<?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-5221882</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MrsPseudoPsalms</title><subtitle type='html'>An infrequent account of life as I see it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107634066449129976</id><published>2004-02-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T07:33:28.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye BloggerWell, we've moved off Blogger. The NEW Mrs. PseudoPsalms site is available at:Mrs. PseudoPsalmsBe sure to change your bookmarks and come see our new home!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107634066449129976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107634066449129976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107634066449129976' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107540672422730995</id><published>2004-01-29T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:07:34.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SurgeryAndy has no more tonsils and no more adenoids. As of 9:45 am he lost his!  He did okay before the surgery, and wasn’t too nervous. After they took him back they dressed his bear as an OR nurse (SO cute!!) and did their thing. When he went to recovery he drank immediately and didn’t complain at all about the pain. HOWEVER, he was SCREAMING and whining and throwing himself around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107540672422730995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107540672422730995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107540672422730995' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107489467795355090</id><published>2004-01-23T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:53:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasted TimeWasted time? Not with this doctor and at this hospital. On THURSDAY, January 29th, Andy will have his tonsils and adenoids rudely cut from his body in a rather nasty procedure.  So nice to give us notice though.Andy is scared, but actually kind of excited -- juice and ice cream all day -- what can get better for him? I didn't lie to him, in fact I told him he will hurt so bad he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107489467795355090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107489467795355090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107489467795355090' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107473064069428282</id><published>2004-01-21T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:19:20.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AndySo, I guess Andy was feeling left out. You see, he hadn't been hospitalized in 2003 -- only 2002 -- so he just HAD to start this year out with a big hospital bill. Sometime before February 16th, Andy will lose his tonsils and adenoids. The ENT said he wasn't sure how Andy was breathing at night because he's so swollen. It's been a chronic problem for two years now. Last year they said to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107473064069428282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107473064069428282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107473064069428282' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107418311428537177</id><published>2004-01-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T08:13:45.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LazyOkay, so here it is. My very first post of 2004. Apparently, I've been very lazy because it's already the FIFTEENTH of January. But hey, it's the thought that counts, right? Speaking of thoughts, I figure I might as well do my part to contribute.  I don't write well, I don't have any pearls of wisdom, I don't have any elegant or eloquent words, but I do have links!Since it's all been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107418311428537177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107418311428537177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107418311428537177' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107289916237724062</id><published>2003-12-31T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:34:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2003The highlight of this year came on February 23, 2003. That would have been the day our second son, Joshua Kyle, was born. The low point of this year came on June 10, 2003. That would have been the day that the above mentioned second son had open heart surgery. And then we hit another high point -- the same day as the low point. Joshua made it through the surgery and had no complications.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107289916237724062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107289916237724062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107289916237724062' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107158586167450917</id><published>2003-12-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T06:45:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SaddamWell, they have him, and DNA has proved it IS him. I am thrilled to know this scumbag is caught, and is going to be punished for his crimes. I am, however, rather irritated he will get POW status. He's not a prisoner of war, he's a CAUSE of war. He deserves to be treated how he treated his citizens. Oh wait, that'd mean we'd not only torture and then kill him in the most inhumane ways </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107158586167450917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107158586167450917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107158586167450917' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107115517652682676</id><published>2003-12-11T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T07:07:22.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Six MonthsYesterday was the six month post-op date for Joshua. It was a remarkably normal day. Joshua is doing wonderfully. He's crawling, pulling himself up on things, talking (he says mama and dada and babbles a ton), and most importantly -- he's healthy.  He's enjoying having a big brother and Andy adores him. They play together all the time. So far no major fights -- but we've gotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107115517652682676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107115517652682676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107115517652682676' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107050585092673016</id><published>2003-12-03T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:45:06.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth About MenNo, this is not the lyrics to the great new Tracy Byrd song -- this is a list of jokes sent to me.  They're funny, and not ones I've seen before -- so hopefully they're new to you too. Enjoy.*******************************************************************Men are like.....Coffee. The best ones are rich, warm, full-bodied, and can keep you up all night long. Men are like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107050585092673016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107050585092673016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107050585092673016' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-107029905633920942</id><published>2003-12-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T09:18:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThanksgivingWe had a nice Thanksgiving here at the Salomon household. I made dinner, and we had our neighbors and good friends over. I discovered that Joshua enjoys sweet potato and mashed potato when sucked from the side of his dish. He also loves to shred rolls to pieces and make a huge mess. What he does NOT like is the noise of cleaning it up. He screams.Andy loves turkey and rolls. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107029905633920942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/107029905633920942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029905633920942' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106951365694801592</id><published>2003-11-22T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T07:08:16.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HolidaysA couple days ago Andy's teacher asked the class if anyone does NOT celebrate Christmas. If there is someone, she tries to introduce their holiday to the class, by letting their parents come in. I had already spoken with her and am doing a huge unit on Hanukkah.  Everyone but Andy celebrates Christmas. That day when Andy came home, he told me that he had a question. He said "Santa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106951365694801592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106951365694801592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106951365694801592' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106933906735362759</id><published>2003-11-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T06:38:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HellI always enjoy the month of November. It's right after Halloween (a particular favorite of mine), then there's Peter's birthday, Thanksgiving and the Hanukkah/Christmas season coming up immediately after.  But I don't think I'll ever enjoy November again. This week has been hell. Friday night we had services at our temple, and they were to honor the immediate past Director of Education, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106933906735362759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106933906735362759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106933906735362759' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106903605147983118</id><published>2003-11-16T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:28:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mazal Tov Skyler!Shortly before Peter's birthday, Skyler came home. Skyler is the older brother of one of my confirmation class students, Maren. I had never met Skyler before, but let me tell you what -- I swear I knew him. Why? Because Maren absolutely adores him, and for weeks he was ALL she would talk about!  Skyler had gone away to boot camp to become one of the few and the proud, a bona </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106903605147983118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106903605147983118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903605147983118' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106848866585295550</id><published>2003-11-10T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:32:27.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PicturesYesterday I took my boys to get our "holiday" photo taken.  We will use this photo on our cards for Christmas and Hanukkah and New Year's.  Aren't they adorable?Joshua was good for exactly two pictures. The first one of both boys, and this one.Andy doesn't smile quite right when you tell him to. It's more of a grimace, but he's still SO cute!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106848866585295550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106848866585295550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106848866585295550' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106821562970646994</id><published>2003-11-07T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T06:34:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RachelNo, I'm not talking about any modern day "Rachel". I'm talking about one of the four matriarchs of Judaism, and personally, my favorite. Rachel is celebrated today and tomorrow in the observance of her yahrzeit -- the anniversary of her death.  But more importantly, freedom and perseverance are celebrated through her. How?  Through the Israeli's fighting to preserve her tomb and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106821562970646994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106821562970646994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821562970646994' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106813785928460484</id><published>2003-11-06T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T08:57:57.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LifeJoshua has started saying mama and dada. It's the sweetest thing in the world -- especially when he means it, rather than just rambling on and on, making noise. He still has no teeth, but not for lack of trying. He is a loving, wonderful little boy, equal only to his brother. Andy is doing great in his pre-K and tonight he's singing Thanksgiving songs with his class on stage.We will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106813785928460484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106813785928460484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813785928460484' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106787431354418968</id><published>2003-11-03T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T07:46:17.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy BirthdayToday is Peter's birthday -- and so I am going to use my blog as a birthday card for him.HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETERWe love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106787431354418968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106787431354418968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106787431354418968' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106769626104994804</id><published>2003-11-01T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T06:17:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GeniusI would like to say that I have proof that Joshua is the smartest baby in the whole world. Yesterday Joshua was in his megasaucer thing and practicing making noises. He kept saying "nananana" and "yayayayaya" and then he decided that "mamamamama" was cool. After hearing that for a few minutes he decided that "mama" was even better. He sat there saying "mama mama mama mama" then. And THEN,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106769626104994804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106769626104994804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106769626104994804' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106760398213931519</id><published>2003-10-31T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T04:39:52.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy HalloweenAnd to start off your halloween here's a joke a friend sent me:The Nun and The CabbyA San Francisco cabby picks up a nun. She gets into the cab, and the driverwon't stop staring at her in the rear view mirror.She asks him why he is staring and he replies, "I have a question to askyou, but I don't want to offend you."She answers, "My dear son, you cannot offend me. When</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106760398213931519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106760398213931519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106760398213931519' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106753589341443867</id><published>2003-10-30T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T09:44:51.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HalloweenTomorrow is Joshua's first Halloween!  It will be Andy's 5th halloween and his costumes get cuter every year. For Andy's first Halloween he was a leopard, then Tigger, then a baseball player, then Pikachu last year and this year he'll be a tiger. He wanted to be a zebra or a rhino or a hippo but no such luck in finding those costumes. So, he said tiger would be okay and he looks SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106753589341443867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106753589341443867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106753589341443867' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106693701531605763</id><published>2003-10-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:23:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eight, Quizzes, NoI'll start with the eight. Today Joshua is eight months old. Saw that one coming, didn't you?  He's doing wonderfully -- he's crawling, starting to try and pull up on things, waving when he wants to (not when he should, of course), eating well, and just loving life. Unfortunately, he's eating paper if it gets close enough, still has no tooth, and right now he has a runny nose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106693701531605763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106693701531605763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106693701531605763' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106573866076716364</id><published>2003-10-09T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:31:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LifeLife has been crazy around here, so I apologize for my lack of "news" on my site!Joshua is 7 1/2 months old today and is getting so big it's scary. He's so close to crawling I want to cry for him everytime he falls! He gets on his knees, rocks, moves an inch and then he's flat on his face. But he's trying, and aside from the occasional scream of frustration, he's having fun.Andy has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106573866076716364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106573866076716364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106573866076716364' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106495758206355823</id><published>2003-09-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:33:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DoctorToday I took Andy (for real) to his four year checkup. You can read his detailed account of the day at PunditJunior.He did great, weighs 41.1 pounds and is 3' 7" tall. 70th% in both height and weight. Eyes, ears, back, teeth and other body systems all doing great.The only problem? His shots. He screamed. Like a little girl that had lost her best friend. You would have though you were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106495758206355823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106495758206355823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106495758206355823' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106492285391544147</id><published>2003-09-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T04:54:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other sideOn the other side of the coin, yesterday had some good points. Joshua started sort of crawling. He gets up on his knees, wiggles his little butt in the most adorable way, and crawls a tiny bit before falling and starting all over.  He's also FINALLY gotten his first tooth. It hasn't come all the way through but you can see it coming. It's on the top and he's chewing like crazy to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106492285391544147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106492285391544147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106492285391544147' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-10649227079460246</id><published>2003-09-30T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T04:56:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#%$*!Yesterday started out promising to be a good day. Then I woke up. I actually got to sleep in and didn't wake up until 8 -- I didn't get up until 8:30. Joshua was still sleeping (amazingly enough! He'd woken up to nurse at 5:30 so he was out!) and so I didn't to do some work. I'm taking online classes right now so I did some work for those, and was just kind of relaxing. I got dressed and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/10649227079460246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/10649227079460246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#10649227079460246' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106383204671201108</id><published>2003-09-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:43:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My BoysIf you haven't been to BabyPundit, Joshua has had his six month checkup and details are posted at his site. And so is this picture of my boys:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106383204671201108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106383204671201108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106383204671201108' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106328317081420204</id><published>2003-09-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T05:26:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9/11It is the anniversary of the September 11th attack on the World Trade Centers in New York.  A day that, to me, is simply the lowest point in history for the entire world.There are "rules" to war. There is no call for killing innocent people, and women and children are never supposed to be a target.  Pearl Harbor was a horrible incident, one that I previously thought could not be surpassed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106328317081420204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106328317081420204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106328317081420204' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106279638319270383</id><published>2003-09-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T14:13:03.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiest Place on EarthJust three minutes ago, AP reported a death at Disneyland.  Apparently, a car derailed off of a rollercoaster, killing one man and injuring ten.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106279638319270383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106279638319270383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106279638319270383' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106261455960185783</id><published>2003-09-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T11:42:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BabyToday Joshua had another cardiology doctor visit. He's 25th percent in weight (I was disturbed by this but the doctor is totally unconcerned), 50th percent in height. His heart looks wonderful and he's off all medicines now. The doctor said he'll see Joshua again in SIX months. Then most likely the appointments will become yearly. Joshua's totally unrestricted in any activities EXCEPT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106261455960185783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106261455960185783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106261455960185783' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106184775311096650</id><published>2003-08-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T06:19:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TravelThis post it literally going to be a huge rant. Don't want to hear it? Go somewhere else. Try Peter's site.Last Wednesday I drove myself and Joshua to the airport. We flew to Atlanta. Security, baggage check/claim, none of it was a problem.  My sister-in-law picked me up and we went to lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant. They've got the BEST ginger chicken I've ever had.  That night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106184775311096650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106184775311096650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106184775311096650' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106095040399078414</id><published>2003-08-15T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T05:31:07.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Power UpWell, at least for some the power is up again.  The article says the cause is still unknown -- but they know it isn't terrorist activity.I said immediately I didn't think it was terrorist related. Why? Because if it was, something would have happened immediately, while everyone was in chaos. Not after officials are trying to figure it out, getting more organized and securing cities. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106095040399078414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106095040399078414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106095040399078414' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106081764521674156</id><published>2003-08-13T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T16:38:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hospital PicturesThis link will take you to my mother's online photo album of Joshua's surgery pictures. They aren't labeled, but I assume anyone looking is smart enough to know what they are.  They start out with Joshua at his "pre-op" stages -- where the nurse gives oral medicine to make him sleepy and he's put in his gown and such, progresses to his post-op first pictures where he's all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106081764521674156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106081764521674156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081764521674156' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106065463981536840</id><published>2003-08-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:17:19.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AgainMore school news. Andy had a wonderful day and you can go to HIS website for details.And for a Joshua update go to HIS website.Also -- Peter found his car keys. Or rather, I did. I'm thinking that the man needs like 6 sets of keys. Maybe that's what I'll get him for Hannukkah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106065463981536840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106065463981536840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106065463981536840' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106060851184967819</id><published>2003-08-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T06:28:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain, Hospitals, Keys and SchoolWhat do all of the above have in common? They were all part of my weekend and Monday morning. On Friday, we drove down to Florida. Peter's grandmother Harriet (I adore her, by the way) is in the hospital. She actually just had a heart cath and stent put in, so we really wanted to get to see her. She's 80-something and has NEVER seen Joshua. No one else could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106060851184967819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106060851184967819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106060851184967819' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-106004239330540366</id><published>2003-08-04T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T17:13:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid TestsI really shouldn't read the news. It just pisses me off. This, was amusingly disturbing though.  In Massachusetts, all educators (teachers and up, including the top brass) have to pass a basic English literacy test. I think this is a great idea. I mean, if you're in a position of leading and directing our future, shouldn't you at least understand our language?Wilfredo T. Laboy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106004239330540366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/106004239330540366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106004239330540366' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105987927058835741</id><published>2003-08-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T19:54:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PreviewsMy son Andy has treated me to a vision of the future. I was cleaning Joshua up after he finished his jar of peaches (he loves those), and Peter yelled for me. It was not a casual yell, it was "hurry up, quick" kind of yell. He had just headed into the bathroom to see what Andy was doing, so I figured Andy was hurt. I hurredly grabbed Josh and ran into the bathroom, depositing Josh on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105987927058835741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105987927058835741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105987927058835741' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105961964763972342</id><published>2003-07-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T19:47:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing UpLast night my mother in law arrived. She is on her way to Florida for a Tupperware convention, but first she wanted to stop and see us on her way to go see her mother in law and her mother that both live further south in Florida.  As she was leaving today, Andy decided she wasn't allowed to. He didn't want her to go. And when he lost that argument, he decided HE wanted to go with her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105961964763972342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105961964763972342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105961964763972342' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105896858274095378</id><published>2003-07-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T06:56:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweeter ThoughtsSo, after thinking about the war and posting about the new Saddam tape, I decided it was time for sweeter thoughts. What could be sweeter than thinking about my babies? ;)Andy is currently pretending to be a hyena. He's STILL obsessed with Zoo Tycoon. A wonderful game, but for my four year old to be so involved and competent with it still scares me a bit! He's getting ready to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105896858274095378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105896858274095378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105896858274095378' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105896788487715371</id><published>2003-07-23T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:01:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SaddamThere's supposedly a new tape of Saddam -- and he's saying what? The war isn't over.  Surely this doesn't come as a surprise to anyone. How could anyone think the war IS over?  I guess Saddam is taking one last stab at being a dictator and decided to state the obvious to make it look like it was his decision to keep the war going.He's urging Iraqi's to keep fighting us, to keep the war</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105896788487715371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105896788487715371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105896788487715371' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105857263968359072</id><published>2003-07-18T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T16:57:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JoshuaAlmost five months old now! Joshua is doing wonderfully. He had a checkup on Tuesday with his pediatrician. This was his four month visit (at almost 5 months, I know, but he had to wait over a month past surgery before he could get his 4 month shots). He has lost a few ounces -- he weighs 14 pounds even now. However, his doctor says that could be any number of reasons -- for example, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105857263968359072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105857263968359072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105857263968359072' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105857187055662942</id><published>2003-07-18T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T16:44:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FrogsErr...the French I mean. Apparently, English words aren't good enough for France. Accordingly, they've banned the word e-mail from the French vocabulary.And their new word for e-mail? Courriel. What really strikes me as funny is WHY they chose the word courriel. ""Evocative, with a very French sound, the word 'courriel' is broadly used in the press and competes advantageously with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105857187055662942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105857187055662942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105857187055662942' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105831672639233616</id><published>2003-07-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T17:52:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HulkApparently, at least overseas, The Hulk, packs quite a large bulk in his little purple shorts.A little girl won a Hulk doll at a fair, and later, when she was playing with the doll she discovered how well endowed he was. On the 12" doll was a 2" penis.  Pretty damned impressive measurements, I might add.Admittedly, I wouldn't really want my children playing with the toy. However, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105831672639233616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105831672639233616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831672639233616' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105831066888834154</id><published>2003-07-15T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T16:11:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise, SurpriseThey've chickened out.  Again. Who? France.France has decided AGAINST sending troops to Iraq.Surprise, surprise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105831066888834154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105831066888834154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831066888834154' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105819016470952225</id><published>2003-07-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T06:42:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me a breakDon't we have enough to worry about right now? Obviously not. Democrats in particular, that is. Apparently, Bush made a reference in his January 28th State of the Union speech that has everyone in an uproar. The statement was about "an Iraqi quest for uranium in Africa ".  Both Bush's Secretary of Defense and his National Security Adviser say the statement is true. The problem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105819016470952225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105819016470952225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105819016470952225' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105780367905106768</id><published>2003-07-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T14:46:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One MonthToday, July 10th, is one MONTH since Joshua's surgery. I can't believe it. Josh is doing perfect. Last Thursday he went to the doctor and got a perfect bill of health. He's only on one medicine (and instead of a high dose three times a day, it's down to a low dose twice a day) and then just until his next cardiology appointment.The best part? Even though it means he'll be on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105780367905106768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105780367905106768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105780367905106768' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105778466559455444</id><published>2003-07-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T14:04:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Constitutional RightsEveryone has a constitutional right to free speech. That apparently also entails a right to being so absurdly STUPID that your free speech rights include TREASON in your mind.Ted Rall has written an article that alternately makes me want to laugh and cry.  I want to laugh because it's so amazingly stupid and pathetic that he actually wrote what he did.  Part of me is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105778466559455444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105778466559455444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105778466559455444' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105767244172911471</id><published>2003-07-08T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:54:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh-OhConjoined twins from Iran, died during a surgery to separate them. To undergo the surgery was very risky and dangerous, as the twins were 29-years old, and it's never been done before when the twins were adults. Two quotes from the article:"Dr. Marc Mayberg, chairman of neurosurgery at the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio, had said by telephone the pressure fluctuations could be fatal.""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105767244172911471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105767244172911471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767244172911471' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105762795656323126</id><published>2003-07-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T18:32:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IdiotsMichael Savage. MSNBC's ex-conservative talk show host extremist.  On his show Sunday, Savage told a gay caller: ""Oh, you're one of the sodomites! You should only get AIDS and die, you pig!""Everyone is entitled to free speech. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, however wrong or uneducated. But come on, when are people going to learn a LITTLE bit of common sense?  If you want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105762795656323126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105762795656323126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105762795656323126' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105742367267393924</id><published>2003-07-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T09:47:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThanksSo I'm a day late with this post, but oh well.  Yesterday was the Fourth of July. America's birthday.  Andy and I had a discussion about fireworks. He said they're loud and wanted to know why people would set them off. I said because they were pretty. He asked why they only did them on the Fourth of July. I said that it was America's birthday and because we couldn't make a huge cake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105742367267393924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105742367267393924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105742367267393924' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105708191860730837</id><published>2003-07-01T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T10:51:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua UpdateWarning: This is a post about Joshua. If you have no interest in reading yet more about my children, leave now.Today Joshua went to get yet another chest X-ray, for his doctor's appointment on Thursday.  They're looking to make sure there's no fluid around the heart and/or lungs, nothing's out of place and there's no swelling. So far so good. We're hoping that they'll start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105708191860730837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105708191860730837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105708191860730837' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105699194592384188</id><published>2003-06-30T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T09:52:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swords and SupermarketsApparently, a schizophrenic 30 year old man went to an Albertson's grocery store in California with his sword.  There he proceeded to kill three people, wounded three more and wound up dead himself when police fatally shot him.  His mother said he's troubled, his sister said he's kind.  The man had quit his job at Albertson's about two weeks before, the article said. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105699194592384188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105699194592384188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105699194592384188' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105663484492316471</id><published>2003-06-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T06:43:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Much TimeSome people simply have too much time on their hands. And to make this even worse, we PAY them to do stuff like this study (found on the Compuserve Member News Area):"The Friendliest City In the World Is......Rio de Janeiro. It took a bunch of social psychologists from California State University at Fresno who traveled the globe for six years to measure human friendliness, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105663484492316471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105663484492316471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105663484492316471' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-105663448488408542</id><published>2003-06-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T06:34:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Goes OnTwo weeks (and two days) ago Joshua had his surgery. His scar is healing perfectly, his chest tube scab is being replaced by the scar that will remain there, he's growing and playing and in general is doing wonderful. For the past three days he has all but refused to eat, but since he isn't sick, has plenty of diapers messed for me to change still, and is in a good mood I really am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105663448488408542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/105663448488408542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105663448488408542' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95944531</id><published>2003-06-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T06:30:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four MonthsToday Josh turns four months old. In his short little four months of life, the kid has been through a LOT. Bi-weekly doctor visits to one doctor or another, X-rays and Echocardiograms, heart surgery and recovery. The poor kid has been beat up and tossed around. And it hasn't bothered him one single bit. Thursday I took Josh to his pediatrician. He got the steri-strips that were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95944531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95944531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95944531' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95799287</id><published>2003-06-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T11:21:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Follow-UpToday we took Joshua for his one week post-op follow up with the cardiologist.  He weighs 14 pounds 11 ounces -- which is GREAT. He weighed 14 pounds going into surgery and they expected him to lose weight now, not gain. His incision looks wonderful and Friday his primary care doctor will remove the chest tube stitch (hopefully he will agree to or we go back to the cardiologist, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95799287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95799287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95799287' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95727789</id><published>2003-06-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:59:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy BabyToday is the day Joshua was "scheduled" to be released from the hospital.  He's been out since Friday -- and doing wonderfully.  We actually got to spend Father's Day at Shayna's -- rather than the hospital. Joshua has been smiling, laughing, playing and talking like nothing ever happened. The only thing he doesn't want to do is be on his tummy -- although, I wouldn't either if I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95727789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95727789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95727789' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95638584</id><published>2003-06-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T12:00:22.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThanksToday is Friday the 13th.  An "unlucky" day.  Or rather, it should be.  But instead, I'm thrilled. Why? Because at 12 noon today -- EXACTLY three days after his open heart surgery -- Joshua was discharged from the hospital.  He's doing wonderfully. His chest looks like a sticky dirty mess of blood and tape, he has a few blisters from the telemetry wires, and he's still rather sore and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95638584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95638584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95638584' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95591042</id><published>2003-06-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T07:49:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateContrary to what we were told yesterday, Joshua did not in fact have to stay in the CICU again. He left CICU on Wednesday around 5:30/6:00 PM -- one day post-op, a great surprise and indication of his recovery time. He has eaten pumped breastmilk several times both yesterday evening and this morning. He had a miserable night, crying all night and barely eating, but is doing MUCH better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95591042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95591042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95591042' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95554903</id><published>2003-06-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T09:42:43.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WednesdayJoshua is going to be spending one more night in the CICU so that they can observe him more closely due to his heart rate levels yesterday.  They have taken out the breathing tube and he's breathing on his own.  He looks SO much better today!!!  Thank you all so much for the support and prayers!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95554903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95554903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95554903' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95515876</id><published>2003-06-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T11:22:21.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua UpdateJoshua is out of surgery.  He's currently in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit (CICU) and doing well.  He has a slightly elevated heart rate but they're giving him medicine for that.  Thank you all so very very much for all of the prayers.  We'll be posting updates when we can.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95515876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95515876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95515876' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95385383</id><published>2003-06-06T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T13:54:10.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOAThis will be my last post for a couple of days -- probably right around a week.  I will be taking Joshua tomorrow and heading up for his surgery on Tuesday. I will be staying with him at the hospital every minute until he comes home.  Until then, unless Peter posts something here for me, this will be the last post.  Again, please feel free to post comments, thoughts and prayers, we WILL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95385383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95385383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95385383' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95385353</id><published>2003-06-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T13:52:54.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father's DayFather's Day is Sunday, June 15th. Joshua will be in the hospital.  Last year, on Father's Day, Andy was in the hospital. I'm beginning to hate Father's Day!!  Last year, we were in New Jersey visiting Peter's mother and father.  Peter has a friend from high school that now lives on the same street as my in-laws do, and she happens to have a little girl barely older than Andy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95385353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95385353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95385353' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95384849</id><published>2003-06-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T13:36:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShallowAccording to this article on CNN Money, a firm that trains marriage counselors have decided five questions you need to ask a prospective spouse.1. Assets2. Debts3. Money Habits4. Managing Money together5. Estate PlanningCall me unrealistic and cynical, but does a single marriage based on these five questions have a chance in hell of lasting? I don't think so.  Now, they ARE five </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95384849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95384849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95384849' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95383340</id><published>2003-06-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T13:29:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua and Andy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95383340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95383340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95383340' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95382045</id><published>2003-06-06T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T12:14:52.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Showcase Vote #2Free SpeechI'd say go vote for me but, well, Blogger won't cooperate so the permalinks don't work so you actually can't vote for me.  Go vote anyway, though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95382045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95382045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95382045' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95325297</id><published>2003-06-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T06:17:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh-ohHere we go again. Abortion laws.  This law is to ban partial-birth abortions.So, not that I want to start a big debate, here is my opinion.  I think a woman should have a right to choose. However, I agree that partial-birth abortions should be banned.  There comes a point in time where you are killing a baby, not a fetus.  When is that point? As the baby is either able to realistically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95325297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95325297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95325297' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95281749</id><published>2003-06-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T06:12:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SosaAnyone who knows me knows that I couldn't care less about sports. Honestly, I just don't like watching sports. However, being married and having two sons, I don't really have a choice. Oh well. That being said, I figured if Peter could make me watch baseball -- I would comment on Sammy Sosa.First, I would like to say that personally I am impressed he didn't deny it. Most people would do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95281749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95281749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95281749' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95237536</id><published>2003-06-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T07:25:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One WeekAt this time, one week from today, I will be in a surgical waiting room in a children's hospital -- desperately praying that my son will be okay, waiting to hear something, and trying to stay calm. Everyone (doctors, friends, family, EVERYONE) has told me this is a routine surgery. People I don't know have e-mailed me telling me their horror stories that turned out right. People I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95237536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95237536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95237536' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95199928</id><published>2003-06-02T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T10:39:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JoshAn updated picture of my baby :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95199928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95199928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95199928' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95192395</id><published>2003-06-02T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T12:31:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newbies...First worthy blog in the New Blog Showcase is Sanity's Edge. Vote for me if you want to.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95192395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95192395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95192395' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95191478</id><published>2003-06-02T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T07:11:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IgnoranceHave you ever heard the phrase ignorance is bliss?  I have to agree now.  My little itty bitty baby boy Joshua is having open heart surgery this month. Actually, next week.  His pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon (say that ten times fast) sent us a pre-op educational video.  My husband, being the anti-hospital, anti-doctor man that he is, didn't want to see it. So I watched it alone.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95191478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95191478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95191478' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95136181</id><published>2003-05-31T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T17:59:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HelpIt's not often that I will endorse charities or things of that sort. However, when I do it's because I really find it worthwhile and hope you will to.  With that in mind, I would like for everyone to go take a look at this e-bay auction.NBC is doing a show called Night of Too Many Stars to benefit autism.  The auction has items donated by the stars that you may bid on. All proceeds go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95136181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95136181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95136181' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95103228</id><published>2003-05-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T19:06:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father's DaySo, today while I was looking at my site meter, I noticed someone had done a search and ultimately come to my site. The search was a Google search for "male kangaroo" and I went to see where I ended up on that list.  On my way down the page looking for my site, I noticed a site I absolutely couldn't believe. When I called my mother to tell her about this site while laughing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95103228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95103228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95103228' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95093675</id><published>2003-05-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T12:45:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmusingAgain, another Compuserve news tidbit.  This one is quite amusing.The Ultimate High School Senior Prank'Tis the season for prom, graduation, and senior pranks. About 15 students from Fayetteville-Manlius High School in Syracuse, N.Y., were just following this hallowed tradition of high school seniors everywhere when they came up with what some might consider the ultimate prank. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95093675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95093675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95093675' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95093497</id><published>2003-05-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T12:40:50.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ActorsApparently, Sean Penn is the latest actor to lose his mind. From the article:"He said the US-led invasion of Iraq was, "done without any credible evidence of imminent threat to the United States. "Our flag has been waving, it seems, in servicing a regime change significantly benefiting US corporations."  "Our Secretary of State presented plagiarized evidence of WMD (weapons of mass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95093497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95093497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95093497' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95079164</id><published>2003-05-30T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T06:29:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IsraelAccording to this article, Israel has agreed to consider a Palestinian state. But, before they do, they want violence against Israeli's to stop.  That doesn't sound too unreasonable, does it?  "The Palestinians demand implementation of the U.S.-backed "road map" plan leading to a Palestinian state. The Israelis say all additional steps are contingent on a crackdown against violent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95079164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95079164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95079164' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95042807</id><published>2003-05-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T10:45:32.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Selective HearingMy son Andy just turned four.  And ever since when he goes to do something differently he explains that he did it that way as a three year old, but he's four now and that's a big boy so he has to do it another way. For example, he loves his kid sized silverware. I've been trying for two years to get him off of the things and using real silverware. Now he refuses to use the kid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95042807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95042807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95042807' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95042478</id><published>2003-05-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T10:37:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My solutionIt seems to me everyone has a complaint about the war, or what we're doing. So I came up with my own solution. Any country that complains gets three chances. The first time they're warned, the second the get their name put in the war room. The third time they complain, we blow the shit out of them. I rather think no one will complain again ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95042478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95042478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95042478' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-95041950</id><published>2003-05-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T10:25:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What?!According to Amnesty International, our war on terror has made the world a MORE dangerous place "by curbing human rights, undermining international law and shielding governments from scrutiny".More from this article:  "If the war on terror was supposed to make the world safer, it has failed, and has given governments an excuse to abuse human rights in the name of state security, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95041950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/95041950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95041950' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94987003</id><published>2003-05-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T06:14:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PresidentsGallup Poll did a survey to find out which Presidents we think are the best. The top 10 U.S. presidents, according to the Gallup poll:1. Abraham Lincoln: 15 percent2. John F. Kennedy: 13 percent3. George W. Bush and Bill Clinton (tie): 11 percent5. Ronald Reagan: 10 percent6. Franklin Roosevelt: 9 percent7. George Washington: 7 percent8. Harry Truman: 4 percent9. Jimmy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94987003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94987003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94987003' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94939270</id><published>2003-05-27T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T06:45:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke of the DayOne of my friends gets a joke of the day e-mail and today she forwarded it to me. Nothing great, but it is cute.Two women were at a bar. One looked at the other and said, "You know, 80 percent of all men think the best way to end an argument is to make love.""Well," said the other woman," that will certainly revolutionize the game of hockey!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94939270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94939270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94939270' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94939227</id><published>2003-05-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T06:44:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeekendOur Memorial Day weekend was crazy, to put it mildly.  My husband's sister had to speak at a seminar in Amelia Island, FL on Saturday, so it turned into a family vacation of sorts.  My sister-in-law, her three sons, my mother-in-law and HER mother all came in. And we spent the weekend driving between our house and the Island.  Not fun, but hey, I wasn't the one driving -- Peter was ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94939227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94939227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94939227' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94783408</id><published>2003-05-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T06:02:23.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest-a-knotWhat's a rest-a-knot?  My four year old son's words for restaurant.  The other day I asked Andy what he wanted for lunch.  He told me, I made it and put it in front of him. I also made my lunch and set out Peter's lunch. All three were, of course, different things.  As I sat down to eat my lunch with him, Andy remarked that our house is kind of like a rest-a-knot.  I laughed and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94783408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94783408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94783408' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94751203</id><published>2003-05-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T12:42:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MayAlmost the end of May. May has been a weird month for us here in the Salomon household.  My baby boy, Andy, turned four years old. And on top of that he was enrolled in pre-K.  I know this is a thing every mother goes through but damn it, I just can't believe my baby is going to school. Joshua got lots of shots this month. His two month immunizations (including a fourth one for Polio -- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94751203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94751203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94751203' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94684104</id><published>2003-05-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T06:32:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MenI found a rather amusing article online. It's short, so I've just posted the text.  It's from the Compuserve member news area for those of you interested in its origination."Cost In $$$ of Cheating On Your WifeIf you're thinking of cheating, maybe this will help you to stay true to your wedding vows. The cost of a four-month affair--in dollars and cents only--can be as high as $25,664, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94684104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94684104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94684104' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94587532</id><published>2003-05-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T12:57:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicide BomberAnother suicide bomber has killed Israelis.  Today at an Israeli shopping mall, a Palestinian suicide bomber killed 4 Israelis plus his/herself (they actually think this one might have been a woman) and has seriously injured 15 others.  Hamas has yet to claim responsibility for this attack, but it wouldn't be surprising if they do.  From the article: "Hamas spokesman Abdel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94587532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94587532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94587532' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94580511</id><published>2003-05-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T12:57:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ResignationAri Fleischer, the White House spokesman, is resigning in July.  He says it's because he wants to go private and wants to be out before Bush's re-election campaign gets started full swing.  Personally, I like the guy. To quote from the article:"He acknowledged shooting himself in the foot when he snapped that "one bullet" in Saddam Hussein's head would be cheaper than a war."Who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94580511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94580511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94580511' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94580412</id><published>2003-05-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T06:56:23.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet DreamsSaturday night, Joshua and I spent the night at our Temple with my Sunday School kids for their end of year party. They wanted a shul-in, and I stupidly agreed.  Actually, it wasn't all that bad. The kids were all out by 12:30, though up by 7.  They played and had a great time and generally accomplished nothing but stomach aches from all the pizza and carbonated drinks they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94580412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94580412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94580412' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94451522</id><published>2003-05-16T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T07:47:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More SARSThe Health Chief of Taiwan has just resigned, because there has been another outbreak of SARS. Actually, there are now ten new cases of SARS in Taiwan. Along with the ten new cases, three people have died recently, and two were the first doctors to die from SARS.  The new Health Chief did announce that they expect another wave of outbreaks before it starts getting better, so we'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94451522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94451522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94451522' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94451202</id><published>2003-05-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T07:41:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deadly CandyI was serious when I said there's always something bad for us.  Back in 1999, an 11 year old girl choked on a piece of candy that contained a gel that doesn't dissolve in the mouth -- it has to be chewed.  The girl wound up in a coma until July 2001 when she died.  The jury just awarded her parents $16 MILLION dollars. The article says that the gel in the candy has caused more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94451202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94451202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94451202' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94450941</id><published>2003-05-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T07:36:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More WarningsIf it's not one thing, it's another. Now there is a call to label Teflon pans with a warning that it may be potentially dangerous to our health.  Apparently, if you heat a Teflon pan to a high enough temperature it releases chemicals, two of which are carcinogens -- or cancer causing agents.  Teflon has known it kills birds, but says it doesn't kill humans.  I think I'll stick with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94450941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94450941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94450941' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94403916</id><published>2003-05-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T11:37:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet CheeksWhat do you get when you cross a four year old, a baby and powdered sugar?  Sweetcheeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94403916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94403916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94403916' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94388734</id><published>2003-05-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T06:43:22.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good MorningThis morning Joshua woke up at 7 and wanted to stay up. Since he'd slept through the night for the most part (11-4 and then 4:15-7) I decided I could cope with this.  We spent an hour cuddling and talking and playing.  There is nothing so sweet as having your little baby smile at you and coo.  Except maybe your four year old throwing his arms around you and saying "I love you Mommy"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94388734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94388734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94388734' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94348528</id><published>2003-05-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T13:45:31.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IssuesOkay, so I'm posting a lot today.  My husband posted about his 'third' novel on his website.  In his post (titled Query Letter) he talks about his past two novels and his third one he's just completed, and how he's trying to actually publish this third novel.  I would like the record to show several things. First, my husband has written three novels, none published. However, they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94348528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94348528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94348528' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94347867</id><published>2003-05-14T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T13:33:43.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a ShameIn answer to budget cuts, several states have or are considering cutting their prison food budgets.  Different states are doing this different ways.  I have no problem with this.  What gets me is this quote:""Nonsense, answer state correction officials, who say prison meals are nutritious if not always delicious, and that limiting second helpings is likely to make prisoners more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94347867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94347867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94347867' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94336075</id><published>2003-05-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T09:33:08.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpringerA couple of days ago, I made a post titled "Can't Buy Love".  Some of you may have noticed the Jerry Springer like responses that generated in my comments.  The writer of the first post made the comment that some people equate money with love, and that with no money there is no relationship.In reading this cynical comment, I've decided to respond.  I don't think money has anything to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94336075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94336075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94336075' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94335772</id><published>2003-05-14T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T09:26:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing UpThis morning I took Andy to register for Pre-K.  The new school year begins in August, and my baby boy will be a part of it. He's quite excited about it. We looked at the school and the playgrounds -- the most important part to any child -- and saw a classroom.  As we left he asked why we were leaving, because he wanted to stay. It's hard to believe that my little baby will be of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94335772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94335772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94335772' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94264826</id><published>2003-05-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T07:06:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snack TimeIt's not a great day in the food industry.  First, we have a lizard head found in a salad from Applebee's.  Apparently, Applebee's has switched to using those handy pre-packaged lettuces for their salads, and somehow a lizard head got into it.  How the person MAKING THE SALAD at Applebee's missed a freaking lizard head, I don't know.  On the plus side the head was negative for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94264826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94264826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94264826' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94201995</id><published>2003-05-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T06:49:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mother's DayI know I am a day late -- but I spent yesterday with my baby boys, so I didn't get a chance to post!  So, in honor of Mother's Day, I would like to post a little bit about MY mother.My mother was my biggest champion as I was growing up.  She always believed I could do whatever I wanted to, and encouraged me to do just that.  That sounds rather ordinary and well, cliche.  But it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94201995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94201995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94201995' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221882.post-94201464</id><published>2003-05-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T06:37:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SARSThe article linked above mentions the new cases of SARS in Taiwan -- including 8 new deaths -- as well as other parts of the world and how they are coping.  Personally, I would like to thank Malaysia.  They appear to be the only other country around the infected parts of the world with any damned sense.  "In Malaysia, where two people have died of the illness, German Chancellor Gerhard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94201464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221882/posts/default/94201464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrspseudopsalms.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94201464' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379546313630540682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
