This will be great for all. He will have a little more freedom and we will no longer need to drive him to and from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest continues to blossom. She became a teenager this year and is really coming into her own. She finished with Girl Scouts in the spring. She is waiting not so patiently for her birthday to arrive so she can join the fire department. School is going really well for her. She loves cars especially old muscle cars and plans to design and fix cars when she’s older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is the deputy (assistant) chief at the fire house again this year. He continues to train having just completed instructor one. Now he can take the officer classes that he wants. He really enjoys his time there and on the rope rescue team. This April he will be going to the FDIC conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m serving my second year as clerk of the Barkhamsted Fire District. I continue to work 3 days a week at Bozzuto’s Inc. I spend a lot of time reading, cooking and making soap and potions. My soap is now for sale in a local shop and I am so excited. I’m even more excited about the class I signed up for next year. I will be at Sage Mountain retreat center studying advanced herbalism. The class is one full week end a month for six months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled a lot this year and that was great fun. Spring break brought us to Vermont and several day trips. This summer we spent a week in the Shenandoah Mountains of Virginia. We did a lot of hiking and sight seeing and had a great time. In August I took Youngest to the New England Herbal Conference in New Hampshire. It was awesome as usual. Hubby and Son enjoyed a man’s week end while we were away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be well with your soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kim, Hubby, Son &amp;amp; Youngest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6942878699705290464?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6942878699705290464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6942878699705290464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6942878699705290464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6942878699705290464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-years-holiday-letter.html' title='This Year&apos;s Holiday Letter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-5106826596790975129</id><published>2011-11-26T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:46:42.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I just want to stay home and relax this Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Last year's was not much fun.&amp;nbsp; OK, it sucked!!!!&amp;nbsp; Hubby was a little upset when I said I didn't want to go to his parents.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to go my brother's house either.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to get together on another day and enjoy the moment.&amp;nbsp; So, we had a family sit down.&amp;nbsp; What would be your perfect Christmas day I asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son - get up have french toast - eat all day like we do on Thanksgiving - stay home and eat.&amp;nbsp; BLT's for lunch and ribs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest - open presents, pancakes, see my niece and nephew, come home for supper - Go to the open house on Christmas Eve at our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - (yes he said this) come home from work and make love to my wife, have breakfast, open presents, make love again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then we stay home and eat well I said.&amp;nbsp; I pulled down the calender.&amp;nbsp; How would everyone like to celebrate with Grandma and Grandpa?&amp;nbsp; Son - can we call them?&amp;nbsp; Youngest - dinner and board games&amp;nbsp; Hubby - dinner&amp;nbsp; Well let's see what night works.&amp;nbsp; I'll make dinner and we can play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL and FIL stopped last night for tea.&amp;nbsp; She thought it was a great idea.&amp;nbsp; And then she says, I don't want another Christmas like last year - it was awful.&amp;nbsp; Can you repeat that for your son?&amp;nbsp; She did.&amp;nbsp; See, I'm not horrible for saying it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hubby, the kids and I have the whole week off for vacation.&amp;nbsp; I'm actually looking forward to Christmas again.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-5106826596790975129?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5106826596790975129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=5106826596790975129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5106826596790975129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5106826596790975129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2839616469283999253</id><published>2011-11-25T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:08:15.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>The celebration of the event we call Thanksgiving starts way before the actual day.&amp;nbsp; Where will we celebrate? Who will we invite?&amp;nbsp; What will we have to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hosted most Thanksgiving meals for my family since moving out of the house 20 years ago.&amp;nbsp; This pleases all involved.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE to cook.&amp;nbsp; My family loves to have someone else cook.&amp;nbsp; When I married hubby with his rotating schedule and only sometimes having the kids caused a hiccup in this set up.&amp;nbsp; But, now that bio has moved and we have the kids we are back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu stays pretty much the same.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I introduce a dish or two.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they stay sometimes they're a one shot wonder.&amp;nbsp; Because I am a little anal I have a list of dishes and notes on quantities needed saved to the computer.&amp;nbsp; I also include the guest list each year.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to look back.&amp;nbsp; I print off this menu and go from there.&amp;nbsp; So, the final menu was&lt;br /&gt;Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes &amp;amp; gravy&lt;br /&gt;sausage &amp;amp; cranberry dressing&lt;br /&gt;wild mushroom &amp;amp; cornbread dressing&lt;br /&gt;roasted butternut squash&lt;br /&gt;creamy Brussels sprouts&lt;br /&gt;turnips (mom)&lt;br /&gt;whipped sweet potatoes (Sister-in-love)&lt;br /&gt;green bean casserole (sister-in-love {my brother's favorite})&lt;br /&gt;cranberry &amp;amp; horseradish sauce&lt;br /&gt;olive tray (black and green olives, pickled garlic, pickled mushrooms, pickled beets and herb cheese)&lt;br /&gt;apple pie&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;maple pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;homemade vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I baked pies.&amp;nbsp; I talked to my girlfriend on the phone as I rolled dough.&amp;nbsp; She was coming by when her husband got home to collect some spices for her brine.&amp;nbsp; Her mom surprised her and made pies.&amp;nbsp; Her parents live in an in-law apartment at their house.&amp;nbsp; Her mom who was a great baker in the day is in early signs of dementia.&amp;nbsp; She arrived home and was asked to put the pies in the oven.&amp;nbsp; She had made a mincemeat and a pumpkin pie in thin tart pans.&amp;nbsp; The pumpkin pie had a top crust.&amp;nbsp; Apparently she put store made dough in the pan, spooned in a can of plain pumpkin and then topped it.&amp;nbsp; My friend did not want to hurt her mom's feelings but really wanted a piece of pumpkin pie for thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I just put one in the oven I said.&amp;nbsp; You can take that when you come and I'll make another one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet day.&amp;nbsp; Family came.&amp;nbsp; The food was good.&amp;nbsp; The company was good.&amp;nbsp; At night hubby, the kids and I watched a comedy show.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read message after message on facebook of what people are thankful for.&amp;nbsp; It was sweet.&amp;nbsp; It made me think.&amp;nbsp; I give thanks every day.&amp;nbsp; That is my constant prayer.&amp;nbsp; Each day I say thank you and go from there.&amp;nbsp; I have a great husband, good kids, a home, a job, good health, both my parents, wonderful friends, and I have had the opportunity to do everything I've ever wanted to do. I'm comfortable with who I am and where I'm going.&amp;nbsp; I am really blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2839616469283999253?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2839616469283999253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2839616469283999253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2839616469283999253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2839616469283999253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-9157452781738283060</id><published>2011-11-20T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:54:16.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday backwards</title><content type='html'>Mom already treated herself to salmon and she had my niece with her so I made glazed roasted chicken thighs, Armenian rice, corn and broccoli followed by Mexican brownies.&amp;nbsp; And no, they are not made with Mexicans as my son joked.&amp;nbsp; They have cinnamon and a hint of cayenne pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest and I went to the hairdressers today. I let her pick out feathers for her hair.&amp;nbsp; Gray and red - nothing subtle about her.&amp;nbsp; I was a hero for a nano second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the cleaning ball rolling and everyone in the house got involved.&amp;nbsp; Ahh!&amp;nbsp; Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I clicked away and completed holiday shopping for half my list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-9157452781738283060?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9157452781738283060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=9157452781738283060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9157452781738283060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9157452781738283060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-backwards.html' title='Saturday backwards'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3395373744168084906</id><published>2011-11-19T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T07:50:11.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the up side</title><content type='html'>So, after blogging about gratitude my refrigerator dies.&amp;nbsp; The freezer is still working but the fridge is not holding temperature.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I hadn't been shopping yet, we have another fridge in the basement and the hatchway is cold enough for more storage.&amp;nbsp; The repairman is coming Monday.&amp;nbsp; I modified mt grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; And I laugh - last year at this time a part went on my stove.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my appliances anticipate the holiday double duty and rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chiropractor's office called.&amp;nbsp; They had a cancellation so I was able to get in before my massage.&amp;nbsp; No way I was going after.&amp;nbsp; I can really feel the difference in my hip and shoulder though I'm not 100% yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing the exercises Doc gave me.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not fitting in that hour of walking a day yet.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby took my car in for some recall work.&amp;nbsp; At the same time he had them look at the undercarriage.&amp;nbsp; I bottomed out on something during the snow storm.&amp;nbsp; Very little damage, they had the part in stock and it was pretty cheap.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was rotini, turkey meatballs, homemade tomato sauce and killer garlic bread.&amp;nbsp; Tonight son is making us fried BBQ bologna sandwiches out of the Diners, Drive Ins and Dives cookbook.&amp;nbsp; Unless my Mom comes for dinner - then he will cook Monday and I'll fancy it up a bit for her.&amp;nbsp; Dad is in Florida with a buddy for the NASCAR races.&amp;nbsp; Actually Dad hates when she cooks fish so I'll make us salmon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3395373744168084906?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3395373744168084906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3395373744168084906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3395373744168084906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3395373744168084906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-up-side.html' title='Finding the up side'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-5142456666054513010</id><published>2011-11-18T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:11:56.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I was reading a blog the other day and the thought occurred to me that I try to live in gratitude not just have it.&amp;nbsp; What does that mean?&amp;nbsp; People have gratitude for people, things, places, circumstances and I have that too.&amp;nbsp; But living in gratitude for me means that I start from that place within me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, you may not see that side of me.&amp;nbsp; I come to this little blog to vent many times.&amp;nbsp; But, the vent over I can move on with life instead of holding onto whatever is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why all the whining and complaining get to me.&amp;nbsp; The extended power outage for example.&amp;nbsp; I was so glad for what we did have.&amp;nbsp; We made it an adventure at home and had fun with it.&amp;nbsp; One woman at work who has a generator hard wired into her house whined and whined.&amp;nbsp; She didn't know if she could live through one more day.&amp;nbsp; And since then I've noticed that each day she comes in with some type of complaint.&amp;nbsp; Can't they fix the roads faster or at a different time?&amp;nbsp; It makes my drive to work difficult. I have no time or energy for these vampires.&amp;nbsp; They suck the energy and gratitude right out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told yesterday that my blog has taken on a different vibe lately.&amp;nbsp; Maybe because I've taken on a different vibe.&amp;nbsp; A few of the major stresses are out of my life.&amp;nbsp; I spend more time contemplating what feeds my soul, that of my family.&amp;nbsp; If it is not nourishing I do not participate, invite it in or befriend it (and I'm not talking about just people here).&amp;nbsp; I have been practicing letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a council of women a month ago something shifted.&amp;nbsp; I really listened to each woman speak.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think ahead to what I would say or what my reaction was I just listened.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying to stay in that place more and more.&amp;nbsp; I also connected my head and my heart in the fact that my children's relationship with bio is no reflection on me.&amp;nbsp; They chose her for a mother to learn some type of lesson and it is not for me to stop that process.&amp;nbsp; What a freeing feeling.&amp;nbsp; And one more key to letting myself live in a place of gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-5142456666054513010?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5142456666054513010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=5142456666054513010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5142456666054513010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/5142456666054513010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4150246084654311318</id><published>2011-11-14T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:32:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Hour</title><content type='html'>You would think an extra half hour at work wouldn't be a big deal but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my boss held a departmental meeting.&amp;nbsp; Any pet peeve she's had with anyone in the department was brought up as a general statement.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to know who we are.&amp;nbsp; I was asked to stay after.&amp;nbsp; My three days a week now need to be the same three days a week.&amp;nbsp; It seems like you put your family needs first. Yes, that was the point of me going part time.&amp;nbsp; And I need to work until 4 instead of 3:30.&amp;nbsp; My clients need to know when I am at work and set days and staying until 4 would be more professional.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you I have been working part time now for 5 years now but anyway..... I did get permission to continue to come in at 6:30.&amp;nbsp; It would be easier than sitting around the house to go to work.&amp;nbsp; And going in for 6:30 my drive is 40 - 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Coming in for 7 at least an hour.&amp;nbsp; It is the same with the drive home.&amp;nbsp; So, now instead of getting home at 4:15 I'm getting home at 5.&amp;nbsp; Which is our usual dinner time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that extra half hour has pushed our dinner time up an hour or I spend Monday cooking and prepping.&amp;nbsp; I've done that the past two Mondays.&amp;nbsp; It works for dinner time but kills an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dry rubbed the pork ribs and baked them low and slow.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I will throw them on the grill with some BBQ sauce.&amp;nbsp; I made a baked potato salad to serve with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is beef stew.&amp;nbsp; I prepped all the veggies and I'll put that in the crockpot tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; And I made a lasagna for Wednesday night complete with instructions on the top so it will be done when I get home.&amp;nbsp; Thursday is leftover night.&amp;nbsp; I also baked two batches of cookies for hubby's fire department meeting tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4150246084654311318?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4150246084654311318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4150246084654311318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4150246084654311318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4150246084654311318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/half-hour.html' title='Half Hour'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-9067050508388840643</id><published>2011-11-13T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:17:28.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my life revolves around food</title><content type='html'>Hubby's birthday fell in the wake of the power outage.&amp;nbsp; It took three days over the course of the week to complete his celebration.&amp;nbsp; His presents were left in the dark with a card.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find the energy to wrap them.&amp;nbsp; When the power came back and I had time to restock the larder I made his spaghetti with meat sauce and some killer garlic bread.&amp;nbsp; (I only make meat sauce for his birthday - I prefer meatballs and sauce)&amp;nbsp; By the time this was simmering away it was too late to bake a cake.&amp;nbsp; So, the next night he received his cake - a buttermilk cake with fluffy white frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son decided that the last person to eat the cake should make a new one.&amp;nbsp; He is my sweet tooth kid - just like his dad.&amp;nbsp; So, cooling on the racks is a maple walnut cake.&amp;nbsp; A new recipe I found.&amp;nbsp; It calls for a brown sugar frosting made with cream cheese, butter, brown sugar and confectionery sugar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away.&amp;nbsp; It is a fairly small group this year - 11.&amp;nbsp; I picked up my turkey from work and that is thawing in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; My menu is printed off and grocery list made.&amp;nbsp; I'm working half a day on Wednesday (the kids have no school) so I can make my pies - apple, pumpkin and maple pecan.&amp;nbsp; Hubby gets off work Thanksgiving morning.&amp;nbsp; Something to be truly thankful for.&amp;nbsp; We get to celebrate with him and me and the kids have him all week end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the kids what food I needed to have to make it a real thanksgiving for them.&amp;nbsp; Son said pickled garlic and pecan pie.&amp;nbsp; Youngest said olives and pumpkin pie.&amp;nbsp; I need to have leftovers to make turkey sandwiches - good bread, turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce.&amp;nbsp; Yum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday hubby and I had a breakfast date.&amp;nbsp; Those are the best.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen much of him lately and it was so good to catch up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We discussed everything including Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I keep a budget and only spend cash.&amp;nbsp; The list is small this year.&amp;nbsp; The big thing - I have that week off from work.&amp;nbsp; I usually take the week after thanksgiving off to prep for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; But with the kids getting older there is less prep.&amp;nbsp; So, I suggested we go away for a few days.&amp;nbsp; We talked about a few places we could go.&amp;nbsp; I'll be looking into things and booking something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a yule dinner to attend.&amp;nbsp; I'm deciding between making green beans with cranberries or a potato and leek gratin.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve open house I'll be making my scalloped sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration with my parents will be breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Dad has mentioned several (at least a 100 times)&amp;nbsp; how much he enjoys that.&amp;nbsp; Sausage gravy and cheddar biscuits,&amp;nbsp; ham &amp;amp; broccoli strata and baked french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest asked for pancakes on Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, a stress free holiday season&amp;nbsp;this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-9067050508388840643?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9067050508388840643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=9067050508388840643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9067050508388840643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9067050508388840643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-life-revolves-around-food.html' title='my life revolves around food'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2464532905298675</id><published>2011-11-06T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:28:00.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outage Blessings</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday youngest and I went to a Native American Sweat Lodge ceremony hosted by a friend.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful experience.&amp;nbsp; It was snowing when we arrived.&amp;nbsp; It snowed really heavy really fast and by the time we left there were many inches on the ground.&amp;nbsp; We arrived home safe and sound to hear the crack of branches falling everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully none fell on us, the house or car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after arriving home the power went out.&amp;nbsp; It came back Thursday late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was called in early to work.&amp;nbsp; He had an alarm sounding at the Sears store in town.&amp;nbsp; The Sears man mentioned he had 5 generators in house.&amp;nbsp; Hubby was able to purchase one as soon as he opened in the morning.&amp;nbsp; My hero.&amp;nbsp; Hubby worked late Sunday and had to work again Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; He did stay up long enough to hook the generator up for heat.&amp;nbsp; We rotated between the furnace and keeping the fridges running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son worked on building a model and youngest and I read.&amp;nbsp; I cooked on the gas grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday hubby hooked up the generator to the water pump.&amp;nbsp; I could take a hot shower and flush toilets.&amp;nbsp; A shower never felt so good.&amp;nbsp; I spent the day reading and making meals on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I went to work and hubby was home with the kids.&amp;nbsp; We rose with the sun and crawled in bed soon after night fall.&amp;nbsp; A lot of reading, drawing, model building and board games.&amp;nbsp; The kids got along great.&amp;nbsp; Electronics were not missed.&amp;nbsp; Water was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may throw the main breaker every now and then just to unplug the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly thankful for all we had.&amp;nbsp; I reached out to those less fortunate.&amp;nbsp; I feel bad that even today 8 days later some are still without power.&amp;nbsp; Prayers that heat is restored soon to those without.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2464532905298675?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2464532905298675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2464532905298675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2464532905298675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2464532905298675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-outage-blessings.html' title='Power Outage Blessings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8236709682376415403</id><published>2011-10-28T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:07:29.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Smoke Out</title><content type='html'>November 17 is national smoke out day.&amp;nbsp; The health &amp;amp; wellness committee at working is sponsoring an event.&amp;nbsp; You can pledge to stop smoking, donate to the cancer society and if you don't smoke you can take an empathy pledge and for this we get to wear jeans to work that day.&amp;nbsp; It is difficult to give up smoking (though I don't know myself) and you should give up something difficult as well.&amp;nbsp; I'm giving up seconds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a second helping at dinner because it tastes good or because everyone else is still eating.&amp;nbsp; I'm not really hungry still.&amp;nbsp; I've been getting better at eating slowly - putting the fork down between bites and chewing my food.&amp;nbsp; Much easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; I'm no longer the first one done at dinner.&amp;nbsp; And that has helped.&amp;nbsp; But, no more second helpings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nutritionist that leads our balance meetings at work is an inspiration.&amp;nbsp; She sees the good in everyone and every situation.&amp;nbsp; I have only met a few people like her in my life and I feel really blessed to know them.&amp;nbsp; As some of us struggle with health, weight, stress and a whole host of issues&amp;nbsp;she cheers us on.&amp;nbsp; She's encouraging and sees our beauty even on days we don't see it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be really critical of people.&amp;nbsp; Learned in part from my family.&amp;nbsp; I try to see the best in people - the beauty they possess.&amp;nbsp; I know everyone has at least one beautiful facet - we are all part of the divine.&amp;nbsp; Yet I often let the flawed facet that annoys me loom larger than the beauty.&amp;nbsp; What does that say about me?&amp;nbsp; What lesson do I need to learn from that cracked flaw that I perceive in others?&amp;nbsp; I often ponder that and hopefully learn and grow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to a friend that I would like to be more of a person that sees the beauty first.&amp;nbsp; She laughed and said you want to be nice and give up seconds at the same time?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to give up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8236709682376415403?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8236709682376415403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8236709682376415403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8236709682376415403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8236709682376415403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-smoke-out.html' title='National Smoke Out'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8303434619584642312</id><published>2011-10-27T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:06:38.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>My husband went to the area chief's meeting for the fire department last week.&amp;nbsp; If you don't send a member to the meeting your department hosts the next meeting.&amp;nbsp; TFD is hosting in December.&amp;nbsp; Because I often bring cookies to TFD for friends I've had since kindergarten my hubby volunteered me to make cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person asked if these cookies were any good.&amp;nbsp; Hubby said the room erupted in praise.&amp;nbsp; The chief of my former department said, " you live in the north west corner and you've never had Kim's cookies - you're really missing out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was kinda proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8303434619584642312?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8303434619584642312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8303434619584642312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8303434619584642312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8303434619584642312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1817798723841358747</id><published>2011-10-23T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:12:42.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides and letting go</title><content type='html'>There are always two sides (at least) to every story. I've really try hard to hear both sides.&amp;nbsp; I feel the truth for me lies somewhere in the middle or where the stories overlap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring bio opened a facebook account.&amp;nbsp; I blocked her from youngest.&amp;nbsp; Youngest has nightmares the few times bio calls.&amp;nbsp; Bio has only called 4 times since January when oldest left.&amp;nbsp; Youngest has been doing fantastic hearing less from bio.&amp;nbsp; On one level this saddens me deeply.&amp;nbsp; A child should not be better off having no contact with their mother.&amp;nbsp; But life isn't always like I think it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short bio is now unblocked and friends with youngest.&amp;nbsp; And instead of using it to communicate with her daughter they play games.&amp;nbsp; If I couldn't see my daughter I would do anything to keep and touch and know her.&amp;nbsp; But, hey that's me.&amp;nbsp; And I would work whatever I had to so I could see my child but again that's just me and I'm getting off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oldest posts on her FB account that I blocked bio.&amp;nbsp; True.&amp;nbsp; But then she claims that I don't let the kids talk to her on the phone, that I hang up on her when she calls, that I don't pass on phone messages......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have NEVER hung up on her (well once but that was before she moved and had nothing to do with her talking to the children)&amp;nbsp;, I have never not passed on a message - there are none to pass on.&amp;nbsp; If her number comes up I don't pick up I let the answering machine get it.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to talk to her.&amp;nbsp; I have NEVER told the kids they can't call her.&amp;nbsp; They just don't think to do it on their own.&amp;nbsp; Out of sight out of mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck at one point youngest said to her mother, "Are you ever going to visit I forget what you look like."&amp;nbsp; And her reply was - "I'll send you a picture."&amp;nbsp; The picture never came.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before oldest's post and when bio became unblocked I was sitting in temple for a council of women.&amp;nbsp; And what came to me is that I need to let go.&amp;nbsp; I knew this already but I was having a hard time putting it into practice.&amp;nbsp; I want to protect my children.&amp;nbsp; But, they chose to be born to bio for some reason.&amp;nbsp; It is some lesson they must need to learn in this life.&amp;nbsp; I need to let that go.&amp;nbsp; Let her be friends on FB.&amp;nbsp; Truly let their relationship with bio be what it needs to be and that it is NOT a refection on me or my mothering.&amp;nbsp; And I let it go.&amp;nbsp; It had been a long time coming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so free.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If oldest needs to believe whatever bio tells her that's her issue.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If she wants to believe that I am evil - that is her issue.&amp;nbsp; I know in my heart I did the best I knew how and that I loved her as a mother loves a daughter.&amp;nbsp; If that is not enough for her (or too much) that is her issue.&amp;nbsp; I am letting go of the attachment, the fear, the out come of everything but my own actions and reactions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1817798723841358747?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1817798723841358747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1817798723841358747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1817798723841358747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1817798723841358747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-sides-and-letting-go.html' title='Two Sides and letting go'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2880789165650774220</id><published>2011-10-16T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:59:21.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Soup</title><content type='html'>I've been on a soup kick all week.&amp;nbsp; We've had beef stew that son made, chicken noodle soup and a chicken, cheese and Brussels sprout soup out.&amp;nbsp; Today I'm experimenting with my version of minestrone soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;8 cups of chopped veggies&lt;br /&gt;red onion&lt;br /&gt;carrots&lt;br /&gt;celery&lt;br /&gt;parsnips&lt;br /&gt;sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves of garlic sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;fresh rosemary chopped&lt;br /&gt;fresh thyme chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP oregano&lt;br /&gt;4 cups veggie stock&lt;br /&gt;4 cups beef stock&lt;br /&gt;1 can diced tomato with the juice&lt;br /&gt;1 can black beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 can dark red kidney beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 can chick peas drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;2 astragalus root pieces&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;handful or two of tiny pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Swirl olive oil in large pot to coat bottom.&amp;nbsp; When it is hot add 8 cups of veggies and cook stirring about 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Add garlic and herbs.&amp;nbsp; Cook another couple of minutes.&amp;nbsp; Add everything but the past and simmer.&amp;nbsp; 10 minutes before serving add the pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2880789165650774220?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2880789165650774220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2880789165650774220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2880789165650774220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2880789165650774220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/soup.html' title='Soup'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1187374500131766149</id><published>2011-10-16T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:09:30.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>In the midst of paying bills a friend called.&amp;nbsp; She had a few stores she wanted to visit and a couple of tag sales to see.&amp;nbsp; Would I like to come along.&amp;nbsp; Give me an hour and it's a deal.&amp;nbsp; It was nice to get out with no kids and visit.&amp;nbsp; While I was getting ready to leave youngest asked, "What are we doing today?"&amp;nbsp; I'm going out with girlfriend. "What is her son doing?"&amp;nbsp; He's hanging with his Dad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is so frustrating that at 13 y/o my daughter has no social life and wants to be included in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'm at a loss of how to help her make friends.&amp;nbsp; I know her learning disabilities have hindered the process.&amp;nbsp; And the older it gets the worse it gets.&amp;nbsp; As youngsters kids could over look her social awkwardness but in middle school the gap has really increased.&amp;nbsp; And youngest just disconnects and doesn't care.&amp;nbsp;This is good in a way because it doesn't bother her to have no real friends but, I see the long term consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend and I had a great morning and stopped for lunch before coming home.&amp;nbsp; I took son driving.&amp;nbsp; He has a few more hours left to practice before getting his license.&amp;nbsp; When we got home youngest was on the phone with bio.&amp;nbsp; Wohoo!&amp;nbsp; The woman remembered she has more kids.&amp;nbsp; First call since August.&amp;nbsp; She's supposedly sewing some clothes for youngest.&amp;nbsp; Asking her about her sizes and color preferences.&amp;nbsp; All I could her youngest saying is NO.&amp;nbsp; NO dresses, No skirts, No pink, No peach, No light colors - What is that - NO, NO, NO.&amp;nbsp; I like black and blue - dark colors. Ew NO!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, if she actually finishes the project and mails it I will be surprised.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure she already bought the peach colored fabric.&amp;nbsp; Maybe this can be her long awaited birthday present.&amp;nbsp; It was only in April.&amp;nbsp; And the worse part is oldest is living there and can't tell bio that her sister is&amp;nbsp;NOT a girlie girl at all.&amp;nbsp; Sad, she lived with her and never really saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I'm off to a breakfast date.&amp;nbsp; My girlfriend is in town briefly.&amp;nbsp; It's been since last winter when I saw her last.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1187374500131766149?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1187374500131766149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1187374500131766149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1187374500131766149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1187374500131766149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6178947649618708142</id><published>2011-10-12T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:09:45.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>When you work only three days a week with one PTO day and perfect timing you can take a six day week end.&amp;nbsp; My kids were off for five of them.&amp;nbsp; The weather has been BEAUTIFUL!&amp;nbsp; Perfect October in New England.&amp;nbsp; Warm during the day, cool at night the crisp clean fall air with the smell of leaves in the air.&amp;nbsp; Orange, red and gold bursting forth on the hills.&amp;nbsp; Aaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went for a five mile walk with my girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Great exercise and an awesome visit.&amp;nbsp; I hit the grocery store and stopped for a visit with another friend as I delivered some soaps and potions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday a group from work met early in the morning and hiked up to Hueblein tower.&amp;nbsp; I dropped son off at air soft and youngest and I had lunch at Passiflora tearoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FX14ZRs3hY/TpXlYHZI6TI/AAAAAAAAAM0/m5mPydZIYvs/s1600/10-12-11+mini+vaca+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FX14ZRs3hY/TpXlYHZI6TI/AAAAAAAAAM0/m5mPydZIYvs/s320/10-12-11+mini+vaca+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the view from the hiking trail. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday I took youngest to the garlic festival in Bethlehem.&amp;nbsp; Lots of yummy food and neat crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday youngest and I headed to the bike trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday youngest and I headed to Kent falls for some hiking and a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCqHN9UTfVo/TpXls_tGrpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5yUnte_bWrk/s1600/10-12-11+mini+vaca+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCqHN9UTfVo/TpXls_tGrpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5yUnte_bWrk/s320/10-12-11+mini+vaca+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today youngest and I and a couple of Friends headed to White Memorial for some hiking and a picnic.&amp;nbsp; The chill is creeping in and the rain will soon be here but what a great week end off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMCRnRQWPQ/TpXl7K1_4yI/AAAAAAAAANE/iShonett9XI/s1600/10-12-11+mini+vaca+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMCRnRQWPQ/TpXl7K1_4yI/AAAAAAAAANE/iShonett9XI/s320/10-12-11+mini+vaca+046.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hiking on Saturday son was through with us and decided to stay home and be a blob.&amp;nbsp; At sixteen who wants to hang out with your sister and step mom.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6178947649618708142?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6178947649618708142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6178947649618708142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6178947649618708142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6178947649618708142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini Vacation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FX14ZRs3hY/TpXlYHZI6TI/AAAAAAAAAM0/m5mPydZIYvs/s72-c/10-12-11+mini+vaca+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2985805684179099306</id><published>2011-10-08T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:31:06.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I've been taking a class on shamanic dreaming with &lt;a href="http://mysticdreamcenter.com/"&gt;Susan Morgan&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There have been a few dreams in my life I really remember.&amp;nbsp; A fewer still that have impacted my life.&amp;nbsp; I've done the dream dictionary phase&amp;nbsp; and pretty much have ignored my dreams of late if I remember them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned is stuff I knew at some level.&amp;nbsp; After all we all dream every night.&amp;nbsp; Our dreams are a way for our subconscious to work things out or speak to us if we only listen.&amp;nbsp; Susan lead us through a few journeys as we listened to the beating of the drum.&amp;nbsp; I was able to finally journey with the plants.&amp;nbsp; I had a wonderful visit with poke week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally put a journal by my bed just to record dreams.&amp;nbsp; I have lots of journals filled with a whole mish mash of stuff - diary, dream journal and class notes.&amp;nbsp; It makes it really difficult to look things up later.&amp;nbsp; I've been really trying to make an effort to keep my journals and note books separate.&amp;nbsp; Especially now that I'm prepping for my advanced herbal class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does help to write your dreams down before you get out of bed.&amp;nbsp; And what appears in my dream has a meaning for just me.&amp;nbsp; You could dream of the same thing and it would mean something entirely different.&amp;nbsp; You need to create your own dream dictionary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my class, I'm enjoyed her book, and now I'm looking forward to navigating my life through my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2985805684179099306?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2985805684179099306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2985805684179099306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2985805684179099306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2985805684179099306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8029367649780803511</id><published>2011-10-04T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:20:54.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did September go?</title><content type='html'>September was a blip on the radar.&amp;nbsp; It was no sooner here and school started and it was gone.&amp;nbsp; October arrived with birthday's waiting and cards going out late.&amp;nbsp; Ooops!&amp;nbsp; I called my sister-in-love - the angel married to my dear brother - and she thinks the whole year blipped by.&amp;nbsp; Her birthday was Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Mine was Monday and she said my card was in the mail as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother took her and the kids to the Big E to see the circus and magic show.&amp;nbsp; He took her to dinner and didn't let her lift a finger.&amp;nbsp; He can be really sweet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on my birthday.&amp;nbsp; The girls bought me an ice cream cake.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp; I made my birthday dinner.&amp;nbsp; I love to cook so I don't mind.&amp;nbsp; Hubby cleaned up the dishes which was much more important.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Glazed chicken, creamed spinach and bow tie pasta sauteed with sauerkraut.&amp;nbsp; And for dessert my self filled chocolate bundt cake.&amp;nbsp; I've had this as my birthday dessert since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nephew dropped by for cake and final hugs good bye.&amp;nbsp; He is off to work in Florida for the winter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday morning the boys went to rope rescue training while I slept in.&amp;nbsp; Next thing I know youngest is carrying in a tray - breakfast in bed.&amp;nbsp; Eggs and OJ.&amp;nbsp; Wohoo!&amp;nbsp; She was making her breakfast and thought I might like some as well.&amp;nbsp; I just love her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8029367649780803511?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8029367649780803511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8029367649780803511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8029367649780803511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8029367649780803511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-did-september-go.html' title='Where did September go?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8962301971761047333</id><published>2011-09-29T06:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:17:17.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Sleep</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how tired I was until I started sleeping really good. It's the new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our old room all of the animals slept with us.&amp;nbsp; Sammy, our dog was on the floor and the cats Boo and Delilah were wherever they wanted to be.&amp;nbsp; They would sleep at our feet, next to us, on us. Delilah would walk up and down your body.&amp;nbsp; I never woke up like hubby but, it still must have affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hubby's allergies are bothering him he claims it's the cats.&amp;nbsp; So a few times a year he is allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know when your allergies are bad the cats can tip you over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new room has had the door shut all summer as I've cleaned and readied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we keep it that way.&amp;nbsp; An animal free room.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you - no fur, not being walked on, no heavy breathing by the dog, no dog waking up in the middle of the night thinking it's dinner time is heaven.&amp;nbsp; I've slept through the night for a week now.&amp;nbsp; I wake with far more energy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&amp;nbsp; And the animals seem to be adjusting fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8962301971761047333?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8962301971761047333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8962301971761047333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8962301971761047333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8962301971761047333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-night-sleep.html' title='Good Night Sleep'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2617909872761338909</id><published>2011-09-26T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:43:13.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room</title><content type='html'>By Saturday morning the room was painted and the lights were installed.&amp;nbsp; Youngest and I brought all of the dresser drawers upstairs.&amp;nbsp; Hubby had a friend coming over to help him move the furniture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my mom and went to my cousin's house for her wedding shower at noon.&amp;nbsp;She's a little over an hour South of here.&amp;nbsp; We had to leave early so mom could go to her dinner party and I could go to a birthday party.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice time and we were able to do some catching up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was home picking up youngest and driving North for more than an hour.&amp;nbsp; I was off to hubby's cousin's house.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter's first birthday party.&amp;nbsp; Everyone brought a dish to share instead of presents.&amp;nbsp; It was nice catching up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love visiting&amp;nbsp;family, mine, extended, others....&amp;nbsp; it really makes you realize that your dysfunctional family isn't all that dysfunctional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home to my new room.&amp;nbsp; All the furniture was upstairs and the bed was made.&amp;nbsp; Ahhh!&amp;nbsp; Once hubby and I are both awake at the same time I will take pictures.&amp;nbsp; I still have a few things to put away.&amp;nbsp; We need to move the clothes in the closet and hang pictures but..... I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in time.&amp;nbsp; Our old room - the temporary master bedroom - is now our guest room.&amp;nbsp; And last night our adopted nephew moved in for the week.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to spoil him and feed him&amp;nbsp;for the week.&amp;nbsp; Then he'll be headed out of state for his new job.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited for him but, we'll miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2617909872761338909?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2617909872761338909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2617909872761338909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2617909872761338909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2617909872761338909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-room.html' title='New Room'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6965017769668974941</id><published>2011-09-17T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T07:32:26.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>We couldn't make the family picnic so we invited MIL, FIL and aunt to come for dinner.&amp;nbsp; My MIL brought stuffed mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; Then called to say they were given a bunch of clams that they couldn't eat alone.&amp;nbsp; I steamed them in white wine, a fesh bay leaf and orange peal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner I made chicken cordon bleu with a shitake mushroom wine sauce, Isreali couscous and a huge tossed salad.&amp;nbsp; I made thousand island dressing - MIL's favorite.&amp;nbsp; For dessert I bought a bag of local peaches and made a peach cobler.&amp;nbsp; I served that warm with homemade vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the night went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6965017769668974941?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6965017769668974941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6965017769668974941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6965017769668974941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6965017769668974941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/dinner-party.html' title='Dinner Party'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8276296873812538009</id><published>2011-09-16T06:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T06:44:56.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Ready</title><content type='html'>I built my house almost 15 years ago.&amp;nbsp; I moved in December 24, 1996.&amp;nbsp; It's a cape.&amp;nbsp; At the time the upstairs was completely unfinished.&amp;nbsp; We were saving money and had plans to complete that ourselves and build a garage.&amp;nbsp; Six months later I was going through a divorce and completing two masters degrees that I paid for myself.&amp;nbsp; The house would have to wait.&amp;nbsp; My room downstairs was temporary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hubby and I got engaged I received sheet rock instead of the usual rock (my request).&amp;nbsp; He moved in here with the kids because the school system is much better and the house is much newer.&amp;nbsp; He completed the upstairs and I planned a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My master bedroom became the girls room.&amp;nbsp; We split it in two with a set of closets.&amp;nbsp; When our oldest son moved out oldest moved into his room.&amp;nbsp; One side of the master bedroom became an office/guest room.&amp;nbsp; Then oldest decided to move in with bio.&amp;nbsp; Youngest moved into her room after a pretty remodel.&amp;nbsp; The master bedroom was left vacant.&amp;nbsp; Vacant of occupants anyway.&amp;nbsp; I've been cleaning out, recycling and giving stuff away.&amp;nbsp; It needed a new paint jib and lighting before hubby and I could move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was too hot and humid to paint - I left it for a fall project.&amp;nbsp; And I continued to clear out the room.&amp;nbsp; Where did all of this stuff come from?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm really trying to eliminate in the entire house but that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is in no real hurry to have a new room.&amp;nbsp; Change is difficult for him even if it is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adopted nephew called to say he would be visiting from Utah for a week.&amp;nbsp; His brother is staying at his Dad's and could he stay with us.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And he could have stayed upstairs but..... this was the push I needed to give hubby.&amp;nbsp; The paint was bought along with the new light fixture.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday hubby painted while I cleaned house.&amp;nbsp; A true fall cleaning - dust, vacuum, bathrooms, washing laundry, curtains and slip covers.&amp;nbsp; Six hours later the room had two coats of paint and the house was clean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the store for curtains.&amp;nbsp; I found a few throw pillows and throw rugs to match.&amp;nbsp; Today the lighting should be done.&amp;nbsp; Nephew will be here the 24th.&amp;nbsp; And I'll be in my master bedroom before I can no longer climb stairs.&amp;nbsp; 14 years and 9 months but hey, who's counting?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the garage..... that is another story.&amp;nbsp;That will&amp;nbsp;wait until all the kids are gone and we've recouped some of our monetary loses.&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying they're not worth it but, kids are expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8276296873812538009?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8276296873812538009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8276296873812538009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8276296873812538009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8276296873812538009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-almost-ready.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Ready'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2341574683058048779</id><published>2011-09-11T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:16:56.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What about me?</title><content type='html'>I am in the balance program at work.&amp;nbsp; We discuss nutrition, diet, exercise, health - all to keep us in balance.&amp;nbsp; I'm also on the health &amp;amp; wellness committee.&amp;nbsp; I try very hard to feed my family healthy, nutritious meals.&amp;nbsp; We discuss these issues regularly.&amp;nbsp; My family is very healthy.&amp;nbsp; In three years the kids have only missed one day of school each for a sinus infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm healthy, my numbers all good and I'm rarely sick but the weight.&amp;nbsp; The doctor tells me to loose twenty pounds each time I go.&amp;nbsp; I really need to lose 40.&amp;nbsp; My diet is good and my portions are usually pretty good.&amp;nbsp; I've been training myself to eat slower.&amp;nbsp; The two horrible habits I picked up as a kid - eat fast and clean your plate.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until I got to college and my roommate pointed out that I don't chew my food that I realized how fast my family ate.&amp;nbsp; I did start to chew after that but still....&amp;nbsp; And when you're the first one done and your son takes forever to eat you get seconds.&amp;nbsp; I'm no longer the first one done.&amp;nbsp; It has taken a long time to learn to put my fork down in between bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my biggest problem is lack of exercise.&amp;nbsp; I'm waiting for someone to walk with,&amp;nbsp; my husband won't show me how to use the equipment, I don't have the time...... the excuses stretch on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks some of us girls have been discussing the emotional side of weight problems.&amp;nbsp; I know my biggest issue is taking care of my family.&amp;nbsp; Husbands and children are the most fattening thing in my life.&amp;nbsp; Thursday something clicked.&amp;nbsp; I take care of my self more than many women.&amp;nbsp; I go for a monthly massage and pedicure.&amp;nbsp; I get together with friends on a monthly basis.&amp;nbsp; I meet with a spiritual group on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; I signed up for classes.&amp;nbsp; But, when it comes to the day to day my family comes first.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an issue in my mind, my make up.&amp;nbsp; My kids are old enough to fend for themselves.&amp;nbsp; I'm the one setting the dinner time.&amp;nbsp; They're not demanding what time we eat.&amp;nbsp; Something needs to shift in my thinking.&amp;nbsp; I came home that day and everyone was gone.&amp;nbsp; Son was at work and hubby took youngest for new glasses.&amp;nbsp; I laced up my sneakers, dragged out the treadmill, put on my headphones and started walking.&amp;nbsp; I use the rolling hills mode at a pretty decent clip.&amp;nbsp; It felt good.&amp;nbsp; I made supper when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and youngest got home just as I was finishing dinner.&amp;nbsp; Hmmph!&amp;nbsp; And why am I not doing this every night.&amp;nbsp; I know I feel better.&amp;nbsp; Do I like to feel like crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday I got home and walked first even with everyone sitting watching TV.&amp;nbsp; I warned son not to come downstairs while I'm on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; That is unless he wants to see me in my bra.&amp;nbsp; I had that thing cranked and I was sweating like crazy.&amp;nbsp; A quick shower and then dinner.&amp;nbsp; No complaints. So, what have I been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I walked before anyone even woke up.&amp;nbsp; Time for me to feel good every day not just when I can fit it into my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2341574683058048779?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2341574683058048779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2341574683058048779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2341574683058048779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2341574683058048779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-about-me.html' title='What about me?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4799463078269552199</id><published>2011-09-10T07:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T07:17:49.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Family</title><content type='html'>MIL is having her Labor Day picnic this Sunday.&amp;nbsp; It is a week late because her sister will be visiting from out of state.&amp;nbsp; When she called to tell me the change in plans I said that it was hubby's fire department picnic and that it would be up to him.&amp;nbsp; She told me she would lay a guilt trip on him.&amp;nbsp; As I told him that he rolled his eyes.&amp;nbsp; Oh, like I care he says.&amp;nbsp; We're going to the fire department.&amp;nbsp; When he called to tell her that she said - no problem honey their are a few people who can't make it including your brother.&amp;nbsp; (It's not a holiday unless brother comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she relayed once again her story. "I'll never be like MIL.&amp;nbsp; She would make you come or feel bad about not coming.&amp;nbsp; If you went to your family event one time (like Thanksgiving) then the next time you damn well better be with her (Christmas)."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If someone can make it fine but if not that is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can say that little speech all she wants but her tone, her attitude and her words to me are an entirely different story.&amp;nbsp; Last year I invited just my family for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-thanksgiving.html"&gt;The year before&lt;/a&gt; was so awful I vowed never to invite my in-laws again.&amp;nbsp; A week later she asked about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; When I said I didn't know what was going on yet (Hubby may have been working).&amp;nbsp; Her reply was, "you had your family for Thanksgiving so you WILL be here for Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were.&amp;nbsp; My family is not hung up on celebrating the holiday on the date and we celebrated at another time.&amp;nbsp; And the fact that my parents leave the next day for four months in Florida it is easier.&amp;nbsp; Well, that was the worst Christmas I've ever had for many reasons.&amp;nbsp; Worse than the Christmas I spent alone after my divorce.&amp;nbsp; Bad in so many ways it warrants an entire &lt;a href="http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happened.html"&gt;blog entry&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say when she asked me if I could believe nephew and fiance celebrated with their own families and not with each other I said yes.&amp;nbsp; Because I will NEVER be in the position I was in last Christmas.&amp;nbsp; If hubby and the kids want to go they are more than welcome.&amp;nbsp; I will be at my brother's house celebrating with my niece and nephew (the cutest kids on the face of the planet in my humble and very biased opinion). That is if&amp;nbsp;we're not on vacation (still working on that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news in all of this is that hubby sees MIL for what she is and does.&amp;nbsp; When she told him it was OK that we weren't coming his first thought was where is my guilt trip?&amp;nbsp; Why do you tell my wife one thing and me another.&amp;nbsp; He's not to the point yet where he can verbalize these questions to her but ....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His family would rather bury their heads in the sand, turn purple and have a heart attack than express their true feelings.&amp;nbsp; I witnessed that at Christmas too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4799463078269552199?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4799463078269552199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4799463078269552199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4799463078269552199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4799463078269552199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/his-family.html' title='His Family'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1265413035796332043</id><published>2011-09-04T07:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T07:57:10.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Swallow's Wings</title><content type='html'>Each year at the NE Women's Herbal Conference I see her, &lt;a href="http://www.gallery333.com/artists/aadler.htm"&gt;Agnes Adler&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She is a beautiful elder.&amp;nbsp; She's a tiny women.&amp;nbsp; I'd see her in class now and then or walking accross the field.&amp;nbsp; One year they asked her to speak.&amp;nbsp; She told a story of her coming from Hungary to Israel to America.&amp;nbsp; She gave a recipe for caraway soup.&amp;nbsp; She and her husband have worked hard jobs to do what they really love - create art.&amp;nbsp; She sculpts and works with other mediums as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year she had a vending booth with some of her art work.&amp;nbsp; This year she had a booth as well.&amp;nbsp; I stopped by to tell her how glad I&amp;nbsp;am to see her each year.&amp;nbsp; In the past year she wrote a book about her life, &lt;em&gt;On Swallow's Wings&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is divided into three sections - autobiography, cookbook and artwork.&amp;nbsp; I bought a copy.&amp;nbsp; She was so thrilled and wrote a beautiful inscription inside. " As you go along the path of life, remember to be gentle to your fellow travelers."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Something I do need to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read her story this week.&amp;nbsp; I can hear her voice as I read.&amp;nbsp; Agnes turned 81 this year.&amp;nbsp; She survived the holocaust, prison and poverty.&amp;nbsp; She is well educated and continues to learn.&amp;nbsp; In her sixties she asked to be included on an&amp;nbsp;educational trip to the&amp;nbsp;Amazon jungle&amp;nbsp;with Dr.James Duke.&amp;nbsp; This is where her herbal studies began.&amp;nbsp;Her story is both heartbreaking and hope filled.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to trying her recipes.&amp;nbsp; And she included the caraway soup recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was published by Wordsmithy, LLC&amp;nbsp; I can't find it on Amazon.&amp;nbsp; It is definitely worth searching for.&amp;nbsp; Agnes I am grateful that you have touched my life.&amp;nbsp; Blessings on your journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1265413035796332043?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1265413035796332043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1265413035796332043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1265413035796332043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1265413035796332043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-swallows-wings.html' title='On Swallow&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-9075246428039753969</id><published>2011-09-03T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:47:36.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap</title><content type='html'>This morning was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids slept late and I caught up on my e-mail and virus scans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the soap making basket out and set to work.&amp;nbsp; I now have a batch of mandarin orange soap and an experimental batch of lemongrass shampoo setting up.&amp;nbsp; My last batch of soap still has more than a week before I can use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son wanted to practice driving.&amp;nbsp; He needs another 24 hours before he can test for his license.&amp;nbsp; He'll have way more than that by the time he can take his test on November 1 when the 120 day wait is over.&amp;nbsp; The time frame after getting his permit.&amp;nbsp; I'm counting the days even if he isn't.&amp;nbsp; No more driving him to work and back.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&amp;nbsp; I must admit he's a pretty good driver.&amp;nbsp; So, today I had a chauffeur for all of my errands.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the fire house to file the minutes at the meeting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Aerie Mountain to buy soap.&amp;nbsp; One bar for each bathroom.&amp;nbsp; If I must buy soap because I didn't make enough to last it will be from Roxanne.&amp;nbsp; She taught me how to make soap many years ago and has wonderful product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we stopped to buy the beef tenderloin that son is going to make for us on Monday.&amp;nbsp; I also treated him to a mocha coolatta.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove up West River Road and back East River Road.&amp;nbsp; The air was clear and crisp.&amp;nbsp; Though warm you can tell that fall is in the air.&amp;nbsp; Aaaah!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted on FB that I made soap and I had several inquiries about soap making classes.&amp;nbsp; I've taught a few friends as barter for goods and services.&amp;nbsp; I have friends coming in a few weeks for a class.&amp;nbsp; They gave each other a gift certificate for soap making lessons.&amp;nbsp; I'd definitely give more lessons to any one interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-9075246428039753969?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9075246428039753969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=9075246428039753969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9075246428039753969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/9075246428039753969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/09/soap.html' title='Soap'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2657658502028008554</id><published>2011-08-31T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:41:05.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school for son and youngest.&amp;nbsp; I took their pictures much to their chagrin.&amp;nbsp; Mother's prerogative. Youngest is decked out in her new knee high black boots, skinny jeans and transformers t-shirt.&amp;nbsp; Son dressed like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off they went and hubby and I enjoyed a breakfast date.&amp;nbsp; The kids were ready to go back.&amp;nbsp; They miss a routine.&amp;nbsp; I was ready.&amp;nbsp; By summer's end and working on hubby's days off we really need to reconnect.&amp;nbsp; My days will change from his days off to his days on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the four of us enjoyed a nice day at Six Flags.&amp;nbsp; I was able to ride the carousel.&amp;nbsp; We ate chicken wraps for lunch so we didn't feel weighed down by grease.&amp;nbsp; Youngest was thrilled to be without the girl scouts.&amp;nbsp; She got to ride the rides she wanted and their was no whining.&amp;nbsp; Son had a great time riding all of the scary rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL has changed her labor day picnic to the following Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Her sister will be visiting then.&amp;nbsp; It is the day of the fire department picnic.&amp;nbsp; Guess where we will be?&amp;nbsp; She said to tell her son she would lay a guilt trip on him.&amp;nbsp; Message was conveyed.&amp;nbsp; He rolled his eyes and said we'll be at the fire department.&amp;nbsp; OK, you call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the kids were supposed to start school.&amp;nbsp; Hurricane Irene changed that up a little.&amp;nbsp; We lost power most of Sunday.&amp;nbsp; And the cable (TV, phone and internet) were out until Tuesday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I looked at the few little things that were supposed to be done on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I yelled, started cleaning, discovered new issues and yelled some more.&amp;nbsp; The chores were completed and I cleaned some more before heading to the grocery store. The cool crisp air and kids returning to school bring out my cleaning bug.&amp;nbsp; That and the total disregard for the house by the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning out cabinets and shelves the past couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; I have a few closets and my office yet to do.&amp;nbsp; And my big winter project is updating and reorganizing my materia medica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what is spinning around in my head at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2657658502028008554?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2657658502028008554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2657658502028008554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2657658502028008554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2657658502028008554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-404442650778546544</id><published>2011-08-27T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:55:19.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHC'/><title type='text'>WHC 2011</title><content type='html'>This past weekend youngest and I headed to the New England Women's Herbal Conference.&amp;nbsp; My friend Rose joined us for the ride.&amp;nbsp; The forecast was thunderstorms the entire time.&amp;nbsp; That was not what I wanted for camping weather.&amp;nbsp; I called in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early Friday morning as the sun began to peak through.&amp;nbsp; We arrived at the camp in New Hampshire by 10 AM to a beautiful day of sunshine.&amp;nbsp; We registered, bought t-shirts and set up the tent.&amp;nbsp; We ate our picnic lunch and had time to explore before opening circle.&amp;nbsp; This was a new camp this year and it felt good to get the lay of the land before the week end kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest took just as many "adult" classes as she did circle within a circle classes.&amp;nbsp; Rose loaned her a drum and she was able to take Mz Imani's class.&amp;nbsp; Latter that night and Saturday night she was able to play in the band. This was one of her highlights.&amp;nbsp; She also picked out a beautiful amethyst pendulum at the vendor booths.&amp;nbsp; Many kind souls taught her how to use it.&amp;nbsp; We had some one on one time and were able to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my classes as usual.&amp;nbsp; It is so inspiring to get different insights and perspectives.&amp;nbsp; I skipped one class to have a Mayan abdominal massage.&amp;nbsp; So worth it.&amp;nbsp; I really concentrated on taking better notes this year so I can go back to them later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to come home Sunday at 3:30 and the rain started a few minutes later.&amp;nbsp; Perfect.&amp;nbsp; We made really good time coming home.&amp;nbsp; And while we were away hubby and son had a manly man weekend.&amp;nbsp; It involved guns, army navy stores and Hooters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And more importantly it involved one on one time between father and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-404442650778546544?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/404442650778546544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=404442650778546544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/404442650778546544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/404442650778546544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/whc-2011.html' title='WHC 2011'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8127755942274675517</id><published>2011-08-13T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:46:34.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>For the first time in years I may have to buy soap.&amp;nbsp; My last batch did not cure right and melts away rather quickly.&amp;nbsp; And I have friends inquiring about purchasing items. So, today after a lovely morning with friends discussing books over tea I got busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brewed up a calendula infusion for my toner. I set some oil and beeswax over a double boiler for my lip balm and prepared an ice bath for soap making.&amp;nbsp; Toner is done and labeled.&amp;nbsp; Thirty lip balms are waiting for labels and a batch of lavender &amp;amp; lime soap is setting up nicely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pick up some more oil and start another batch of soap and experiment on my shampoo bars again.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then made hot wings for son, BBQ wings for hubby and mustard grilled chicken legs for dinner. I tried a new recipe - quinoa&amp;nbsp;tabbouleh as a side.&amp;nbsp; Next time I use a little less vinaigrette than called for but all those fresh cukes and tomatoes with parsley and mint from the garden worked well with the quinoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to the beach for a few.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8127755942274675517?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8127755942274675517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8127755942274675517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8127755942274675517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8127755942274675517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-702100723648247450</id><published>2011-08-11T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:51:35.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is flying</title><content type='html'>Wow, where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since vacation, I've worked, played at the beach, visited friends, hosted and attended picnics and started buying school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traded in my big Highlander for a Subaru Outback.&amp;nbsp; I no longer need such a big car with fewer kids at home and the really good gas mileage is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's cousins came for a picnic.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I wish they lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the women's herbal conference.&amp;nbsp; Wohoo!!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait. It is always a good time.&amp;nbsp; Youngest will be coming again this year.&amp;nbsp; It's at a new camp so it will take a few to settle into the new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Gladstar announced her advanced herbal training class for next year.&amp;nbsp; And after some discussion with hubby I sent out my deposit.&amp;nbsp; It meets one week end a month for six months starting in May. It is in Vermont. &amp;nbsp;It just feels so right.&amp;nbsp; I really need something to challenge my brain.&amp;nbsp; I feel like mush lately. It will take some coordination with his work schedule and for planning next summer's vacation.&amp;nbsp; And MIL said she could take the kids if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading like crazy.&amp;nbsp; And I've been meeting as often as I can make it with a book club on Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been steady at work since returning from vacation so that is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had my niece and nephew spend the night a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; My brother and his wife were thrilled to have a night alone.&amp;nbsp; I got to be a really good auntie.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun.&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/7393794908200978325-702100723648247450?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/702100723648247450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=702100723648247450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/702100723648247450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/702100723648247450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-is-flying.html' title='Summer is flying'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3120864669482315135</id><published>2011-07-21T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:11:46.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Vacation was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; No drama - no tension.&amp;nbsp; We spent the week in Virginia exploring the Shenandoah mountains.&amp;nbsp; We drove the skyline drive and hiked three different days in the park.&amp;nbsp; I took a ton of pictures of the wild flowers.&amp;nbsp; We saw plenty of deer and bear.&amp;nbsp; Hubby and the kids went horseback riding one day while I went on a ranger led discovery (weed) walk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a day exploring Luray caverns and museums.&amp;nbsp; Another day we headed down to see the natural bridge.&amp;nbsp; We drove back via the blue ridge parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at little mom and pop places as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed some delicious fried green tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; And the beef brisket melted in your mouth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3120864669482315135?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3120864669482315135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3120864669482315135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3120864669482315135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3120864669482315135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation_21.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4856878599617937471</id><published>2011-07-06T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:49:56.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>One more day and we will be on the road.&amp;nbsp; Woohoo!!&amp;nbsp; Vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to the bike trail on the 4th.&amp;nbsp; We thought the beaches would be way to crowded.&amp;nbsp; They loved it.&amp;nbsp; So much so they have been back every day since.&amp;nbsp; I missed today as they went while I was at work.&amp;nbsp; The exercise feels good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I work in the morning and pack in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Try to make something for supper.&amp;nbsp; I've been emptying the fridge because we will be gone so it's slim pickings.&amp;nbsp; And I don't want any leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I baked muffins for the road.&amp;nbsp; I used my friendship bread starter.&amp;nbsp; There are chocolate with peanut butter chips and butterscotch muffins.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in answer to the map as a back up to my GPS.&amp;nbsp; My GPS hasn't failed me yet.&amp;nbsp; It is really helpful at times but, I'm old school.&amp;nbsp; I like maps.&amp;nbsp; I like to plot out my route and look at my alternatives.&amp;nbsp; The GPS makes you stay in the very present moment with only the name of the next turn ahead.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not one to follow blindly or hell I rarely follow at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4856878599617937471?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4856878599617937471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4856878599617937471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4856878599617937471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4856878599617937471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-270771439016007300</id><published>2011-07-04T07:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:51:11.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my &lt;a href="http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4-1906.html"&gt;grandma's &lt;/a&gt;105th birthday.&amp;nbsp; Perfect day for her to enter the world.&amp;nbsp; Not only is she the greatest woman to ever walk the face of the earth (in my very biased opinion) but she truly was a firecracker.&amp;nbsp; I know you are still with me.&amp;nbsp; Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the family picnic.&amp;nbsp; It was a cool rainy day.&amp;nbsp; Son had to leave early so he could go to work.&amp;nbsp; We discussed taking two cars.&amp;nbsp; But, hubby liked my thought.&amp;nbsp; We all left early.&amp;nbsp; Son went to work.&amp;nbsp; I finished my needlepoint for my cousin's new baby, and he took youngest to see Transformers and then to the book store.&amp;nbsp; Son wasn't interested in the movie.&amp;nbsp; Youngest loves the transformer series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my good deeds for the week and talked for a long time with great grandma.&amp;nbsp; The conversation changed slightly from the past but the essence was the same.&amp;nbsp; There has not been one good teacher since her mother taught school.&amp;nbsp; Not only did great great grandma teach school but she was the principal as well.&amp;nbsp; No one is hiring because they are too busy waiting to see what that awful president of ours is going to do.&amp;nbsp; And, why are so many cars going down her road - all there is are a couple of farms and the state forest.&amp;nbsp; These kids must be up to no good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I nod and smile and let her talk.&amp;nbsp; There is no point in arguing or even discussing the matter.&amp;nbsp; It really is rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the questions about what do you hear from oldest.&amp;nbsp; Not much.&amp;nbsp; She answers her father's weekly e-mails and that is about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my rhubarb pie which my father-in-love thinks is the greatest thing ever.&amp;nbsp; When he tries something new of mine he compares it to my pie.&amp;nbsp; My crab cakes he said were right up there with the rhubarb pie (best compliment ever).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My rhubarb pie is mixed with sugar and spice and chopped pecans.&amp;nbsp; It is topped with a crumb topping.&amp;nbsp; Not a strawberry in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made my potato salad.&amp;nbsp; Youngest asked for that.&amp;nbsp; Son wanted to but he refused to say he liked the same thing as his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we eat leftovers.&amp;nbsp; We leave on vacation Friday and we need to purge the fridge.&amp;nbsp; We have ribs and salad, manicotti and eggplant parm, lots of fresh fruit and a few other tid bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is the town parade.&amp;nbsp; Hubby will be driving a fire truck in the half mile parade.&amp;nbsp; I get to watch one for the first time.&amp;nbsp; No more girl scout marches.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy your day and your independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-270771439016007300?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/270771439016007300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=270771439016007300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/270771439016007300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/270771439016007300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7763343678797873005</id><published>2011-07-03T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:41:21.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>It is early Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; The pie is cooling for the family fourth of July picnic.&amp;nbsp; The potato salad is chilling in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; Friday morning we leave on vacation.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&amp;nbsp; I love to travel.&amp;nbsp; And this area we are headed to is new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I printed out packing lists for everyone.&amp;nbsp; I keep an excel spreadsheet - check off list on file.&amp;nbsp; I just adjust the number of outfits and hit print.&amp;nbsp; I make notes on my list and update it when we return.&amp;nbsp; This really keeps the number of things forgotten to a minimum.&amp;nbsp; And, I don't have to pack for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed out maps for me.&amp;nbsp; I like a back up for the GPS.&amp;nbsp; I looked up coupons and discounts for the area.&amp;nbsp; Made notes of possible activities and prices.&amp;nbsp; I checked out restaurants.&amp;nbsp;I updated the address sheet for postcards (oldest will miss her first vacation). &amp;nbsp;All in the comfort of my p.j.'s.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids pulled out the atlases last night and tried to guess the destination.&amp;nbsp; The correct guess gets a little extra spending money on the trip.&amp;nbsp; I limit spending money.&amp;nbsp; This way I don't hear I want, I want, I want... they really think about it and make pretty good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't tell them where we are going.&amp;nbsp; We made the mistake once early on and after talking to bio she slammed it so bad they didn't want to go.&amp;nbsp; So, all of our vacations have been a mystery destination.&amp;nbsp; Their clues this time.&amp;nbsp; We are driving, we will be gone a week, we do not have passports,&amp;nbsp;they have never been to this city/town before&amp;nbsp;and they will be in the car 16 hours (so it takes 8 hours to get there).&amp;nbsp; The packing list has the number of hours they must amuse themselves in the car.&amp;nbsp; I do not have a DVD player or &amp;nbsp;lap top.&amp;nbsp; This means MP3 players, books, sketch pads etc.&amp;nbsp; They also know from the clothing that they will be some place warm and that we will be hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case the stumble across this blog ..... I'll fill you in when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7763343678797873005?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7763343678797873005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7763343678797873005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7763343678797873005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7763343678797873005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7331486574949753643</id><published>2011-07-01T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T19:15:25.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>passing</title><content type='html'>So many things to blog about, so many things on my mind and in my life but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call last night.&amp;nbsp; My friend Mare who has battled lung cancer and most recently brain cancer passed from this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I saw her.&amp;nbsp; We sat on her porch in the sunshine.&amp;nbsp; Words would form in her brain but could not come out correctly.&amp;nbsp; She was frustrated.&amp;nbsp; But, then we just sat.&amp;nbsp; No words really need to be spoken.&amp;nbsp; She had greeted me that day with a hug and the few words that she could form and tumble out correctly - I may never see you again.&amp;nbsp; We parted with hugs and I told her how much I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see her again.&amp;nbsp; The radiation made her bloated and weak but her words were clear and urgent.&amp;nbsp; Our last day together she told me of her funeral arrangements that she had made.&amp;nbsp; She was putting her affairs in order.&amp;nbsp; We were on a trip to sell our unwanted jewelry.&amp;nbsp; She walked slowly, a cane in one hand and my hand in her other.&amp;nbsp; I treated her to lunch and we talked.&amp;nbsp; Surface talk and deep talk.&amp;nbsp; Smiles and laughter.&amp;nbsp; I knew and she knew the time was coming near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the call.&amp;nbsp; I talked to her husband.&amp;nbsp; Offered what help and comfort I could through his tears.&amp;nbsp; I will be at the memorial service next week.&amp;nbsp; And today I reflected.&amp;nbsp; I could hear her laugh and see her smile.&amp;nbsp; I will miss you Marieann Halloran.&amp;nbsp; Blessings on your journey my sweet friend.&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7331486574949753643?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7331486574949753643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7331486574949753643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7331486574949753643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7331486574949753643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/07/passing.html' title='passing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2145011587985190539</id><published>2011-06-28T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:01:09.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickity Place</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday three lovely goddesses and I went on a road trip.&amp;nbsp; One friend wanted to introduce us to &lt;a href="http://www.pickityplace.com/"&gt;Pickity Place&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is a place she had been introduced to some 19 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We gathered and I drove the 2 1/2 hours to New Hampshire down this dirt road to an enchanted place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are herb gardens surrounding the property.&amp;nbsp; There is a green house and garden shop.&amp;nbsp; There is an herbal shop and a five course meal waiting for you.&amp;nbsp; The little red farmhouse was used as the illustration in the Golden Book's &lt;em&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu changes monthly to reflect the season.&amp;nbsp; Herbs from the garden are part of the treat.&amp;nbsp; June's menu was tomato herb spread on crackers, cream of broccoli soup with smoked Gouda, a black bean and quinoa salad with a lime vinaigrette, a choice of one of two entrees (we all chose the spinach flan) with sesame green beans and a chocolate tart with fruit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in the rain a good time was had.&amp;nbsp; We are plotting our next trip.&amp;nbsp; A great place, a great day and great friends.&amp;nbsp; Life is sweet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2145011587985190539?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2145011587985190539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2145011587985190539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2145011587985190539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2145011587985190539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/pickity-place.html' title='Pickity Place'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7603740022155661322</id><published>2011-06-13T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:07:02.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been filled with storms.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbors to the North were devastated by tornadoes.&amp;nbsp; My prayers to them.&amp;nbsp; Our dinner guest this past week end is a lineman for the electric company.&amp;nbsp; He has been working crazy hours getting the power back on.&amp;nbsp; He had to cancel on dinner and work all night.&amp;nbsp; His girlfriend was mad.&amp;nbsp; His family is annoyed that he went to work.&amp;nbsp; I understood.&amp;nbsp; Though if he apologised one more time..... Aaaarrgh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, I had already made the pies (3 - one for dinner, one for left overs and one for him to take home) and the salads.&amp;nbsp; He had asked for burgers on the grill.&amp;nbsp; So, youngest and I made a trip North and brought him a care package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kindergarten friend asked when I was swinging by with a batch of cookies.&amp;nbsp; So, tonight I will be delivering a batch to the fire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids think I should start a care package business.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last full day of school.&amp;nbsp; Half days until Friday and the kids are out for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip North we stopped and visited with MIL and FIL.&amp;nbsp; Youngest asked if she could stay the night (along with son) for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp; So we will be childless during our celebration.&amp;nbsp; I'm in charge of dinner reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also asked if she could come for a week this summer.&amp;nbsp; MIL said that would be wonderful and we would work out when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does youngest get what she wants and the other kids don't?&amp;nbsp; She is not afraid to ask.&amp;nbsp; Don't know where she gets that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking and weeding flower beds and reading a lot.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to lazy days at the beach with kindle in hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've been up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7603740022155661322?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7603740022155661322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7603740022155661322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7603740022155661322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7603740022155661322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6618593829331891429</id><published>2011-06-05T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:52:02.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No you Didn't part 2</title><content type='html'>So, Friday night was our last Girl Scout event.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Discovery Museum in Bridgeport.&amp;nbsp; They split all of the girls into two teams - 8 positions each.&amp;nbsp; The girls had to apply for the positions they wanted.&amp;nbsp; One team ran mission control and one team ran the spaceship headed to the moon.&amp;nbsp; Halfway through the teams switched positions.&amp;nbsp; Each of the two rooms were set up like either a spaceship or mission control.&amp;nbsp; It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the event is about an hour and a half from home.&amp;nbsp; We met early enough to stop for supper on the way.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at this diner that had everything from burgers and fries to Italian.&amp;nbsp; I ordered a lush salad topped with green apples, cranberries, crumbled blue cheese and walnuts.&amp;nbsp; Youngest had a grilled cheese with onion rings and our leader had stuffed shells. HE came along and whined about wanting McDonald's.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter whined about wanting subway.&amp;nbsp; We had passed a subway and leader said we could stop their afterwards.&amp;nbsp; Because that was an option the one other girl to come opted for subway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son ordered fries.&amp;nbsp; They looked really good.&amp;nbsp; He complained about the shape.&amp;nbsp; They were steak fries.&amp;nbsp; He offered sister and friend to try them.&amp;nbsp; When youngest asked if she could try one he said, "No, it's not like I'm going to try your onion rings."&amp;nbsp; (Not because she wouldn't offer but because he is so picky)&amp;nbsp; Leader made him give her one.&amp;nbsp; When we left over half the plate was still filled with fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in a large booth.&amp;nbsp; I was on the inside.&amp;nbsp; Sister in the middle and HE was on the outside.&amp;nbsp; When he whined about not having enough room leader told them to move in that their was a foot between sister and me.&amp;nbsp; Sister claimed there was only 6 inches and HE said, "Don't worry I won't make you move down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left the diner and went to subway for the girls.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to McDonald's for him.&amp;nbsp; And we wonder why we have a problem with them eating.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My comment would be eat at the diner or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at this point HE realizes that this is an all girl event (Hello - girl scout event).&amp;nbsp; HE doesn't want to hang with the girls.&amp;nbsp; Leader said she would walk around the museum with him while I went with the girls.&amp;nbsp; Hey, do you really trust me with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the event HE came into the "spaceship" with leader.&amp;nbsp; He later said he wished he could have participated.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; There was no room any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home HE was eating pretzel rods.&amp;nbsp; He passed the bag to sister and her friend.&amp;nbsp; When youngest asked if she could have one HE said, "No, there are not enough."&amp;nbsp; Leader made him give her one.&amp;nbsp; HE was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to bite my tongue the entire trip.&amp;nbsp; And Leader, do you really want to know why youngest does not want to join Girl Scouts next year?&amp;nbsp; Two words - sister and HE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6618593829331891429?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6618593829331891429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6618593829331891429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6618593829331891429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6618593829331891429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-you-didnt-part-2.html' title='No you Didn&apos;t part 2'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1952910747393728980</id><published>2011-06-03T07:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:36:19.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No you didn't</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I went with the Girl Scouts to Six Flags.&amp;nbsp; It was me, the leader and the four girls.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and wait the leaders son.&amp;nbsp; He is in the sixth grade.&amp;nbsp; He will be 12 later this month.&amp;nbsp; His father was home that day so he could have stayed home but no... what he wants he gets.&amp;nbsp; I had actually been looking forward to this trip.&amp;nbsp; I don't ride very many rides but I'm content to wait for the girls to go on the rides they want (next time I'm bringing a book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while leader and one girl headed to the coaster that looped I took the rest back to the snack shack because HE wanted fries.&amp;nbsp; On the way we stopped for a ride with no wait.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't happy.&amp;nbsp; So, we get to the snack shack.&amp;nbsp; The sell fries, cheese fries, chicken tender combos with fries and a steak sandwich combo.&amp;nbsp; Leader makes it back before it was time to order.&amp;nbsp; HE orders chicken tenders and a fries.&amp;nbsp; The girl at the counter asked if he wanted a combo.&amp;nbsp; NO, I want them separate.&amp;nbsp; It would be cheaper to get a combo.&amp;nbsp; No, I just want an order of chicken tenders and an order of fries.&amp;nbsp; I explained the difference and HE very strongly said NO, THAT"S WHAT MY MOM WANTS!&amp;nbsp; OK, I said to the girl give him what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His order comes and Leader is not happy.&amp;nbsp; She wanted him to get a combo and an order of fries.&amp;nbsp; I explained that he got just what he ordered.&amp;nbsp; And she says to me, "That is not what he ordered.&amp;nbsp; HE said you got involved and screwed everything up!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually bit my tongue - she was my ride home, my daughter deserved to enjoy the rest of the day and I wouldn't give that little .... the satisfaction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader got back in line for an order of fries.&amp;nbsp; Which by the way no one ate.&amp;nbsp; With what everyone else had ordered and shared everyone was full.&amp;nbsp; And these were probably the worst french fries I have ever had.&amp;nbsp; Soggy and limp with no flavor.&amp;nbsp; Like the oil wasn't hot enough.&amp;nbsp; She wrapped the fries and put them in her bag.&amp;nbsp; Really!&amp;nbsp; They were bad hot I can't imagine what they would be like later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leaving at 5 and it was now 12:30.&amp;nbsp; From this point on HE wanted to know when we were going home.&amp;nbsp; HE whined the rest of the day (he was wining before this too - he's just a whiner)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad youngest is done with girl scouts after tonight.&amp;nbsp; The leader keeps asking her about next year and she keeps saying - "No, I'm joining the fire department."&amp;nbsp; What she doesn't say is that she thinks both your kids are obnoxious spoiled brats and she's tired of doing what they want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1952910747393728980?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1952910747393728980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1952910747393728980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1952910747393728980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1952910747393728980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-you-didnt.html' title='No you didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4290777306824832132</id><published>2011-05-27T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:22:44.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Hubby&amp;nbsp;flew out Wednesday morning.&amp;nbsp; Spent the day on planes, drove two hours and checked into the hotel.&amp;nbsp; He made it to oldest's graduation ceremony.&amp;nbsp; He was able to stand where the graduates entered onto the field for the ceremony.&amp;nbsp; He called her name and after the initial shock she just beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio walked right by him without seeing him.&amp;nbsp; Understandable when not expecting him to show up.&amp;nbsp; He said hello and she was civil.&amp;nbsp; Introduced him to the new hubby and step son.&amp;nbsp; He said they were friendly and the step son was full of questions about police work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was planned for the next day so hubby took oldest and oldest son along with his girlfriend to lunch.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards he took them into the mountains for some sight seeing.&amp;nbsp; Neither kids had seen any of the sights since arriving,&amp;nbsp; And oldest son had been their over two years.&amp;nbsp; So, hubby spent the afternoon with his kids.&amp;nbsp; Oldest was thrilled to see him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio gave oldest her sims card from her camera and hubby was able to make a disc of pictures from the prom and graduation.&amp;nbsp; He also had his camera for graduation as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby needed to go.&amp;nbsp; And oldest needed him to come.&amp;nbsp; It was a win-win situation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she is looking at the community college in general studies.&amp;nbsp; She's not sure what she wants to be.&amp;nbsp; So, all the nursing talk is out the window.&amp;nbsp; That's too bad.&amp;nbsp; I know she really wants to work with kids so maybe something will come of that.&amp;nbsp; At least she's trying to continue her education.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4290777306824832132?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4290777306824832132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4290777306824832132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4290777306824832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4290777306824832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4692075783440086928</id><published>2011-05-22T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T07:29:38.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, I wonder</title><content type='html'>Oldest e-mailed her teacher and said she was worried about youngest.&amp;nbsp; Youngest doesn't answer her messages on facebook.&amp;nbsp; Oldest really got along well with this teacher and they have kept in touch since she moved on to the higher grades and since moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see - you tried to mother youngest - and mother&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;sense&amp;nbsp;of &amp;nbsp;bio type of mother - not the nurturing type of mother.&amp;nbsp; You made your sister lie for you and keep secrets.&amp;nbsp; You have not called the house once since moving.&amp;nbsp; Your messages claim that you and bio miss her soooo very much.&amp;nbsp; No phone calls, no letters, no birthday card, no birthday present, nothing but a rare facebook message.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait, the birthday present you told her was being sent on her birthday now a month later you tell her hasn't been bought yet.&amp;nbsp; But as soon as the town opens up for tourist season bio will be sure to buy her a gift and mail it.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait, will that be right after she sends son his present.&amp;nbsp; I mean after all his birthday was in December.&amp;nbsp; And bio herself told him she was sending him the boots he wanted.&amp;nbsp; (The ones we bought last summer)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see bio has called once since you moved.&amp;nbsp; That five minute conversation caused youngest to have nightmares for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you moved youngest sighed a big sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad she's gone.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to lie and keep secrets any more."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A week ago a teacher asked her if she missed you.&amp;nbsp; She came home to tell us.&amp;nbsp; And asked what her answer was she said, " Not at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oldest, your sister is just fine.&amp;nbsp; Actually her and your brother are doing great since you left.&amp;nbsp; They are calmer, the stress you put them under is gone.&amp;nbsp; School is going great.&amp;nbsp; She loves her new room.&amp;nbsp; She loves being honest.&amp;nbsp; She loves being able to dress the way she wants, say what she feels and wear her hair the way she likes it without you tattling to bio.&amp;nbsp; You may miss your sister because you are alone in hell but, hey that was your choice.&amp;nbsp; If you want to believe all the lies bio feeds you go right ahead.&amp;nbsp; But, your sister isn't buying it from her or from you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4692075783440086928?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4692075783440086928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4692075783440086928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4692075783440086928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4692075783440086928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/gee-i-wonder.html' title='Gee, I wonder'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6230580444226255369</id><published>2011-05-20T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:43:18.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>care packages</title><content type='html'>Next week is our adopted nephew's birthday.&amp;nbsp; He worked in Florida for the winter and is now at his summer job in Utah.&amp;nbsp; So, we put together a care package with sunscreen and after sun, home made toner and lip balm and cookies - lots of cookies.&amp;nbsp; Milk chocolate chip with walnuts, white chocolate chips with macadamia nuts, peanut butter and Wheaties cookies.&amp;nbsp; He should be in cookie heaven for a few days at least.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of phone tag my J (EC) and I finally connected.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it's been so long since he came to dinner.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to have a family picnic in March and when that didn't happen time just slipped away.&amp;nbsp; So, he'll be coming in June for a cook out.&amp;nbsp; He said he wanted hamburgers on the grill.&amp;nbsp; So, I will be make a bunch of side salads he can take home in his care package.&amp;nbsp; Some home made vanilla ice cream (he loves that) and something else sweet for dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6230580444226255369?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6230580444226255369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6230580444226255369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6230580444226255369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6230580444226255369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/care-packages.html' title='care packages'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4479851031525992346</id><published>2011-05-17T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:08:28.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PPT</title><content type='html'>This morning hubby and I went to PPT meetings for both son and youngest.&amp;nbsp; The reports were glowing.&amp;nbsp; Son is doing really well except in the classes he doesn't like.&amp;nbsp; He knows the material but doesn't put in the effort (he is so my brother).&amp;nbsp; But, he is the leader in group work, mature, professional and polite.&amp;nbsp; He is do for his testing for eligbility in the program next year.&amp;nbsp; The expect he will test out of special ed.&amp;nbsp; He is in two co-taught classes at the moment and the rest are general level.&amp;nbsp; He does not take advantage of any of his available resources now.&amp;nbsp; And next year he will be in class in the morning and ROTC in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; He is determined he will be a marine.&amp;nbsp; He even runs every afternoon with an ALICE pack on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest struggles a little bit but not from lack of effort.&amp;nbsp; Her teachers are impressed with the amount of effort she puts into her work.&amp;nbsp; They keep trying new techniques to help her with the subject matter.&amp;nbsp; Her reading level has come way up.&amp;nbsp; The fact that she reads all the time is a bonus to all of her subjects.&amp;nbsp; Like her brother she is not big on group work or socializing much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We voiced some concern over a couple of the boys in her class that distract her - the same ones who pester her on the bus.&amp;nbsp; They said they would look into that.&amp;nbsp; But, they related that one of them made a comment she didn't agree with in class and she stood right up to him and the rest of the kids in class backed her.&amp;nbsp; Her teacher says she does participate in class and has no problems voicing her opinions (gee, where does she get that from?).&amp;nbsp; They said they noticed even at lunch she will give an opinion and back it up and that other kids are looking to her as a leader of what is right and wrong (in a very good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was good reports all the way around.&amp;nbsp; And then hubby treated me to breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4479851031525992346?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4479851031525992346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4479851031525992346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4479851031525992346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4479851031525992346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/ppt.html' title='PPT'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7777940241552408805</id><published>2011-05-04T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:28:45.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>priceless</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we received an announcement in the mail for oldest's high school graduation.&amp;nbsp; Hubby was in tears.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to see her graduate.&amp;nbsp; Then go I said.&amp;nbsp; But the money....&amp;nbsp; And some things are more important than money.&amp;nbsp; We will figure it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted her to finish and graduate here.&amp;nbsp; I know - but you fly out and surprise her.&amp;nbsp; What about my work schedule.&amp;nbsp; We checked the calender and he is not working.&amp;nbsp; I checked prices on flights and hotels.&amp;nbsp; By tomorrow night you decide if you want to spend one night or two I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, round trip airfare $390.10, hotel for two nights (with a gym and breakfast) $118.10, car rental $65.91 for a total of $574.11.&amp;nbsp; Watching your daughter graduate high school - priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that she doesn't know he's coming - even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7777940241552408805?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7777940241552408805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7777940241552408805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7777940241552408805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7777940241552408805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/priceless.html' title='priceless'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6771335894382763282</id><published>2011-05-03T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:09:45.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Bad</title><content type='html'>Sunday my brother and his family along with my parents came over.&amp;nbsp; My brother was taking a bed, two closets, a swing set and two trees.&amp;nbsp; It sounded simple enough.&amp;nbsp; Hubby took the closets apart for easy moving.&amp;nbsp; The swing set needed a little help as the bolts were hard to remove but a little WD-40 and two men with tools and it came down and was loaded into the truck.&amp;nbsp; Then the trees.&amp;nbsp; They fell right where they should have (yeah) and then branches were hauled to the burn area.&amp;nbsp; Logs were loaded onto the trailer.&amp;nbsp; Even the kids helped.&amp;nbsp; And when they were tired youngest made them lunch and kept them occupied.&amp;nbsp; Some five plus hours later the simple job was complete.&amp;nbsp; Sun was shining where once it was extremely dark.&amp;nbsp; This should help with the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 months since son's birthday.&amp;nbsp; It's been three weeks since youngest's birthday.&amp;nbsp; The week of son's birthday bio told him should would send him the boots he wanted as a gift.&amp;nbsp; I guess he knew she wasn't serious because he didn't bother to tell her we had bought them the previous summer.&amp;nbsp; Still waiting on a card or a gift or something.&amp;nbsp; Oldest asked youngest what she wanted for her birthday in a series of instant messages.&amp;nbsp; On her birthday she posted a sweet happy birthday from all the family in Arizona.&amp;nbsp; She listed everyone.&amp;nbsp; She also stated her present was in the mail.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, OK.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure bio told oldest she would get something for youngest.&amp;nbsp; Oldest still believes her.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm more upset than the kids.&amp;nbsp; I just don't get it.&amp;nbsp; And if you are not sending anything - keep your mouth SHUT!!!&amp;nbsp; So, since January 19 the kids have talked to bio once.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't call, she doesn't write and yet, she is the greatest thing since sliced bread.&amp;nbsp; OK, I guess that is what really irks me.&amp;nbsp; I'm the one they expect to take care of them and spoil them and she is their hero. {and for the record the less contact they have the better off they are - you can see it in them} [and the one time she did call and talk for five minutes youngest had nightmares for a week]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,.....&amp;nbsp; I'm the one getting hugs and kisses.&amp;nbsp; And I'm the one watching them grow.&amp;nbsp; And I'm the one molding them into productive adults.&amp;nbsp; And that makes it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom and I are off to visit my cousin and her new baby.&amp;nbsp; I had fun picking out all kinds of cute baby girl outfits.&amp;nbsp; I finished the needlepoint last night.&amp;nbsp; We will stop and pick up a frame on the way.&amp;nbsp; I'll try and remember to take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6771335894382763282?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6771335894382763282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6771335894382763282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6771335894382763282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6771335894382763282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-and-bad.html' title='Good and Bad'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4960386888181147543</id><published>2011-04-30T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:37:00.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book review</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Julia's Chocolates&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; I had a hard putting the book down.&amp;nbsp; Luckily last night was Friday and no alarm clocks going off in the morning and I read until the end.&amp;nbsp; It was a women's story, a story of abuse - child, alcohol, domestic violence.&amp;nbsp; It was a story about finding yourself, valuing yourself - living life on your own terms.&amp;nbsp; You felt the raw emotions of each of the characters and celebrated with their triumphs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4960386888181147543?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4960386888181147543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4960386888181147543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4960386888181147543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4960386888181147543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-review.html' title='Book review'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6718802687279061364</id><published>2011-04-28T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:46:21.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Today was parent's day at the middle school.&amp;nbsp; You arrive for home room and follow your child around for their first two periods.&amp;nbsp; I asked youngest what classes she had&amp;nbsp; today last night at supper.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Did you get an e-mail?&amp;nbsp; How did you know?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my mail and it has been on the calender for a month.&amp;nbsp; Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if she was happy or not but....&amp;nbsp; This morning as I talked to hubby and said he could meet us there (in uniform)&amp;nbsp; because he wouldn't have enough time to come home and change she lit up.&amp;nbsp; The smile went from ear to ear.&amp;nbsp; Daddy was coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her to school and she headed to her locker and then back to the office to meet daddy.&amp;nbsp; Well, she took his hand and wouldn't let go.&amp;nbsp; She dragged him around the halls beaming.&amp;nbsp; She was showing him off to any one who would look.&amp;nbsp; And let me tell you a state trooper walking around the school gets attention.&amp;nbsp; A few hi Mr. Police Officer's and we were off to homeroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then English.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was off duty at this time but he received a call during class.&amp;nbsp; He slipped out of the room.&amp;nbsp; Her brightly lit up face fell.&amp;nbsp; Her whole posture just dropped.&amp;nbsp; On the way to the next class I explained he got a call.&amp;nbsp; They were looking for someone the night before and they must have found him.&amp;nbsp; (They did in his underwear on some one's front porch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he finished up and was able to make it back before the class ended.&amp;nbsp; You would have thought she won the lottery.&amp;nbsp; It was the end of study hall so she was free to move.&amp;nbsp; She came and wrapped her arms around daddy who was kneeling by "my" desk.&amp;nbsp; Her head rested on top of his.&amp;nbsp; She was in her glory.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited that not only did daddy get a hug and a kiss good bye but so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left I explained to hubby how thrilled he should be that his 13 y/o wanted to hold his hand and show him off still.&amp;nbsp; Yeah - it was worth missing some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6718802687279061364?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6718802687279061364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6718802687279061364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6718802687279061364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6718802687279061364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3239829249319267152</id><published>2011-04-27T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:59:12.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Easter turned out to be sunny - well until late in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I was able to hide candy filled eggs outside for my niece and nephew.&amp;nbsp; They are just the cutest.&amp;nbsp; They are at that really fun age - so excited by all the little things in life.&amp;nbsp; They were thrilled to hunt for eggs and color.&amp;nbsp; Youngest had a ball playing with them all afternoon.&amp;nbsp; At one point my niece looks at me and says, "know what my name is&amp;nbsp; S-I-L-L-Y, Silly."&amp;nbsp; And then she giggled.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was so relaxed.&amp;nbsp; Saturday I baked cookies and a pie and made some vanilla ice cream.&amp;nbsp; Sunday I made a garlic roasted pork loin and roasted asparagus.&amp;nbsp; My SIL made mustard roasted potatoes and brought rolls.&amp;nbsp; My auntie and cousins made cole slaw, cream puffs decorated like bunnies and wine.&amp;nbsp; We ate and talked and enjoyed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left at 3 this morning for home.&amp;nbsp; They've been in Florida since the day after Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully they bring some sunshine with them.&amp;nbsp; I like rain but....&amp;nbsp; Ah, the flowers are still blooming and I wouldn't trade spring in New England for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook disabled all of my kids accounts with no warning or explanation.&amp;nbsp; We're waiting to hear back via e-mail.&amp;nbsp; Sad, because it was the only contact they had with their sister.&amp;nbsp; Happy, because bio just started an account and asked each of them to be friends.&amp;nbsp; It disabled all of them before the could reply.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3239829249319267152?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3239829249319267152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3239829249319267152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3239829249319267152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3239829249319267152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8034826669132675804</id><published>2011-04-23T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T08:38:41.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning we headed for Vermont for a few days.&amp;nbsp; We dropped the dog off at MIL's on the way.&amp;nbsp; Son had a cough and felt icky but with his macho attitude we were unsure how icky.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meandered up route 7 and then to route 100.&amp;nbsp; A pretty drive through the hills and valleys of Berkshire county.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the Vermont country store and had lunch at their restaurant and then wandered the aisles looking at the stuff you could still buy here that hubby and I remembered as kids.&amp;nbsp; Body on Tap shampoo, cola syrup, magic eight balls.....&amp;nbsp; Son's cough was sounding worse and we bought him some slippery elm lozenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was just a drizzle if at all and we continued north admiring the barns and farms.&amp;nbsp; We checked into the motel and relaxed for a bit.&amp;nbsp; Hubby and the kids watched a movie while I read Ashley Judd's memoir (awesome - see my book shelf).&amp;nbsp; Then we headed out for pizza at youngest's request.&amp;nbsp; Son had the chills by this time and hubby and I were a little (or more) concerned.&amp;nbsp; He only ate one piece of pizza that after only a bowl of soup for lunch.&amp;nbsp; Not normal at 16 y/o.&amp;nbsp; So the next stop was the drug store.&amp;nbsp; He coughed most of the night and we were all up every couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed to feel better in the morning though he only ate 1/4 of a bagel.&amp;nbsp; His fever seemed to have passed and the cough subsided.&amp;nbsp; We headed north again and stopped to take pictures of beautiful farms and lush roaring waterfalls.&amp;nbsp; We toured the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream factory and then headed back south on a different route.&amp;nbsp; After lunch we stopped at the maple syrup museum (I even learned a few new things) and then the army navy store.&amp;nbsp; Then back to our room for a little more relaxing - a movie and reading.&amp;nbsp; Son was wiped out by now and he rested while we went out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time hubby and I were really concerned and decided to end the trip a day early and get him into the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Of course he felt much better in the morning. We left any way with snow flurries in the air.&amp;nbsp; Son was eating a little more and coughing less so we made a few stops along the way home.&amp;nbsp; We toured the Bennington pottery factory - the kiln holds over 900 pieces at a time.&amp;nbsp; We stopped along the road in Lanesborro, MA to watch the moose.&amp;nbsp; He just sat in the field as people driving by stopped to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning hubby took son to the doctors - sinus infection and then picked up Sammy at his mom's.&amp;nbsp; Youngest and I did the grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll clean and bake.&amp;nbsp; I want to make chocolate chip cookies for my niece and nephew.&amp;nbsp; And I'm making maple pecan pie for dessert tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I might have to make two as son absolutely loves this.&amp;nbsp; My brother and his family will be here tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; My aunt (the greatest in the world in my humble opinion) and her daughter and girlfriend will be here as well.&amp;nbsp; My aunt is the one who inspired the love of cooking in me.&amp;nbsp; She is still extremely active at 84 and spends her time visiting my uncle in the nursing home, volunteering at the local thrift shop and season tickets at the local theatre.&amp;nbsp; For my birthday she sent a card stating simply - "accommodate no one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents will be home from Florida next week end.&amp;nbsp; They are under the impression that it will be warm here by then.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, though today their are snow flakes in the air.&amp;nbsp; The crocuses have come and gone and the daffodils are in full bloom.&amp;nbsp; The star magnolia is just starting to burst with blossoms.&amp;nbsp; Ah, spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8034826669132675804?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8034826669132675804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8034826669132675804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8034826669132675804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8034826669132675804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/vermont.html' title='Vermont'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8414534309714772452</id><published>2011-04-18T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:30:10.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>On Thursday at 3:00 I left work not to return until the 25th.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the hospital to see my cousin and her new baby.&amp;nbsp; Linnea Grace was born on her due date 6 hours after mom went into labor.&amp;nbsp; To walk into a room filled with such love and joy - it is good for the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9HDlhJq1E/TawuwHVb0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-0zJ3LZX4qU/s1600/linnea+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9HDlhJq1E/TawuwHVb0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-0zJ3LZX4qU/s320/linnea+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday my baby turned 13 y/o. I baked her cake of choice - a peanut butter cheese cake. I prepped the fixings for the make your own pizza dinner. When her and her girlfriend arrived home from school we whisked them off to the movies. They saw Soul Surfer and really liked it. Home for pizza, cake and presents. She had a really good day. Sunday with the money she received from grandparents she bought a game for her DS (I had to take her shopping) and books from amazon. She was happy all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday a group of us from work along with our families hiked to the tower at Sleeping Giant State Park. It was cool and windy but felt great. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was shopping and reading. I'm on vacation so I downloaded a bunch of books to my kindle. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is puttering and errands. Hubby is taking the kids to the Army Navy store. Son has been saving up money from his job to buy a new pair of boots. He keeps $20.00 from his check and the rest has gone in the bank so it his taken him a while to save cash for the boots he wants. I'm so proud of him. He really gets the working hard and saving for what you want concept.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for Vermont for a few days. We were able to get a free three nights stay by listening to a time share spiel. we'll be staying in Killington and taking day trips around the state from there. It will be nice to take a break from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week end my brother and his family will be here for Easter. My Aunt and her daughter and girlfriend will be here as well. I'm making a pork loin and asparagus. I'll bake a maple pecan pie and some cookies for the kids. Others are contributing what they feel in the mood for. It is a rather low key day and a good excuse to get together. My nephew is 6 and my niece 4 so they are at a really fun age. I have little plastic eggs I filled with candy to hide outside. I have bags filled with stickers and activity books. I just love being an Auntie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8414534309714772452?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8414534309714772452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8414534309714772452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8414534309714772452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8414534309714772452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9HDlhJq1E/TawuwHVb0tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-0zJ3LZX4qU/s72-c/linnea+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1201503195112523734</id><published>2011-04-09T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:14:51.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colds.....</title><content type='html'>Last week end son who rarely sleeps at all slept for almost 36 hours straight.&amp;nbsp; He was sweet enough to pass his germs onto his sister.&amp;nbsp; She's rather down and out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I met with my pagan friends to celebrate the waking earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our host&amp;nbsp;made waking earth cake and I made vanilla ice cream to symbolize the melting snow.&amp;nbsp; This group is a wonderful collection of dear sweet souls.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to our meetings each month.&amp;nbsp; It is a time to laugh until tears come, it is a time to cry and be uplifted.&amp;nbsp; It is a time to just be.&amp;nbsp; I am truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.suppressedhistories.net/"&gt;Max Dashu&lt;/a&gt; speak on the grandmother stones of megalithic Europe.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome.&amp;nbsp; This is the third time I've seen her.&amp;nbsp; She has been studying women's history for 40 years.&amp;nbsp; She is an amazing wealth of knowledge.&amp;nbsp; She is so at peace within herself and her joy and thoughtfulness shine through.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner I made homemade potato chips to go with son's french dip sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; He made a caramelized onion spread, roasted the beef, thicken the au jus and assembled the sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; Yum!!&amp;nbsp; I'm taking the leftovers and making beef pot pie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1201503195112523734?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1201503195112523734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1201503195112523734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1201503195112523734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1201503195112523734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/colds.html' title='Colds.....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8681390420432443875</id><published>2011-04-05T06:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:44:43.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I was told I don't write as much any more. That is true. For me that is a good thing - it means there is no more drama. And I really like it that way. So, I put out prayers of gratitude to all that is holy. &lt;br /&gt;This week end I had 16 women at my house Friday night for a pampered chef party. It was a great evening out with plenty of food and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday I took youngest to the penny auction at the elementary school. I won a hand beaded necklace and bracelet. Youngest won a watercolor done by a local artist. It is beautiful. It's of horses and matches her new room perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to my brother's house to drop off my nieces birthday present. She will turn 4 this Saturday at Disney World. &lt;br /&gt;Oldest actually mailed her cell phone home that she wasn't using (and we were paying for). My brother is taking it to my parents in Florida. I preset my number as well as my brothers and my aunts. I will feel much better that they have a phone in the car. They travel a lot (and you were wondering where I get it from - I am my father's daughter) and in this day and a age a phone for emergencies would set my mind at ease. &lt;br /&gt;We received confirmation for our April vacation. We will be in Vermont for four days. We received a free 3 nights stay in Killington. It is pretty central to a lot of day trips. Plus we will be away. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was beautiful out. The sun shone brightly and the wind was the least of my concerns. I packed youngest's bike into my car and we headed to the reservoir. She biked and I walked. Boy, did that feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, here is to hoping your life is drama free and full of blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8681390420432443875?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8681390420432443875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8681390420432443875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8681390420432443875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8681390420432443875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-306205179550533138</id><published>2011-04-03T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:26:28.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes</title><content type='html'>Son was called in to work Friday night. He washes dishes at a local restaurant. It's NOT his favorite thing to do but it pays and it's the only place that would hire him. So, him and his sister rotate who unloads the dishwasher. Saturday morning he explained to me that he did dishes all Friday night and that youngest should unload the dishwasher. I very nicely explained that I didn't care what job he did for a living that he still had to do chores at home. And, oh by the way as an accountant I pay bills and balance bank accounts for a living - may be we'll switch - I'll empty the dish washer and he can pay the bills. He emptied the dishwasher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-306205179550533138?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/306205179550533138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=306205179550533138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/306205179550533138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/306205179550533138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/dishes.html' title='Dishes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6039360872464043739</id><published>2011-03-31T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:00:30.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces and Break Ups</title><content type='html'>Last week youngest went to the orthodontist for her spacers. That didn't go so well. She was on soft food for a week. Everyone told her the braces were less painful. Hubby and I both went with her this week for moral support. The braces went on with no problems. She's a little soar still but is eating more foods. I'm still making cream soups for lunch along with yogurt, pudding, apple sauce and jell-o. Today she had pop corn. OK as long as it is once piece at a time and she doesn't eat any kernels. She is completely moved into her new room. I found bedding for my "new" room and have started cleaning out. A few furniture pieces need to go. Then hubby and I can paint and change the light fixture and move upstairs. Son and girlfriend broke up. He handled it pretty well. From what I can gather she broke up with him. It started as a friendly break up - grown apart type of deal. She even had him for dinner that night and they continued to talk on the phone. Then he found out that she was "all over some guy" before the break up. That really hurt. His job is going well. And the good weather has started up the air soft tournaments again so, he is happy. I'm so caught up at work that I took today off. I had nothing to do. My boss had nothing for me to do. Next week will be busier as clients mail in paper work and I have two new clients starting soon. I did work at home though. I have a pampered chef party tomorrow night and about 20 women are coming for dinner. So, I scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom. I vacuumed the house and started prepping food. Laundry has been going on through out the day as well. I don't have normal PC parties. I actually cook and cook a lot. So the menu is... Mini vegetable quiches Tuscan White bean and sausage soup Moroccan Lentil Salad Edamame and Chicken Salad Chicken and Tortellini bake Beef enchilada casserole A Reuben bread ring Curried Turkey meatballs Pumpkin Spice Cake Double Chocolate Mocha Trifle Tomorrow I will finish cooking, set up the tables hubby is borrowing from the fire house and hoping everyone can make it with the blizzard they predicting. The weather men have said we will have anywhere from rain to 1 to 12 inches of snow. Gee, that about covers it. Gotta love New England. As you can see I'm so worried I haven't canceled my party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6039360872464043739?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6039360872464043739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6039360872464043739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6039360872464043739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6039360872464043739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/braces-and-break-ups.html' title='Braces and Break Ups'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2986951472910825963</id><published>2011-03-22T07:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:52:21.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She remembered and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Sunday bio called youngest - first time since oldest left over two months ago. Son answered the phone. I could hear his side and all bio wanted was to talk to youngest. He ran and gave her the phone. I hate to cut the conversation short (i mean the lies and all that but... ) we had to go. She came up with the phone and I played dumb - who was that? Bio. Really, it's been a few months did she finally remember she had more kids? (Yeah I really did say that - ooops) Son said, "yeah, I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car youngest said bio missed her. Really!? &lt;em&gt;She hasn't called in months. &lt;/em&gt;Youngest -" she must be busy." &lt;em&gt;How long does it take to make a phone call?&lt;/em&gt; Two minutes &lt;em&gt;How busy can she be that she doesn't take two minutes to call you? Just think about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the conversation. I didn't want to press the issue. And I tried to say it a little softer than I wrote. Bio I can see from the note on the desk wanted to give her the top secret e-mail she set up for her. She had e-mailed the info to oldest before she left. Oldest did give it to her but, she never bothered to check it. liltigerfire and the password is babylove. Well, it was when bio set it up. No one, especially some psycho nut job is setting up a top secret e-mail for any of my kids and sending them crap. For Valentine's day she sent e-cards. They opened up to a picture of your "present." She sent my 12 y/o a picture of beer (and one of candy, and a car). A beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she still doesn't want to talk to her son. He's the one who keeps calling out there. He still can't believe his mom doesn't call any more now that oldest is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did have to go. I was headed to see my niece and nephew's karate tournament. She's almost four and a yellow belt and he's 6 and an orange belt. They both won metals (all the kids did) and my nephew took a second place trophy for his poses. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, son and girlfriend broke up. They are still friends. He spent yesterday evening at her house. He seems to be doing OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest's new room has one coat of primer and one coat of paint. One more coat of paint and that will be done. We already have the bedding and curtains so the rest will go pretty quickly. It's going from US flag blue to passionate purple. I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 70 degree weather here the end of last week we have snow again this week. Ahh, spring in New England. It's spring snow. The soft wet kind that melts rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL is back from surgery in Boston. Say a little prayer if you will for his continued healing and for MIL who worries about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2986951472910825963?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2986951472910825963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2986951472910825963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2986951472910825963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2986951472910825963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-remembered-and-other-stuff.html' title='She remembered and other stuff'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2209817792015331947</id><published>2011-03-15T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:33:01.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio and Leroyhesnotblack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBdiAdy7kBY/TX--2UT4HeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gHMek1kAi1k/s1600/bj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584391903336996322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBdiAdy7kBY/TX--2UT4HeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gHMek1kAi1k/s320/bj2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F95qXhqfQi8/TX--wzFpC6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/xTfXdT6L7Es/s1600/bh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584391808519572386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F95qXhqfQi8/TX--wzFpC6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/xTfXdT6L7Es/s320/bh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKAOP99ksxs/TX--q7MsprI/AAAAAAAAALw/y-Dug-PDtDY/s1600/bh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584391707617437362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKAOP99ksxs/TX--q7MsprI/AAAAAAAAALw/y-Dug-PDtDY/s320/bh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2209817792015331947?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2209817792015331947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2209817792015331947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2209817792015331947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2209817792015331947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/bio-and-leroyhesnotblack.html' title='Bio and Leroyhesnotblack'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBdiAdy7kBY/TX--2UT4HeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gHMek1kAi1k/s72-c/bj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8707797870890601664</id><published>2011-03-15T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:20:13.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scout Cookies delivered</title><content type='html'>I called MIL to see if we could take a ride up this week end to deliver cookies. She said they could take a ride down and pick up all the family cookies and pay for them. She'll collect as she delivers. This works out great as she will see everyone much sooner than we will. So, I said if they were coming down I'd make dinner. Everyone is trying to eat healthy and here is the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab cakes&lt;br /&gt;tossed salad&lt;br /&gt;roasted asparagus&lt;br /&gt;pork tenderloin in cherry sauce&lt;br /&gt;flour less chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL said I could add the crab cake recipe to my rhubarb pie recipe. No higher compliment can be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really nice visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL is really hurt that oldest won't return his e-mails. I said as nicely as I could that they still see oldest as a sweet, caring, thoughtful girl and that is not the girl I lived with for the last six months. And now being with bio..... You can't get any more toxic than that. She unplugs the answering machine on the nights she thinks hubby may call. She hasn't called her kids in two months. Her kids can't even reach her by phone. Son has tried - youngest hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a walk this morning and then settling down to file our tax returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8707797870890601664?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8707797870890601664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8707797870890601664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8707797870890601664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8707797870890601664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-scout-cookies-delivered.html' title='Girl Scout Cookies delivered'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4248114341905001112</id><published>2011-03-10T07:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T07:34:45.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Free</title><content type='html'>You can tell things have been quiet in my life by lack of blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest is still not taking phone calls from hubby. She answered a few of his e-mails and then that stopped. He continues to call and write. From her facebook entries (that I see on her sister's page as she unfriended me) the honeymoon is over. Step dad is not the hero bio made him out to be and there is no grass on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son got himself a job. He started this week washing dishes and busing tables at the local restaurant. It is really close to home which is nice. Yeah!!! Driver's ed will start soon and by the time he gets his license after waiting the mandatory 120 days he will have enough money for his car insurance. It was sure nice of his sister to leave him her car for nothing in return. He really lucked out. Him and girlfriend are still going strong. I still really like her. He's become more and more fun to be around with out bio's lil' spy around. And he's been really stepping up to the plate and doing things around the house without being told. There are rewards for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest is floating along on her own little planet. I asked if we could go there on vacation because it is such a happy place. No, DUH! She's becoming affectionate again. That had stopped - I chalk that up to the age. She'll be 13 in April. She will be getting braces soon. Insurance doesn't cover it. Good thing they have a payment plan. OMG are they expensive. Thank the Goddess only one child needs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was reelected deputy chief of the fire department. And he's been really busy lately with cellar pump outs - lots of snow melting followed by lots of rain makes for a busy fire department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working and cooking and reconnecting with friends. I'm off to babysit my niece and nephew today. They are the cutest kids on earth (in my humble opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is going well for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4248114341905001112?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4248114341905001112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4248114341905001112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4248114341905001112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4248114341905001112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/drama-free.html' title='Drama Free'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1617106344728469837</id><published>2011-02-24T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:48:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell?</title><content type='html'>Son broke down and called bio.  He sat there watching TV and half listening to her.  Youngest sat in the next chair reading and never talked to her.  She said oldest didn't want to talk to hubby.  Then oldest got on the phone and said she didn't want to talk to her Dad.  Son's exact comment was "What the hell?"  Hubby is crushed.  I'm not sure how I can help other than be there.  I did say I would keep calling weekly and sending a weekly e-mail.  At least that way she knows he is keeping the lines of communication open and that he cares even if she doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1617106344728469837?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1617106344728469837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1617106344728469837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1617106344728469837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1617106344728469837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8307363323528404682</id><published>2011-02-21T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:31:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Out</title><content type='html'>I've been on a cleaning binge since Christmas or so it seems. Clean organized house means a clean organized head or something like that. I have spent more time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oldest's&lt;/span&gt; room than I did moving out of my apartment. Partly because she left a pig &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stye&lt;/span&gt; and partly because it's easier to pack your own baggage than someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. She left bags of clothes to go, books to go and boxes and piles she wanted shipped to her. I went through the clothes and pulled what youngest wanted. I went through the books some I donated to the school some went to the tag sale room at the dump. After checking the prices of shipping I pared down the stuff she hadn't packed yet. Even if she was paying for shipping she didn't have enough money to ship empty photo albums (she pulled the pictures to take with her) or dollar store candles. $247.00 later her stuff is on it's way across country. She briefly answered her father's e-mail. It was mainly to answer questions about her phone and her boxes. She refuses to answer the phone. It's been three weeks. The really odd thing about that is that they disconnected the answering machine. They had one before she moved. And how do they know it is hubby calling and not son or youngest? Bio has not talked to the kids since before oldest left. She misses them so much she hasn't talked to them in six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today youngest cleaned out her closets in anticipation of moving down the hall. Her Christmas present from bio went in the out going pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room down the hall is pretty much empty. It needs a good washing and a paint job. Paint is on next week's budget. And a good smudge is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama here is gone. The calm that has settled here is wonderful. I've been cooking up a storm. Trays of cookies went to the area chief's meeting for the fire department. A batch was sent to our adopted nephew. Today I made oxtail stew, buttered noodles and a hazelnut tart. All new recipes. And keepers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made toner and moisturizer. Soap is next up on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April vacation is coming quick and I'm searching for things to do. We've done most of the day trips you can do in our area in April. We're thinking about a day in Boston or maybe heading to Maine. We'll see. And by then my baby will be a teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8307363323528404682?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8307363323528404682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8307363323528404682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8307363323528404682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8307363323528404682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/cleaning-out.html' title='Cleaning Out'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4927786106925378831</id><published>2011-02-11T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:31:54.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years</title><content type='html'>It was four years ago today that I started blogging.  It has let me vent many a frustration, meet new friends and learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today EC is coming for dinner.  He's single once again and we are all busy for Valentine's day so tonight we are celebrating. Actually he's just coming for dinner and I'm surprising him by celebrating just a little. I know VD is a commercial holiday and much of me hates that.  Then their is this small part that loves the idea.  I try to show those I love how much every day so I twist the holiday a little.  I send valentine cards to my friends and tell them how much they mean to me.  Tonight the table is set in red and everyone has a gift bag filled with chocolates.  Son's girlfriend will be here as well.  The menu is made in part so EC can bring some leftovers home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat Stromboli&lt;br /&gt;Ham with a pineapple mustard glaze&lt;br /&gt;scalloped potatoes&lt;br /&gt;creamy Brussels sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Maple pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;homemade coconut ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make two pies.  Last time I made it son complained that there wasn't enough leftovers.  The Stromboli is a new recipe.  Usually I make peperoni bread with peperoni, fried peppers and provolone.  This is filled with garlic, fried peppers, pepperoni, mortadella, sopraseta and mozzarella.   I was going to make green beans and son asked for brussel sprouts - hey with bacon and cream you gotta love them.  It is one of my favorite dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest has unfriended me on facebook.  She has stopped answering her phone and has not talked to her siblings in weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest says whatever pops into her head (don't know where that comes from - LOL).  The other day as we were out looking for new beading to go in her new room she says, there is no stress now that oldest is gone.  &lt;em&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/em&gt;  I don't have to lie or keep secrets anymore.  That's why I won't talk to her if she calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4927786106925378831?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4927786106925378831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4927786106925378831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4927786106925378831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4927786106925378831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-years.html' title='Four Years'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7494205242829492704</id><published>2011-02-04T06:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:01:06.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Day</title><content type='html'>I have made it a point to hit the spa once a month - usually a massage and a pedicure.  Today I'm getting my hair cut as well.  I have the prettiest toes that no one but me  sees.  OK, maybe hubby but I don't think he cares about my toes.  I just love having my feet rubbed and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried yet another recipe from my newest Barefoot Contessa cookbook - roasted shrimp with feta.  Yummy!  It was a winner.  Then I was off to meet with my beautiful heathen friends for tea, chat and laughter.  Oh, what a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day hubby called oldest's new school to have notices and report cards sent to us.  According to AZ state law and the secretary at the school hubby has no rights to that at all unless bio puts him on the contact list.  Hubby actually called and left a message for bio and the papers are supposed to be sent home for her to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow blower was a simple fix and hubby cleared the driveway.   Yesterday I came home to him holding a rope over the roof.  What I couldn't see was son on top of the roof.  Hubby was holding the safety line as son cleared snow from the roof that he couldn't reach with the snow rake.  Roofs have been collapsing all over the state and hubby is making sure ours is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Girl Scout day - they are going to a CSI event.  It sounds really cool.  The girls have been looking forward to this for over a year (last year's event was booked).  This is the reason youngest joined girl scouts this year.  I hope she's not disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7494205242829492704?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7494205242829492704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7494205242829492704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7494205242829492704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7494205242829492704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/spa-day.html' title='Spa Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-7783392302376923277</id><published>2011-02-02T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:30:18.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Ice</title><content type='html'>Snow I don't mind - it's beautiful - especially when hubby clears it from the driveway. But ice - I stay home. Actually my entire office is staying home today. Most are taking vacation days. This winter has eaten into a lot of PTO (paid time off). I have my lap top at home and am working on getting motivated to work. It is much slower going at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's three days off fell during the snow storm and he is working on fixing the snow blower. It suddenly decided it will start but not stay running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called oldest Sunday night to check in. She seems to be enjoying the new school (she wouldn't tell us otherwise). She's not sure if she will have enough credits to graduate on time but, bio said, the counselor said, well.... I don't know. Youngest refused to talk to her. Son only agreed to talk to her because girlfriend was over and she wanted to talk to her. So much for missing their sister. Wonder if youngest has decided on a paint color for her new room yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling EC called the other night to check on oldest and hubby. I set up a dinner date with him. He'll be here next week. After lots of thought and input from the kids and hubby we decided on ham, scalloped potatoes and Brussels sprouts. I had to explain that for a bachelor you wanted to make something he wouldn't cook for himself and that I could send leftovers home with him. And for dessert a &lt;a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/recipes/maple-pecan-pie-recipe/index.html"&gt;maple pecan pie &lt;/a&gt;with homemade vanilla ice cream. The pie is a new recipe featured on Chuck's Day Off so I had to have the family taste test it on Sunday. It's a winner. And the ice cream I amped up with vanilla sugar. Yum! And because I'm a sap for I'll make him up a care package of meals. I remember my single days and cooking for one. And I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is smothered pork chops and Wheaties cookies. The pork chops was a dinner suggestion for EC and no one could remember what I was talking about (too much variety in their menu) and the cookies are a childhood favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-7783392302376923277?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7783392302376923277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=7783392302376923277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7783392302376923277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/7783392302376923277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-and-ice.html' title='Snow and Ice'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3344817572969108991</id><published>2011-01-29T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:58:52.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Offense</title><content type='html'>Things have been much calmer here.  The two remaining kids have divided up chores and gone about their business.  I have been slowly cleaning, sorting and going through oldest's room.  I have found numerous half full water bottles, paper, dead batteries, and lots of other people's stuff.  Oh, that's where the scissors, calculator, camera, books .....  went to.  All of the bedding has been washed.  Clothes have been sorted, books sorted, dump runs made, boxes to be shipped stacked neatly.  A few more boxes to pack up, another dump/goodwill run, books delivered to the local school, a thorough smudge and it should be done.  Hubby patched the sheet rock hole from when boyfriend and son were fooling around.  A little sanding and a new paint job is in order.  The room will be clean and ready for her to move back.  Or more likely will be clean and ready for youngest to move into in a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I can move into my master bedroom.  When the kids moved in we finished the upstairs and divided the master bedroom into two rooms for the girls to have.  The divider is a stand alone closet that can easily be moved.  My bedroom downstairs was supposed to be temporary when I built the house 14 years ago.  I've been beginning to wonder if I would be able to move into my master bedroom while I could still climb the stairs.  And now......  I'm not rushing.  It will need to be cleaned and sorted after youngest moves and the spare bedroom/office is dismantled.  It will need a new paint job and then....  I'm looking at fall.  I don't want to rush in case oldest surprises me and does move back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we asked son and youngest how they felt about oldest being gone the answers were:&lt;br /&gt;Son, "doesn't matter to me."  Followed by can't believe she didn't finish school.&lt;br /&gt;Youngest, "she was annoying, borrowing my books and bending the pages, bossing me around, leaving and now we have to do her chores - she can just rot in hell - no offense."&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. (I just had to laugh at the no offense tacked on to the rotting in hell).  And of course she didn't feel connected she was always with her stupid boyfriend.  Youngest is angry and that is pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of boyfriend - he's on his way home.  He didn't last a week.  I gave him three months being overly generous thinking he might give it the old college try. Not!  The engagement is off, the relationship is off and his dad is flying out to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that oldest is with bio the younger kids have no contact with bio.  Bio would call and talk to oldest.  She talked to bio at least once a week if not more - the others a few minutes maybe once a month.  They won't call her.  And bio hasn't called them.  Oldest used to bio them.  I'd say mother them but that really isn't how a mother would behave. There is peace in these parts that I have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are off to a car show.  Youngest is excited.  She wants to be a car designer or an auto mechanic when she grows up.  She is so my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3344817572969108991?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3344817572969108991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3344817572969108991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3344817572969108991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3344817572969108991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-offense.html' title='No Offense'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4185813564755595255</id><published>2011-01-22T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:31:28.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>I might never leave</title><content type='html'>People keep complaining about the snow. Then why do you live in New England?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be driving in to work but have opted to work from home. I do not get as much done or as many hours in as if I went to the office. There is only so much I can do from home. The snow is just a good excuse to stay home. I never thought I'd say this but I am at a point in my life where I don't care if I ever leave the house. My car stays parked for days at a time. I'm content with myself, my home and just puttering and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did get to my fall cleaning until recently. And now it's almost spring cleaning. The stress and living with oldest the energy vampire was too much. But, for the past few weeks I've been on a cleaning frenzy. Not that my house  ever looks really dirty (except to me)- an organized house appears clean. I've been washing walls, picture frames, cleaning out closets and cupboards. Hubby remade my pantry which opened up the office. This week end I will be going through oldest's room. It is a pig stye. She packed up her duffel bag, boxed up some books, threw a few things away and abandoned the rest right where it was. I took pictures. I just couldn't imagine leaving my parents home in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called at 3:38AM to say she had arrived in Arizona. This made hubby feel better - knowing she arrived safely. Ahh, the train trip was the safest part of her journey but I won't tell him that. He knows that already but has buried it underneath the many other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did say to me yesterday, "have you noticed the other kids seem calmer now that oldest is gone?" This week of vacation has been good for him and I'm glad he has noticed. Energy vampire has left the building, left the state is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my kindle arrived days before they predicted. I love it. The leather case really gives you the illusion you are holding a book (and protects the screen). The print on the screen looks just like paper. And the illustrations that appear on the screen when it is powered down are amazing. I read &lt;em&gt;The Love Goddess' Cooking School&lt;/em&gt;. The way she wove the story of life, love, heartbreak, romance, and food together was fantastic. I love books that involve food. Check it out on my "bookshelf."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4185813564755595255?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4185813564755595255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4185813564755595255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4185813564755595255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4185813564755595255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-might-never-leave.html' title='I might never leave'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2651604644123653457</id><published>2011-01-21T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:26:43.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving the snow</title><content type='html'>I could not imagine living any where else.  I love to travel but love coming home to New England and the beautiful change of seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a lap top for work I can work at home.  There is not much snow today and I could drive the hour in but why?  I will head upstairs shortly and take over the kitchen table.  I will work in my pajamas and sip tea.  I will light a candle or two.  I have many prayer requests I am holding.  It is a difficult time for many of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest is somewhere between Chicago and Arizona.  She will arrive about 3 AM our time tomorrow.  Hubby talked to her while they were laid over in Chicago.  It gave him great peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids are adjusting well.  They have worked out new chore schedules without any fuss.  I think it will be a few weeks before the full impact hits youngest.  Her teacher's are keeping me informed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2651604644123653457?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2651604644123653457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2651604644123653457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2651604644123653457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2651604644123653457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-loving-snow.html' title='I&apos;m loving the snow'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8681992366823663299</id><published>2011-01-19T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:36:22.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>The food was great - if I do say so myself.  Enough so I over ate and felt it.  And that was with giving half my piece of cake to hubby.  She opened her card (which was really sappy - the kind she likes) and hubby and I each got a hug and a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8681992366823663299?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8681992366823663299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8681992366823663299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8681992366823663299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8681992366823663299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-dinner.html' title='Birthday dinner'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3604803362420650214</id><published>2011-01-18T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:54:49.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>So, in the midst of the big pack I decided I should check the luggage rules for the train.  Boyfriend had said 3 checked and two carry on.  And that is correct - at stations that check bags.  Hartford does not check bags.  So, they can only bring to carry on bags to move across country.  The next train stop is Springfield.  That is just as close as Hartford for us.  They do check bags.  Boyfriend will not change the tickets because it will cost a little extra money.  Really?!  And shipping your clothes will cost less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is really going to be a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to MIL yesterday.  At the picnic on Saturday boyfriend needed a personal invitation to eat.  It's a picnic - set up buffet style and MIL had announced it was time to eat.  That wasn't enough for him.  Oldest had to ask Grandma to ask boyfriend to come eat.  Grandma off handedly did thinking it was a joke.  He then stated that he could not eat until the owner of the house specifically asked him.  Seriously?!  It's a casual picnic and the "dinner bell" was rung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consensus from the extended family after meeting boyfriend - two commented that they don't like him and two weirdo comments.  Good, it's not just me (and son and youngest and MIL and cousin and....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a snow day - sleeting yucky day outside.  Inside it's warm and cozy.  Everyone is home and safe.  I made buttermilk pancakes and hot cocoa for breakfast.  Youngest gave me a hug, a kiss and said I was the best cook in the world - and that before she ate.  Tomorrow is oldest's birthday.  She will be on a train so we are celebrating tonight.  She asked for lasagna,  That's made.  The chocolate raspberry cheesecake she wanted is in the oven.  I just need to make the compound butter for the garlic bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3604803362420650214?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3604803362420650214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3604803362420650214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3604803362420650214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3604803362420650214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-2213609177241125320</id><published>2011-01-17T08:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:04:32.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding and plans and....</title><content type='html'>For the picnic/going away party I made corn chowder (MIL loves it) and chili. They actually said it was milder than the taco soup and it was a big hit. MIL didn't try any but FIL did. Not sure how it is milder but hey I'll work with them. And I won't tell them its made with turkey and with all the veggies I think it hits a full rainbow. Cousin Tina sent me home with the leftover taco salad. It is so simple to make but I never think of it. It is her signature dish and I could eat just that. Did I mention EC was at the picnic. Nothin' like a little eye candy to brighten the day. He's such a great guy and hubby laughs at my slight crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made baked shrimp scampi (Love Barefoot Contessa) and a salad. Topped with Ina's recipe for blue cheese dressing - yum. I followed that with a flour less chocolate cake. I could get the top off the frangelico so I used raspberry liquor instead. The slight hint of raspberries in the background of this very chocolate cake was divine. And the cake was topped with chocolate ganache - this will satisfy any chocolate craving you may have. The original recipe I stole from Aaron McCargo of Big Daddy's house. And as youngest pointed out there is enough ganache leftover to top a few bowls of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I making a pork loin with cherry sauce (one of oldest's favorites) and today I'll get the lasagna and chocolate raspberry cheesecake made for her birthday celebration tomorrow. I'll also prep the compound butter for the garlic bread. Ahh, her last good meal for a very, very long time. Unless of course you consider Ramen noodles a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we were worried about how youngest was going to take her sister's departure - well, she wants to know if she can have her room. She has it all planned out. She will move into oldest's room. We will dismantle the make shift wall in her room that divides it into two rooms. This wall is made of stand alone closets so that the girls could have separate space, When oldest son moved out oldest moved into his room. I made a spare room out of her side. This divided room is really the master bedroom. Though it has never been used as such. My room was to be a temporary room until I could move into the master bedroom. It's been 14 years. So, she says we can dismantle the wall and we can have our master bedroom. And if oldest does come back she can have the spare room downstairs. She's been thinking a lot about this. I'm pretty impressed. Of course son thinks he should get oldest's room. He wants it because it is bigger than his. Youngest wants it for the full size bed. I'm not doing any thing other than clean it for now. But maybe.... in a few months I can be in my master bedroom. And before my knees give out and I can't climb the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I broke down and bought myself a kindle.  I opted for the free shipping so it will be more than a week before it arrives along with it's purple leather case.  I can't wait.  It will hold up to 3,500 books.  Yeah!!!!  Hubby's excited (not as much as I am) that he won't have to add any more book shelves to the living room. Although if I could I would live in a library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-2213609177241125320?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2213609177241125320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=2213609177241125320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2213609177241125320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/2213609177241125320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeding-and-plans-and.html' title='Feeding and plans and....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-52981481500498526</id><published>2011-01-16T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:59:05.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>because someone asked</title><content type='html'>I'm doing good, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on. Oldest gets on the train Wednesday for her 60 hour trek across country. Yesterday was her going away party. I'm not sure what she thought of it (she would never think to comment). I think it went well. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents were all there to wish her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first winter "picnic" and it went so well we are planning one for March. Usually we get together memorial day, 4th of July and labor day. From September to May is too long not to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought boxes home and oldest is actually packing some. Tomorrow she will have packed and sorted everything. I'm home for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is adjusting slowly. Having back up from the counselor helped there. He knows he has done the best he can do and now he just has to let her go. Not easy. It's easier for me - my family is a big proponent of letting grown children sink or swim. Hubby's family wants to hold on tight forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making it a point to visit the spa regularly and get together with friends. It is hard in my crazy schedule for that sometimes but I am getting better at making the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby took this week as vacation. He needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And summer vacation is booked.  Nothing like a vacation to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-52981481500498526?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/52981481500498526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=52981481500498526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/52981481500498526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/52981481500498526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-someone-asked.html' title='because someone asked'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1541241489255693531</id><published>2011-01-10T05:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:13:19.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Met the parents</title><content type='html'>Saturday night hubby and I met boyfriend's parents for dinner.  We were a little anxious and so were they.  It turned out to be a nice evening.  We got along great and they are as much in the dark about the moving plans as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the two know is that they are leaving on the 19th for Arizona by train.  They have given neither one of us an exact time we are taking them to the station.  It's been like pulling teeth to get them to pack up their rooms.  We had to explain to oldest that maybe she should think about taking ALL of her clothes as she has none out there.  Over New Year's boyfriend took her shopping.  Nice, but you can only take three bags with you to move across country.  Where are you going to school?  I dunno know.  Where are you sleeping? I dunno know.  Where is boyfriend sleeping?  I dunno know.  Does the trailer have heat, water?  I dunno know.  What are you doing for work? phone? with your car?  health insurance? birth control? I dunno know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently boyfriend's pat answer is the same.  There is no logic in this move at all.  It is purely emotional and oldest's desire (orders) to see bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest plan is oldest is sleeping at bio's on the couch.  Boyfriend is sleeping in a trailer with heat but no water behind grandma's double wide.  He will be expected to get a job and pay rent. He is signed up for school because his mom made him. He will be taking online courses through his current college as it was too late to transfer out there.  They've only been planning this move since last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's parents had no idea they were engaged.  They did think the rings were kind of odd.  I give him three months before he is back.  It will be major culture shock for him.  A single child with everything handed to him who hates smoking moving into a trailer park where everyone chain smokes.  He will have no car and no friends.  Oldest will be in the next town over with no car.  And they think they don't see each other enough here.  Hmmm!  Bio is using him to get her there.  Oldest really thinks she loves him but will be torn between him and bio.  And she can not say no to bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it will be interesting to see how this unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just ready for her to go.  She's left already and is pretty miserable to live with.  Boyfriend's mom said the same about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1541241489255693531?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1541241489255693531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1541241489255693531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1541241489255693531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1541241489255693531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/met-parents.html' title='Met the parents'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-6475667865593452684</id><published>2011-01-05T13:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:57:55.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>Peachy is my sarcastic reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's reply - I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the big picture life is pretty good. Right now I'm caught between the emotional upheaval Oldest is causing and my husbands emotional breakdown over it. He talked to his boss and he's taking some vacation time. He'll be off the week oldest leaves and the following week. I think that will be good for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers at youngest annual meeting expressed concern over oldest leaving. Youngest has already started showing some signs of distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is this is going to be one hell of a life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a going away party planned. After I explained to hubby that doesn't mean we approve it just means we love and support her no matter what her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this, she won't even be living with bio. Bio has no room. She is going to live in a trailer parked behind her grandmothers double wide. It has heat but no water so she will have to come inside to use the bathroom. It's all OK though because boyfriend will be sharing the trailer with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Bio not only encouraged her daughter to leave school in the middle of her senior year, to skip mid term exams (they start the day she leaves) but to shack up with her boyfriend. Now, I'm not a prude and lived with several boyfriends before I was married but, not as a senior in high school. And under other circumstances I might encourage a couple to live together before marriage but..... there is just something wrong with this whole picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-6475667865593452684?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6475667865593452684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=6475667865593452684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6475667865593452684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/6475667865593452684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-1325072175705259788</id><published>2011-01-01T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:28:29.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give a way'/><title type='text'>Win A Whimsy</title><content type='html'>My very talented friend Rose is up to her old tricks - giving away some of her lovely crafts.  Stop by her blog, show some love and &lt;a href="http://whatrosemadetoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/giveaway-enter-it.html"&gt;win a whimsy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-1325072175705259788?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1325072175705259788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=1325072175705259788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1325072175705259788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/1325072175705259788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/win-whimsy.html' title='Win A Whimsy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3035412561872028191</id><published>2011-01-01T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:16:28.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>I've never found New Year's Eve to be that exciting.  I've been to a few good parties over the years but I'm really not looking for that now.  With the kids home and hubby often working I started doing an appetizer party for them.  They get to stay up late and graze on all kinds of food and I get to cook.  This is relaxing for me and keeps me awake way past bed time.  Hubby was home this year.  The kids are old enough to have some input on the menu and it was a fun quiet evening.  Son was going to his girlfriends until I asked what I should make.  He started naming off appetizers until I said wait, you won't be here.  Well, can girlfriend come here?  So girlfriend came here.  Youngest had a friend over.  Hubby and I had some friends stop by.  Oldest went camping with boyfriend and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrimp cocktail&lt;br /&gt;steamed mussels&lt;br /&gt;peperoni bread&lt;br /&gt;sausage stuffed mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;sausage pinwheels&lt;br /&gt;salami bread&lt;br /&gt;cheddar potato puffs&lt;br /&gt;spinach balls&lt;br /&gt;buffalo wing dip&lt;br /&gt;pigs in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend says that who you spend New Years with is who will be in your life for the coming year.  Looking back I'm not sure how accurate that is but, it is interesting that oldest wasn't here this year.  She turns 18 y/o January 19 and in the middle of her senior year plans to move to Arizona with boyfriend to live in the camper behind bio's home.  Bio said jump and she said how high.  I see some very interesting and difficult life lessons coming her way.  And her bedroom will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all my blog friends have a happy, healthy new year filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight hubby and I are going on a date.  We're both home at the same time on a non school night (gotta love our odd shifts).  It must be love because he's taking me to see Johnny in The Tourist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3035412561872028191?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3035412561872028191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3035412561872028191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3035412561872028191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3035412561872028191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3030218735296598605</id><published>2010-12-30T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:41:22.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Son</title><content type='html'>Son turns 16 today.  His Christmas money is going towards his driver's ed class.  We pay half like we did for his siblings before him.  He will find a job and pay for his own insurance and gas if he wants to drive. &lt;br /&gt;Right now he is at the movies with hubby. Hubby took the kids to see Tron while I went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Son couldn't decide what his birthday meal should be but dessert would definitely be double chocolate mocha trifle.  I'm making big beefy burgers, french fries and corn.  That works he says.  I think once he is out of the house I will never eat corn again.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday son, you are quit the young man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3030218735296598605?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3030218735296598605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3030218735296598605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3030218735296598605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3030218735296598605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-son.html' title='Happy Birthday Son'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-4341500001654146014</id><published>2010-12-26T06:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T06:42:40.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>When I was little my brother and I were the only kids in the family.  My dad insisted that we stay home and if everyone wanted to see us the could come over.  Christmas Eve my Dad's parents came to visit and bring presents.  Yeah!  Grandpa would bring Grandma home (she didn't like crowds) and come back.  My mom's parents and brother would arrive to spend the night.  They would all play cards until the wee hours of the morning.  We would set out a highball and cookies for Santa and try and sleep.  And at the break of dawn we would wake the newly sleeping relatives up.  In the afternoon we might walk across the street to the neighbors and there were lots of naps.  It was a day filled with wonder and joy and was my favorite holiday for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was older I would search for the perfect presents, wrap everything all pretty, bake tons of cookies and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I grew up.  I long for the days of family coming together, playing and laughing.  I can't tell you a single present I received but I can tell you who was there. OK, I do remember the easy bake oven.  That's because I thought it was such a girlie thing and my macho uncle helped me bake my first cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my parents (bless them for causing no stress) let me pick a time we can celebrate (as long as it's before they migrate South on the 26th).  We had Christmas Eve breakfast.  It was yummy and relaxed.  I spent the afternoon making a vegetarian lasagna for SIL1 and scalloped sweet potatoes for my girlfriends open house.  The Christmas Eve open house is casual, a buffet of luscious simple food and no pressure.  Christmas day I was given special privilege to show up at my brother's before noon so I could see my niece and nephew and deliver presents before going to my in-laws.  My brother took Christmas as his holiday (I have Thanksgiving and Mom has Easter) yet, he wants it to be a quiet family day without extended family.  My parents sit at home waiting until the appointed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's off to my in-laws.  I feel bad for MIL and FIL - they want that warm fuzzy holiday with all of their kids and it's just not warm and fuzzy.  My hubby has hardly any relationship with his siblings.  It's not that they fight or anything - they're just not close.  BIL's kids are constantly text messaging or on their lap top (even through dinner).  Then BIL and his family took off into the other room to watch the Celtics game.  We saw them briefly when they gave out presents.  Several years ago we decided that we would not exchange presents - the cousins just wanted to get together.  This has worked beautifully.  We were just shuffling gift cards around that none of us could really afford to buy.  For what ever reason SIL1 decided she was buying gift cards this year.  BIL gave us the heads up.  I said I could not afford it and I would not be doing the same.  SIL2 said she could not afford it either,  And I knew this would happen SIL2 felt bad that SIL1 was buying her kids gift cards so she gave each of the kids presents(cash).  So here I sat as all the cousins (our kids) received presents and I had nothing to hand out.  And I didn't care.  I hope that SIL1 and SIL2 explain that we decided not to exchange gifts and that we don't have the money but then again who cares.  MIL was on my side in this one.  FIL was beside him self with the electronics not being turned off and their dog making it impossible for his cat to use the litter box.  Or maybe it was how he was informed that basketball would be watched at his house on Christmas whether he liked it or not (OK, not in so blunt of terms but you get the idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the joy of the holidays that I remember as a kid are a beautiful memory that will never be recaptured.  And maybe they shouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-4341500001654146014?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4341500001654146014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=4341500001654146014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4341500001654146014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/4341500001654146014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-3150876306246666621</id><published>2010-12-21T07:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:16:58.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is hope</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend called the other day to say she had something to cheer my bah hum bug.  Her 7 y/o son gave her a letter to mail to Santa but said she couldn't read it.  This is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;When I was helping mommy put out the decorations the box was really heavy and landed hard.  When I tried to play mommy's music box it was broken and mommy was sad.  Could you bring my mommy a new music box so she will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear up every time I think about it.  That is the true meaning of the holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-3150876306246666621?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3150876306246666621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=3150876306246666621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3150876306246666621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/3150876306246666621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-hope.html' title='There is hope'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8754182819147035963</id><published>2010-12-13T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:36:23.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>As the counselor sits and listens to the kids complain that I'm a bitch - I make them do chores and they get in trouble for lying.  And they are mad at Hubby because they haven't seen their mom.  Hey, bio is the one that moved and has come back to visit or ask for the kids to visit.&lt;br /&gt;The counselor says, "how come no one is mad at mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could answer that for a second week in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess - because we can be mad at Kim and Daddy and they will still love us.  If we're mad at mom I'm not sure she will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8754182819147035963?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8754182819147035963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8754182819147035963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8754182819147035963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8754182819147035963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-941094233440625250</id><published>2010-12-08T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:18:10.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagger</title><content type='html'>I hate that the grocery store I frequent has baggers.  I ran a grocery store front end for 17 years and maybe they should go back to training people how to bag.  I really would rather bag my own - much more efficient and way faster.  But most of all I wouldn't get this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr, Bagger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely loaded the belt with my groceries so I could give you the carriage and my bag full of bags to put my groceries in.  I have a bazillion bags.  No, I do not want you to put the items you think might spill into one of your plastic bags.  Put them all in one of my bags.  And no, I don't mind washing one of my bags if something spills.  Actually I prefer to do that than have one more bag added to the landfill.   And by the way I do wash my bags (not every time) to keep them clean even if something doesn't spill. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Do my part to Save Mama Earth&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do you know how much your plastic bags cost the store?  If everyone stopped using them my grocery bill might go down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-941094233440625250?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/941094233440625250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=941094233440625250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/941094233440625250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/941094233440625250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/bagger.html' title='Bagger'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393794908200978325.post-8125192699899629690</id><published>2010-11-28T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:37:45.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Women</title><content type='html'>I read this quote from Doris Roberts this morning and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On praise for strong women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the alternative? Being a weak women?  What do you get from that? Nothing.  I'm strong because I beleive in what I do.  When I put my head on the pillow at night, I know I have not hurt anybody.  That's my message to people: Don't hurt anybody. Know what you're about. Keep learning. Don't shut down. Don't give in. Don't give up. Don't settle. Find what you like to do and do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393794908200978325-8125192699899629690?l=livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8125192699899629690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393794908200978325&amp;postID=8125192699899629690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8125192699899629690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393794908200978325/posts/default/8125192699899629690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livewater-diaryofawickedstepmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/strong-women.html' title='Strong Women'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16909609424996598293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjUp43d25co/Tc1zTm5I8WI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GKoeVYHPe3Y/s220/Elovirta%2B2009%2B049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
