<?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-5847683075654605513</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:28:06.186-07:00</updated><category term='PSA'/><category term='me'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Campbell'/><title type='text'>Robin's Refreshments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2779285970680524770</id><published>2010-03-06T11:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:29:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny</title><content type='html'>Here she is. Penny Lou Healy born February 25th at 3:13pm.&lt;br /&gt;Weight- 7lbs 6oz&lt;br /&gt;Height- 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm so late to announce her birth. My sister took the sweetest pictures of Penny and made her the most darling headbands. I love my precious little newborn. So far she is an angel baby. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/chuckarama/penny4web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/chuckarama/penny5web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/chuckarama/penny6web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2779285970680524770?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2779285970680524770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2779285970680524770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2779285970680524770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2779285970680524770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2010/03/penny.html' title='Penny'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3256915463858923278</id><published>2009-12-17T23:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:30:09.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone still reads my blog.  I don't blame you.  I've kind of given up on it.  I'm hoping to go blog bananas in 2010.  I have a few developments that I figure I might as well share.  I'm horrible at picking up the phone so this is how I am getting the info out.  Two main things.  I'm having another girl scheduled to arrive March 6, 2010.  Also, we are moving to California.  Nate is going to go to school and I'm going to cheer him on.  I won't officially be residing in Cali until after the babe is born but I am going to help with the move and so forth.  So, I have been a horrible friend when it comes to correspondence.  Please forgive me.  I'm hoping the distance from my family will be enough motivation to get my blog up and running again.  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3256915463858923278?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3256915463858923278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3256915463858923278' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3256915463858923278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3256915463858923278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2009/12/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7445741644347743247</id><published>2009-03-08T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:38:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are making me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel a little hopeless these days.  Every time I turn on the news it's about how many people are out of work and how the economy hasn't been this bad since blah blah blah. All of this dismal news has motivated me to think of things that are making me happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;A few of the cute words C has learned - bug and belly(sounds like bucky).&lt;br /&gt;C initiates a goodnight kiss(serious heart melter alert).&lt;br /&gt;My faith.&lt;br /&gt;My families.&lt;br /&gt;Nate graduating this spring.&lt;br /&gt;A vacation in May.&lt;br /&gt;Spring(I heard it was supposed to snow tomorrow...boo).&lt;br /&gt;Connecting with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;C will be eligible for nursery in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to add to this list in the future.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7445741644347743247?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7445741644347743247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7445741644347743247' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7445741644347743247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7445741644347743247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-are-making-me-happy-right.html' title='Things that are making me happy right now.'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3635985654689461026</id><published>2009-02-16T13:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:00:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Nate...Save The Date</title><content type='html'>You've probably already heard people talking at the watercoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: Nate's Art Show&lt;br /&gt;When: Friday Feb 20th a.k.a this friday&lt;br /&gt;Where: WSU Shepherd Union Building Gallery(probably not the official name of the gallery)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:00-9:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you miss the opening shabang(shame on you) you can still view his art through March 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions according to Robin - I would enter through the south entrance of the union building. Walk left of the information desk approximately 61 steps. You can't miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3635985654689461026?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3635985654689461026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3635985654689461026' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3635985654689461026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3635985654689461026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-love-natesave-date.html' title='If You Love Nate...Save The Date'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8543489275428841337</id><published>2008-12-18T00:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:37:11.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUn9m7IEoKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/en9OWalwSDg/s1600-h/100_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUn9m7IEoKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/en9OWalwSDg/s320/100_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281030883217023138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to profess my love for this sweet guy. I was going to shout it from the roof top but it's a little steep and icy and dangerous. Anyhoozie, I Love You Nate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8543489275428841337?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8543489275428841337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8543489275428841337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8543489275428841337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8543489275428841337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-man.html' title='I love you Man!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUn9m7IEoKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/en9OWalwSDg/s72-c/100_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8886021443613209810</id><published>2008-12-17T14:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:25:38.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top-Notch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUl8UmpcHJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l9Jagg8I6xw/s1600-h/campbellmoose+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUl8UmpcHJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l9Jagg8I6xw/s320/campbellmoose+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280888731482201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell is demonstrating the latest trend in Antler fashion. Think outside the box people. If only Rudolph knew this simple trick all the other reindeer would not have laughed and called him names.&lt;br /&gt;My little girl cracks me up. She loves putting things on her head. The antlers are her latest victim. It is not unusual for me to look out of the corner of my eye to see one of Nate's socks on top of her head. If I have a laundry basket of clean clothes you know she's going to find something to put on her head. She only discriminates against pretty bows or say a cute brown beanie with a pink bow(which she looks adorable in).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8886021443613209810?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8886021443613209810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8886021443613209810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8886021443613209810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8886021443613209810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-notch.html' title='Top-Notch'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SUl8UmpcHJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l9Jagg8I6xw/s72-c/campbellmoose+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6438646584905999679</id><published>2008-12-02T01:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:14:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IsvWK_EedLU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IsvWK_EedLU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was telling my mom about this video today. I don't remember how I was introduced to this little ditty but it's a fave. Tis the season for colds, eh? Poor little bunny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6438646584905999679?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6438646584905999679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6438646584905999679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6438646584905999679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6438646584905999679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-little-bunny.html' title='Man Cold'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5434198906894463079</id><published>2008-11-03T22:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:55:44.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SQ_j2kZKaNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R8njxp6io90/s1600-h/lamb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SQ_j2kZKaNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R8njxp6io90/s400/lamb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264677016041056466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5434198906894463079?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5434198906894463079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5434198906894463079' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5434198906894463079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5434198906894463079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/11/baaaaaah.html' title='Baaaaaah!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SQ_j2kZKaNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R8njxp6io90/s72-c/lamb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2866632854210745268</id><published>2008-10-04T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:52:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggin' Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOgPcniav6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/c6MKTt3D0I0/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOgPcniav6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/c6MKTt3D0I0/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465949651779490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOgPc3cXnOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/epgcph_GxrY/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOgPc3cXnOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/epgcph_GxrY/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465953921375458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went out a couple of weeks ago so I had to dig for some candles. In my search I found some old wigs. Campbell's hair color is still a bit of a mystery so I decided to see how she would look as a blonde or a brunette. What do ya think? Let's hope when her hair does arrive it won't have this much volume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2866632854210745268?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2866632854210745268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2866632854210745268' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2866632854210745268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2866632854210745268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/10/wiggin-out.html' title='Wiggin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOgPcniav6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/c6MKTt3D0I0/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3705671504716291013</id><published>2008-09-28T23:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:50:38.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the FROG!</title><content type='html'>Friday morning(early morning)as I lay in bed I heard a thump and then Campbell's cry. I assumed she bumped her head on her crib and it woke her up.  I went in her room to comfort her and heard another thump coming from the window well. I thought for sure it was a bird because it has happened before. It was dark outside and I couldn't see anything so I left it at that. When I woke up for the day I opened the curtains to see what the deal was and this big guy was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOB4XVtBtEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xWcjraHzTAQ/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOB4XVtBtEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xWcjraHzTAQ/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251329507872322626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOB4XsSOfUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BISyFaUbLtk/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOB4XsSOfUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BISyFaUbLtk/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251329513933929794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest frog I have ever seen. I googled him and it looks like he is a north american bullfrog. Who knew! Nate's sister Sarah is in town and she was brave enough to retrieve him from the window. We let him go in the backyard. Who knows where he is now. The neighbor was mowing the lawn at the time so hopefully he found a safe path. Seriously...what the frog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3705671504716291013?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3705671504716291013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3705671504716291013' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3705671504716291013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3705671504716291013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-frog.html' title='What the FROG!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOB4XVtBtEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xWcjraHzTAQ/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-407938918539220996</id><published>2008-09-26T10:57:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:54:26.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campbell is ONE!</title><content type='html'>Campbell's 1st birthday was Thursday the 25th. I asked her if she felt any different and she just looked at me. I think that's a no. We celebrated with ice cream, cake and a pinata. We are so thankful for everyone that was able to come out to honor our little birthday girl. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to document a few things she is doing at 12 months/1yr old&lt;br /&gt;-army crawling(Nate calls it the wounded marine)&lt;br /&gt;-just starting to pull herself up onto small things. Not ready for a coffee table just yet.&lt;br /&gt;-new sound effects: When she sees a can of soda or any drink she gasps like she just took a drink&lt;br /&gt;-new words: baby, mama &amp; dada(she knows what they mean), ball(sounds like bah) Ah Oh...get it!&lt;br /&gt;-tricks: If you say Campbell where's my nose she will grab it. She knows where my eyes are too.&lt;br /&gt;-favorite activites: peek-a-boo with Dad, crawling into the bathroom(sick), sliding on the wood floors&lt;br /&gt;-she doesn't self feed. I have to feed her everything. She does like milk..Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;-her wave has advanced from a two handed wave to an official one handed wave.&lt;br /&gt;-she likes itsy bitsy spider by Grandma Jan.&lt;br /&gt;-she carries lip gloss with her all day long(she doesn't apply it, she just likes to hold it. If I take it away she screams like the dickens)&lt;br /&gt;-she leans in for a kiss and gives me hugs(melts my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the birthday bash. I think we were focused on the video camera so of course I only have a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell sitting in one of the gift boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQHinMhcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzjzSX9zmaU/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQHinMhcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzjzSX9zmaU/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285255994508738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random party pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1cP0eLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N9FTpjZllE4/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1cP0eLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N9FTpjZllE4/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251286044559833266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1gfsmEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aMSwQNh_61Y/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1gfsmEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aMSwQNh_61Y/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251286045700167746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1n73LdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E32njeWIABo/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQ1n73LdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E32njeWIABo/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251286047697350098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-407938918539220996?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/407938918539220996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=407938918539220996' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/407938918539220996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/407938918539220996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/09/campbell-is-one.html' title='Campbell is ONE!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SOBQHinMhcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzjzSX9zmaU/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7835311942129943817</id><published>2008-09-08T22:56:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:44:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chippity Chop</title><content type='html'>I decided to put a stop to this long hair charade of mine. I looked at my hair last week and it reminded me of this(minus the eggs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMYbGtvaeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8SOma-R1ylg/s1600-h/hairnest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMYbGtvaeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8SOma-R1ylg/s400/hairnest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243908618291149026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not capable of maintaining anything that lingers past my shoulders. I would have cut it sooner but the lady at the chinese restaurant we frequent told me I looked MUUUUUUUUUUCH younger with long hair. I don't know why I even cared about what she said but I did. I think when she told me it was at a sensitive moment in my life. So...my hair kind of looks like it did when I got married. Kind of like this picture of Sienna(give or take)when it isn't greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMYWbzaS1DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sJ2UnrgXJN0/s1600-h/sienna-miller-hair-2005-via-imdb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMYWbzaS1DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sJ2UnrgXJN0/s320/sienna-miller-hair-2005-via-imdb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243903483032294450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can style it properly. Anyhoozie...it's late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7835311942129943817?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7835311942129943817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7835311942129943817' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7835311942129943817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7835311942129943817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/09/chippity-chop.html' title='Chippity Chop'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMYbGtvaeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8SOma-R1ylg/s72-c/hairnest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-9172396179736825830</id><published>2008-09-05T20:24:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:56:36.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation 2008</title><content type='html'>I've decided blogging is more of a winter sport. At least for me anyways. I've been lazy about posting and lazy about commenting. I've had quite a few people ask me where I went on vacation. We went to Maui and we had a blast. I should have posted sooner but I think I've already explained why I probably didn't. Just lazy shmazy. So, now I don't remember a lot of the fun details and I took maybe 10 photos the whole time I was there. I didn't even take a beach type picture. Who goes to Hawaii and doesn't take a single picture of the beach? Ummm...that would be me. WAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank out of this big pineapple at the Luau. My hand looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH6hw1iQZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2TedTzxEk6k/s1600-h/100_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH6hw1iQZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2TedTzxEk6k/s320/100_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242746899188040082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some cool pictures in the Maui junglemountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH8CJMbRlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NfkzB5r-yrc/s1600-h/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH8CJMbRlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NfkzB5r-yrc/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242748554993944146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH8mMIxwRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8npE3frcDmA/s1600-h/100_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH8mMIxwRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8npE3frcDmA/s320/100_0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242749174259237138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balcony of our condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH9SRFkjmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KkK4te-tr_E/s1600-h/100_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH9SRFkjmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KkK4te-tr_E/s320/100_0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242749931502210658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and C at the Luau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMLDqk4CgdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zh0lfh43prw/s1600-h/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMLDqk4CgdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zh0lfh43prw/s320/100_0731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242968052433322450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might appear that I went on this vacation with just Nate and Campbell but there was actually 20 plus Healys. It was so much fun to be with family in such a beautiful place. Goodbye Maui, it was nice meeting you. Let's do it again...call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-9172396179736825830?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/9172396179736825830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=9172396179736825830' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9172396179736825830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9172396179736825830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-vacation-2008.html' title='Summer Vacation 2008'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SMH6hw1iQZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2TedTzxEk6k/s72-c/100_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8777183399575922621</id><published>2008-08-16T20:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:35:24.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3gNqlz5XlmA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3gNqlz5XlmA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I changed Campbell's diaper today(obviously). It used to be a lot easier. I was in complete control. Not anymore. This video is a pretty close comparison to changing C's diaper at 10 months old. Okay, I'm exaggerating...kind of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8777183399575922621?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8777183399575922621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8777183399575922621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8777183399575922621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8777183399575922621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/08/diaper-changing.html' title='Diaper Changing'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4005299200888183568</id><published>2008-07-26T23:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:28:02.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Calls!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going on vacation. A much needed vacation. That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4005299200888183568?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4005299200888183568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4005299200888183568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4005299200888183568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4005299200888183568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-my-calls.html' title='Hold My Calls!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1839822763184977804</id><published>2008-07-20T21:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:04:03.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>This is a tag yo. I haven't done one of these in a while. My friend Kendra had this on her blog so I'm stealin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote - Attention Mom...you are required to leave a comment. Just in case no one else does I don't want to feel like a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1839822763184977804?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1839822763184977804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1839822763184977804' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1839822763184977804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1839822763184977804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6729249930637068477</id><published>2008-07-20T19:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:52:05.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty amazing</title><content type='html'>Today I carried more weight than I ever thought was humanly possible. I put the straps of my diaper bag under each armpit and converted it to a backpack. I carried  a jello salad with my right hand and I carried Campbell in her carseat with my left hand. Picture me in 3 inch heels walking up a steep driveway and then walking up a flight of stairs. When I got to the top I was huffing and puffing but I said under my breath..."I'm pretty amazing." Looking back at my acheivment it really was a dumb thing to do. I could have hurt myself or worse, my little Campbell. Now my back is killing me. I feel more stupid than amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still kind of proud I carried so much stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6729249930637068477?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6729249930637068477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6729249930637068477' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6729249930637068477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6729249930637068477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-pretty-amazing.html' title='I&apos;m pretty amazing'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7677170752324477544</id><published>2008-07-09T21:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:54:20.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first time for everything</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot to blog about these days. The laptop is on the fritz so I take my turn on the desktop. I don't know how to load pictures on this monster computer. I'm sure it's not hard but I am a slow learner. I thought I would jot down a few dittys while they are fresh on the mind. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st trip to the E.R.&lt;/strong&gt; - Another overreaction from 1st time parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st word &lt;/strong&gt;- Campbell says AH OH when something drops to the ground. Now she is making a fun game out of it. She has blabbed mama and dada but she doesn't associate them with us. I am counting AH OH as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st tooth &lt;/strong&gt;- I thought it would never get here. She started showing the signs of teething at 5 months. Finally 4 months later a tooth is born. Why do I even care???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st drink from a cup &lt;/strong&gt;- I gave Campbell a cup of water at the family reunion. She liked it. It was a team effort. She opened her mouth and I poured it in. She kept opening her mouth for more. This probably isn't a big deal to anyone else. Campbell refused a binky and a bottle so for me this is huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7677170752324477544?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7677170752324477544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7677170752324477544' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7677170752324477544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7677170752324477544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first time for everything'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5614583438808642676</id><published>2008-06-27T15:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:06:51.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9 month lean machine</title><content type='html'>Campbell turned 9 months on Wednesday. So...she's basically been out of my belly as long as she was in my belly. Give or take. I took her to the doctor today for her check-up. Same story different day. I used to leave so sad about her weight but you know it is what it is. She weighs 14lbs 7oz(1%)Noggin 16.9(22%) Length 27.83in(60%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of Campbell's favorite things in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;-Nate&lt;br /&gt;-stuffed animal tiger&lt;br /&gt;-clapping&lt;br /&gt;-scooting&lt;br /&gt;-indian chant(hand over mouth eye ya ya ya eye ya ya ya)&lt;br /&gt;-giggling/babbling&lt;br /&gt;-cell phones&lt;br /&gt;-yogurt&lt;br /&gt;-cords&lt;br /&gt;-paper&lt;br /&gt;-wipes&lt;br /&gt;-hitting herself in the head(I'm not too concerned just yet)&lt;br /&gt;-waving&lt;br /&gt;-the remote control&lt;br /&gt;-screaming(horror movie style)&lt;br /&gt;-splashing in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a wrap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5614583438808642676?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5614583438808642676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5614583438808642676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5614583438808642676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5614583438808642676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-9-month-lean-machine.html' title='My 9 month lean machine'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5856601292007500088</id><published>2008-06-26T00:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:06:46.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Loves This Guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SGNHp3QtXEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8lr-jIJ76Kg/s1600-h/img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SGNHp3QtXEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8lr-jIJ76Kg/s320/img006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216091577959406658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO! Happy Birthday Dad! You are the coolest! &lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few facts &amp; figures about my Pops in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;-I'm pretty sure he can fix almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;-He likes to dance(maybe I'm lying)&lt;br /&gt;-He is one of the funniest guys I know(he can really zap ya with one-liners)&lt;br /&gt;-Even if he didn't tell me he loves me, I would know that he does.&lt;br /&gt;-He gets me.&lt;br /&gt;-He owns a lot of flashlights.&lt;br /&gt;-He heats up his icecream in the microwave so it's soft.&lt;br /&gt;-All of his occupations start with "F"(father, fireman, farmer, fmechanic)&lt;br /&gt;-He is so cute with my little Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of one of the funny conversations I've had with my Dad&lt;br /&gt;ME: Dad, how was church?&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Oh you know, all the main players were there.(Then he proceeded to name all the sweet old ladies that you can count on every week.)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to be there or maybe you have to know my dad but my guts hurt from laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad!! Happy Birthday Big Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My cute grandma LouJean took this picture of my Dad when he was plowing snow. Does he know how to stay warm, or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5856601292007500088?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5856601292007500088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5856601292007500088' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5856601292007500088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5856601292007500088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-loves-this-guy.html' title='Who Loves This Guy?'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SGNHp3QtXEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8lr-jIJ76Kg/s72-c/img006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6746169324191437959</id><published>2008-06-21T23:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:23:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it was funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SF3v8NYEVDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5bc9r_q7NnM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SF3v8NYEVDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5bc9r_q7NnM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214587761226699826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I saw "Get Smart" on Friday night. I give it 3 fist pumps. Not the funniest movie I've ever seen but good enough to recommend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6746169324191437959?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6746169324191437959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6746169324191437959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6746169324191437959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6746169324191437959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-thought-it-was-funny.html' title='I thought it was funny'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SF3v8NYEVDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5bc9r_q7NnM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5910875502063311271</id><published>2008-06-10T23:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:08:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SE93lyRVzOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HpgmsQew_cA/s1600-h/grizzly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SE93lyRVzOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HpgmsQew_cA/s320/grizzly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210514784924323042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a problem. No wait, I do have a problem. I've decided that I need to go on a television diet. I need to cut out all programs that talk about serial killers and animals that eat humans. Monday night was really nice and I wanted to go on a walk but I remembered the story I saw on "Dateline" Saturday night. It was about some rapist/killer that preyed upon women joggers. So, I didn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;My father in-law lives near the mountains. I think his yard is so pretty and when the weather has been nice, I've wanted to take Campbell up there and walk around the premises. Then I remembered the program I saw on "bear attacks." So, I decided to stay home. Am I crazy? Don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know bears aren't that common around here but you never know. Truthfully, I'm probably more concerned that a cougar will attack me. Oh, now I've said too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5910875502063311271?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5910875502063311271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5910875502063311271' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5910875502063311271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5910875502063311271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SE93lyRVzOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HpgmsQew_cA/s72-c/grizzly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8029207202381768057</id><published>2008-06-06T22:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:45:01.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leif Garrett Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEoeT1GtbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nKCKfyy74-I/s1600-h/leifblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEoeT1GtbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nKCKfyy74-I/s320/leifblue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209009245028969970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glance at my reflection. I thought to myself "I look like Leif Garrett." He was before my time but I have seen him way too many times on programs featuring childhood/teen stars that have crashed and burned. So this is random but I thought it was funny that this guy that I know next to nothing about entered my thoughts as I looked at my bedhead reflection this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8029207202381768057?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8029207202381768057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8029207202381768057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8029207202381768057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8029207202381768057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/leif-garret-anyone.html' title='Leif Garrett Anyone?'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEoeT1GtbfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nKCKfyy74-I/s72-c/leifblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1238963301085840558</id><published>2008-06-03T22:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:49:37.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEYlVSaNHvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BLHbst_yP9I/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEYlVSaNHvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BLHbst_yP9I/s400/img004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207891066749787890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is possibly my favorite picture of Campbell. I just love her little guts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1238963301085840558?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1238963301085840558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1238963301085840558' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1238963301085840558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1238963301085840558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-her.html' title='Love Her!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SEYlVSaNHvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BLHbst_yP9I/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8171802597380058246</id><published>2008-05-21T15:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:09:06.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as American as apple pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SDSvSQe0OrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/khezSI6hIMs/s1600-h/800px-Motherhood_and_apple_pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SDSvSQe0OrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/khezSI6hIMs/s320/800px-Motherhood_and_apple_pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976197716490930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my sister in-law Priscila. This morning she tucked her Argentine flag away and replaced it with Stars and Stripes. She was among 197 other Utahns who took the oath to become U.S. Citizens. She can now bear arms if the country asks her to. I kind of chuckled when I heard that. There were a lot of things said but I can't remember all of them. I got up pretty early in the a.m. so I would make it on time. Any who... The ceremony was really neat. A 1st grade class from Majestic Elementary(wherever that is)put on the cutest little program. We recited "The Pledge of Allegiance" and sang the "National Anthem." I got a little teary. Woot Woot...Love you Priscila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I did remember about this morning-&lt;br /&gt;*198 peeps were sworn in this morning. The afternoon session had 202.&lt;br /&gt;*75 of the 198 hailed from Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;*It took Priscila 7 years&lt;br /&gt;*There was a man from Canada that has waited 15(or was it 12?)years&lt;br /&gt;*There were some presently serving in the military. &lt;br /&gt;Mexico, Canada, Argentina, New Zealand, Australia, Peru and Vietnam(a few of the newest U.S. citizens came from these places. I'm sure there was more but this is all that was talked about and what was overheard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the ceremony closed with a video montage set to Lee Greenwoods "Proud to be an American." I have to say after being a part of this mornings events I am very "proud to be an american." It really is a priviledge I take for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8171802597380058246?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8171802597380058246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8171802597380058246' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8171802597380058246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8171802597380058246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-american-as-apple-pie.html' title='as American as apple pie'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SDSvSQe0OrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/khezSI6hIMs/s72-c/800px-Motherhood_and_apple_pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3643289292562361590</id><published>2008-05-17T15:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:39:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Than My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SC9orAe0OqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxbYnCCC4RM/s1600-h/100_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SC9orAe0OqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxbYnCCC4RM/s320/100_0662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201491182709127842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these babies. My mom and I were at Sam's and I got really excited when I spotted these little guys. Like a good mom, she offered to buy me this barrel of cheesy goodness. I have a bit of a history with "Utz Cheeseballs." It began at the Irvine Schoolhouse apartments in Sugarhouse. My former roomie, Megan, received these as a gift for her birthday at the end of December. Together as roommates we decided it would take us until March to polish off the barrel. A week later we were looking at an empty container. Now, I will possibly shoot myself in the foot if I snarf these down in a weeks time. I think when you have more people involved in the feeding you can talk yourself into believing that you probably didn't have that many. So, yeah...I love em. If you see me walking down the street with orange hands just pretend like it's self-tanner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3643289292562361590?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3643289292562361590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3643289292562361590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3643289292562361590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3643289292562361590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/05/bigger-than-my-head.html' title='Bigger Than My Head'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SC9orAe0OqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxbYnCCC4RM/s72-c/100_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7921136729732896927</id><published>2008-05-17T11:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:37:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are both a little attached</title><content type='html'>Campbell is going through a funny little stage.  Sometimes when I leave the room she bursts into tears. At first I was flattered but now....hmmm.  No, it really does make me feel like I am important in her life. She needs me and it really is good to feel needed.&lt;br /&gt;When I leave Campbell home with Nate while I run errands, I really miss her. I wonder if she is performing a new trick or making a new noise.  Sometimes when she goes to bed earlier than normal I miss her. It's nice to have some time to myself and I know that I need "alone time" but still. I just love my little girl. We are both a little attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: When I do comeback from running errands I always imagine that she is going to squeal with delight when she sees me. It never happens. Not one single noise ever comes out of her mouth. She just kind of looks at me like I've been there the whole time. I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7921136729732896927?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7921136729732896927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7921136729732896927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7921136729732896927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7921136729732896927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-both-little-attached.html' title='We are both a little attached'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7467144676773864382</id><published>2008-05-12T22:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:50:48.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Applause Please!</title><content type='html'>If you read my "poker face" post you know that C can be a pretty serious kiddo. One thing that has always revved up her little engine is good ol' fashion applause. She LOVES clapping. Yesterday for the first time ever she returned the favor. Right now she is still working on her coordination. She kind of claps like a drunk but I'll take it. It's funny how the little things make me the proudest mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7467144676773864382?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7467144676773864382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7467144676773864382' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7467144676773864382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7467144676773864382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/05/applause-please.html' title='Applause Please!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7578174859601139314</id><published>2008-05-02T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:38:33.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 is the new 30</title><content type='html'>Today is my hunkster of a husband's 30th birthday. All I can say is welcome to the club pardner. It's a wild ride. Here are some things Nate is doing at 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rolling over&lt;br /&gt;-walking&lt;br /&gt;-eating solids&lt;br /&gt;-being cute&lt;br /&gt;-working hard&lt;br /&gt;-making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;-being patient with his crazy wife&lt;br /&gt;-being the best husband a gal could hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nate Healy!(in shouting voice)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful birthday. If you don't like your present just pretend like you do. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7578174859601139314?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7578174859601139314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7578174859601139314' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7578174859601139314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7578174859601139314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/05/29-is-new-30.html' title='29 is the new 30'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7519770258709473367</id><published>2008-04-30T18:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:21:44.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepin' hard or hardly sleepin'</title><content type='html'>The day Nate and I bought a swing it changed my(our)life forever. I was not getting any sleep. Campbell was not sleeping very good at all. I remember the first time we put her in it. She was asleep in 10 seconds or less...no joke. She slept in it for naps and bedtime for about 2 weeks. I decided it probably wasn't the best thing to do but I wasn't willing to go cold turkey on our swing. So...she napped in it and I would swing her to sleep every night until I was confident she was out for the night. I would then very carefully move her to the bassinet. This was a good plan and it worked well. Last month I new it was time to give up the swing. Nothing happened I just felt like I wanted to break this habit before C became a toddler. Oh and batteries aren't cheap. I'm convinced that Fisher-Price secretly owns Duracel and Energizer. I haven't used batteries since ghetto blasters went out of style and everything that makes noise from Fish-P takes batteries. It's a conspiracy...I think. Back to my really interesting swing story. So, yeah...it was a rough night but I just laid her in the bassinet and left the room. She cried for a good hour. After that, I never looked back. Our next little issue was the bassinet. I have a pack'n play but I just hated hunching over to pick her up so she remained in the bassinet. The funny thing about bassinets is that there not very big. C was starting to make a C shape in the bassinet. That kind of clued me in that it was time for another upgrade. So...we bought a crib...finally. So, cool story, eh? Sorry but I wanted to document this little slice of Campbell history. Sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7519770258709473367?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7519770258709473367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7519770258709473367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7519770258709473367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7519770258709473367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleepin-hard-or-hardly-sleepin.html' title='Sleepin&apos; hard or hardly sleepin&apos;'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1146106624985280509</id><published>2008-04-21T11:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:00:45.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SA0AkxhABpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zI3T-sV0YoE/s1600-h/pokerface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SA0AkxhABpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zI3T-sV0YoE/s320/pokerface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191806577195091602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work with a lady that would interpret the "looks" her dog would give her. For example...Spot looked at me like "are you serious?" Or Spot looked at me like "are you really going to wear that?" Huh? I don't know if I really believe that dogs are having these thoughts. With that said, I find myself doing the same thing with my daughter. Interpretting some of her looks. This is an example of one of her famous faces. It usually makes an appearance when someone is exhausting all efforts to get her to crack a smile. I like to call it her "tough crowd" look. My Dad has some really good sound effects and this is what she gives him in return. My dad gives up after a while and says "one of these days I'll break ya." Don't get me wrong, she really is a smiley baby. It's only when you really want her to lay on the charm that she offers this blank but cute stare. I'm not going to encourage a career in poker but my little gal sure can keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My sister took this picture. She gave Campbell a little photo shoot and I love how the pics turned out. I would post every single one but that would be going a little overboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1146106624985280509?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1146106624985280509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1146106624985280509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1146106624985280509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1146106624985280509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/04/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SA0AkxhABpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zI3T-sV0YoE/s72-c/pokerface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-9173394307064449058</id><published>2008-04-18T22:36:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:47:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SAmHExhABoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O9FehLCKbD4/s1600-h/hands+over+earsJPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SAmHExhABoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O9FehLCKbD4/s320/hands+over+earsJPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190828561602184834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was pretty fussy tonight. I think it's because she is teething. I haven't used the Bissel in a long time but I broke it out again to calm her down. It reminded me of this picture I took of Nate a couple of months ago. I meant to post it but I forgot. He fell asleep like this. Hands over his ears in order to block out C's crying and the roar of the Bissel. I think Nate could sleep in a construction zone. I used to have this talent but I am a much lighter sleeper these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-9173394307064449058?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/9173394307064449058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=9173394307064449058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9173394307064449058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9173394307064449058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/04/snoozer.html' title='Snoozer'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/SAmHExhABoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O9FehLCKbD4/s72-c/hands+over+earsJPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7204465573870292570</id><published>2008-04-15T09:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:17:45.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Treatment</title><content type='html'>I've been giving my blog the silent treatment.  I would like to post something.  It makes me feel a little more connected with the outside world.  Little things have happend here and there but I guess I feel like if I can't write more than two sentences about it then why put forth the effort.  I hope we can still be friends...it's not you, it's me.  I will do better in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7204465573870292570?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7204465573870292570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7204465573870292570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7204465573870292570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7204465573870292570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/04/silent-treatment.html' title='The Silent Treatment'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4672805119673031333</id><published>2008-04-02T22:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:20:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petitester</title><content type='html'>Campbell had her 6 month appointment last week. I will probably end up losing the paperwork so it's easier to blog her measurements etc. This post is for the mom(me) but your welcome to read.&lt;br /&gt;Weight= 12.79lbs 3%&lt;br /&gt;Length= 25.51in. 40%&lt;br /&gt;Noggin= 16.3in. 22%&lt;br /&gt;She's still petite as ever. I try not to get discouraged but it's hard not to sometimes. I am feeding her I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4672805119673031333?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4672805119673031333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4672805119673031333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4672805119673031333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4672805119673031333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/04/petitester.html' title='Petitester'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7556455753598243485</id><published>2008-03-29T13:17:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:06:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful Pickles Designs</title><content type='html'>Carly, you have really gone and done it this time. &lt;a href="http://playfulpicklesdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Playful Pickles Designs&lt;/a&gt; is where the party's at. My blog was in need of some spring cleaning and I couldn't be happier with the way it turned out. Talk about exceeding my expectations. I gave her a few ideas and she blew it out of the ballpark. I love the mixed media artist Claudine Hellmuth. I have one of her books and I really love her little creations. I plan on creating a few gems of my own someday but I'm not much of a self-starter. So...this little design was inspired by good ol Claudine. I feel that I must be honest and tell you that I am a bit lumpier around the mid-section in real life. The chest is pretty accurate though. I'm not complaining and I'm definitely not going to request that more weight be added. Thanks Carly! I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7556455753598243485?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7556455753598243485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7556455753598243485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7556455753598243485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7556455753598243485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/playful-pickles-designs.html' title='Playful Pickles Designs'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2514462854061738123</id><published>2008-03-27T20:22:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:19:24.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rad Issue Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-x_18Ag_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WqYOqg_vLPM/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-x_18Ag_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WqYOqg_vLPM/s400/img001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182657835814682226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been digging through old boxes today in hopes of finding some long lost photographs. In my search, I stumbled upon my old "Hello Kitty Diary." I think I got it in elementary school but since I'm horrible at journal writing it lasted until my sophmore year in highschool. I opened to the first page and died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-x6lcAg_lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_0sKct2cV54/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-x6lcAg_lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_0sKct2cV54/s400/img002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182652054788701778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I decided to name my diary "the rad issue of my life." The illustration is pretty self explanatory. I hated school(snowcrest) and wished to stabb the building with a knife(that's supposed to be blood dripping from the knife).&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I had friends. With all the violence in schools these days I'm sure I would have been under surveillance. You might notice that I covered up the bottom portion of the page on the left. Maybe because it was an illustration involving another weapon. So, this is pretty revealing. I'm okay posting it right now. Don't be surprised if I take it down. I do that sometimes if I feel that I've given too much information. Well, I must say I continued reading my little diary and I felt like I didn't know the girl who wrote it. I was really embarrassed for myself. I've always felt that I can share anything with Nate. I would seriously die if he read this diary. I'm considering burning it. If my children got a hold of it they would think their mother was the biggest dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2514462854061738123?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2514462854061738123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2514462854061738123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2514462854061738123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2514462854061738123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/rad-issue-of-my-life.html' title='The Rad Issue Of My Life'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-x_18Ag_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WqYOqg_vLPM/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4184259275176539589</id><published>2008-03-25T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:49:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversh To Us</title><content type='html'>Nate and I celebrated our two year anniversary today. It feels like we have been married for a lot longer than that. We decided to stick close to home this year. The afternoon was spent at the Fashion Place Mall followed by the Cheesecake Factory. We ended our evening with Drillbit Taylor. It was pretty cute. I love Owen Wilson's humor.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I didn't marry young like a lot of folks. I was accused of being picky many a time. I think it's absolutely 100% okay to be picky when you are "picking" the person you want to spend eternity with. I don't think I had unrealistic expectations. He didn't have to meet a height requirement or have a certain blood type. I just really wanted to be with someone that I could laugh with. Don't get me wrong, I went out with a lot of funny characters but there was always something else missing. Well, the wait paid off in 2004. Nate is the funniest person I've ever met. He also knows when to be serious and sincere. He is patient and just an all around good guy. I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It would be cool if I had a montage with this post. Maybe next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4184259275176539589?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4184259275176539589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4184259275176539589' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4184259275176539589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4184259275176539589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-anniversh-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversh To Us'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1152549020732071474</id><published>2008-03-23T18:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:08:01.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-cM-MAg_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4UynNGiT7vQ/s1600-h/closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-cM-MAg_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4UynNGiT7vQ/s400/closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181124158827855362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-cMtsAg_fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iB-y_IIqWas/s1600-h/adorable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-cMtsAg_fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iB-y_IIqWas/s400/adorable.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181123875360013810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty shameless today. I'm not the kind of mom to shove their kid in everyones faces. Today that is all I wanted to do. I just thought Campbell looked so dang cute. I wanted the world to know how cute and see how cute she is. Usually at church I leave Campbell in her carseat until she gets fussy. Nope not today. I took her out as soon as I stepped in the building. I mean, I made a dress for her, she had a hat on that color coordinated perfectly. This baby deserved some exposure. I tell ya, I was shameless. I felt like I had a glimpse into the head of a pageant mom. I definitely don't want to be one of those...no offense. Any who, I've confessed and I feel better and I'm sorry(kind of).&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a really nice Easter. I'm glad it was such a beautiful day. I'm looking forward to more days like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1152549020732071474?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1152549020732071474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1152549020732071474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1152549020732071474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1152549020732071474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-overload.html' title='Cute Overload!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R-cM-MAg_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4UynNGiT7vQ/s72-c/closeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2610678354488791858</id><published>2008-03-16T18:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:46:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lost control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R93NV_-JRnI/AAAAAAAAADw/eAK4XyYJ4vk/s1600-h/gscookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R93NV_-JRnI/AAAAAAAAADw/eAK4XyYJ4vk/s400/gscookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520924378973810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a thin mint in one hand and a samoa in the other.  I've been double fistin' almost all day.  I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2610678354488791858?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2610678354488791858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2610678354488791858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2610678354488791858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2610678354488791858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-lost-control.html' title='I have lost control'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R93NV_-JRnI/AAAAAAAAADw/eAK4XyYJ4vk/s72-c/gscookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2805152601123253795</id><published>2008-03-09T20:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:12:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little german</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R9S1DP-JRlI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_tDRnViglg/s1600-h/cutegman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R9S1DP-JRlI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_tDRnViglg/s320/cutegman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175960939186964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R9S0l_-JRkI/AAAAAAAAADY/m9ZNRQ-rbHk/s1600-h/german.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R9S0l_-JRkI/AAAAAAAAADY/m9ZNRQ-rbHk/s320/german.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175960436675790402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Campbell looked so cute in her little church outfit. Nate said she looked like a little german girl. I don't know any german girls so I could not agree nor disagree with his observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2805152601123253795?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2805152601123253795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2805152601123253795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2805152601123253795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2805152601123253795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-german.html' title='The little german'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R9S1DP-JRlI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_tDRnViglg/s72-c/cutegman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6853645046379048939</id><published>2008-03-08T20:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:36:46.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's kind of awkward.....</title><content type='html'>I think red lights can be awkward. Today I was stopped at a red light and I looked over and saw a friend of mine. I honked we waved exchanged "how are yous" etc. Light turns green we both drive only to stop at almost every red light on the blvd. We are talking miles of road. I've been in this situation many times before and I still don't know what is expected of me. I don't want to be rude. Do I acknowledge my friend at every single red light? I usually fumble with my cell phone or pretend to search for something. I'm probably not preaching to the choir on this one. I'm probably just awkward. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6853645046379048939?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6853645046379048939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6853645046379048939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6853645046379048939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6853645046379048939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-its-kind-of-awkward.html' title='I think it&apos;s kind of awkward.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1196942269175281899</id><published>2008-03-01T19:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:17:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R8oN9U3cG8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/t9zI7cJ1TTQ/s1600-h/ButterRolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R8oN9U3cG8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/t9zI7cJ1TTQ/s320/ButterRolls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172962469212855234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell has now joined the mobile club. She took her first roll yesterday and she can't get enough of it. I haven't captured this new trick on video but I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1196942269175281899?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1196942269175281899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1196942269175281899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1196942269175281899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1196942269175281899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/03/rolls.html' title='Rolls'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R8oN9U3cG8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/t9zI7cJ1TTQ/s72-c/ButterRolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-385436914326101439</id><published>2008-02-18T23:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:35:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing on the Lbs.</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up around 5:30 to feed Campbell.  I went to put her on my shoulder to burp her and I thought "wow she is getting heavy."  I know she is growing but it seems like a really slow process.  She has been able to wear her clothes alot because she doesn't grow out of them quickly.  Other people have told me she is growing but I just haven't been able to see it.  C is almost 5 months old and today is the first time I've really noticed a big difference.  Later in the afternoon I was playing with C on the carpet and Nate walked by and said "she is getting so big."  I just thought it was interesting that we both had the same observation today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-385436914326101439?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/385436914326101439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=385436914326101439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/385436914326101439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/385436914326101439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/packing-on-lbs.html' title='Packing on the Lbs.'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5037576886381089687</id><published>2008-02-17T22:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:34:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just "Touching Base"</title><content type='html'>Some time ago my friend Megan and I decided that the phrase "just wanted to touch base" was pretty hilarious. Meg is pretty funny so I'm sure it was the way that she delivered it that made us think it was particularly comical. Any who...I just wanted to "touch base" with my blog.  I was trying to remember what I did last Valentines day and it was a struggle so I figured I better jot down V-day '08.&lt;br /&gt;  My contribution to the holiday consisted of a homemade card and a heart decorated wall next to Nate's computer.  I tried to make it funny.  It's always kind of sad when I have to point out my humorous efforts to Nate.  For example, I stapled a red construction paper heart to the seat on his computer chair. It said "The Hot Seat" in black magic marker.  He said "did you write that because I am usually in trouble when I'm sitting here?" "Ummm no, I meant it like, you know your cute."  Ahh..forget it.  I guess I'm not as funny as I think I am.  Eh, what da ya do?&lt;br /&gt;We started out the day with a nice breakfast and then we had a card exchange.  Nate gave me a birthday card that he converted into a V-day card.  He said all the cards were pretty cheesy so it left him no choice.  I loved it!  It was very clever.  Later in the day we went to the Olive Garden to eat and then we decided to spend the evening at home with our infant child.  Valentines of '08 didn't involve a carriage ride around temple square or a rose trail leading to a diamond pile but it was just the way I like it...low-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. As I was writing this Nate yelled from the other room "honey you might have married a nerd but at least you didn't marry a dork."  Love that guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5037576886381089687?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5037576886381089687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5037576886381089687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5037576886381089687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5037576886381089687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-touching-base.html' title='Just &quot;Touching Base&quot;'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6797253333544527684</id><published>2008-02-14T00:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:35:35.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/w7BiDR4znXY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/w7BiDR4znXY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6797253333544527684?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6797253333544527684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6797253333544527684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6797253333544527684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6797253333544527684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title='Happy Valentines Day Everyone!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1767045990449936666</id><published>2008-02-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:36:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm helping him out this year</title><content type='html'>I've realized and come to grips with the fact that Nate doesn't really care for Valentines day. Truthfully, it's not my favorite holiday either but I still think we have to acknowledge the day. This year I decided to help Nate out. I left the following note where he could see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day Expectations&lt;br /&gt;1. Shave&lt;br /&gt;2. Love note (3 sentence requirement)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fountain drink &amp; chocolate object&lt;br /&gt;4. Help with Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really will make me the happiest gal on February 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: A lady in Nate's art class calls him grizzly. He thought it was because his beanie has a bear on it. I guess the lady laughed because she didn't notice the bear. She was referring to his scruffieness. He tells me he doesn't shave so he can keep the chicks away. Thanks babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1767045990449936666?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1767045990449936666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1767045990449936666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1767045990449936666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1767045990449936666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-needs-my-help.html' title='I&apos;m helping him out this year'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2820097398043600275</id><published>2008-02-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:28:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just taking it easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R65vZQLlMwI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwdrBrf7dwQ/s1600-h/chillin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R65vZQLlMwI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwdrBrf7dwQ/s400/chillin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188302271492866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2820097398043600275?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2820097398043600275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2820097398043600275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2820097398043600275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2820097398043600275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-taking-it-easy.html' title='Just taking it easy....'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R65vZQLlMwI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwdrBrf7dwQ/s72-c/chillin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7897812107726818007</id><published>2008-02-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:17:36.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snow Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R6vl5CyEIFI/AAAAAAAAADA/BedhnEwHEb8/s1600-h/snowhouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R6vl5CyEIFI/AAAAAAAAADA/BedhnEwHEb8/s320/snowhouse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164474165872566354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I haven't posted anything in regards to all this dang snow. I was at my parents the other day with my camera and it died after I took one picture. Here it is. Since I am doing this blog to keep a journal I figure I better not forget to mention this crazy winter.  I have been a little sheltered so far.  I mean that literally. I haven't had to clean my car off yet because it's just been in the garage. I don't want Campbell to get sick and I really don't have anywhere to go so I just stay at home. It seems like whenever I am ready to come out of hiding another snow storm hits. I did make it to SLC the other day to check out Steve and Barry's. They were getting rid of all their winter stuff so everything was $8.98.  Not too shabby. That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7897812107726818007?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7897812107726818007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7897812107726818007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7897812107726818007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7897812107726818007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-snow-post.html' title='My Snow Post!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R6vl5CyEIFI/AAAAAAAAADA/BedhnEwHEb8/s72-c/snowhouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1887186732593897662</id><published>2008-01-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:29:25.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little One</title><content type='html'>"She's so tiny. She's really small. She's so little." This is what I've been hearing for a while now. I took Campbell to her 4 month appointment today and she is in fact all of those things she's been accused of. &lt;br /&gt;Weight 11lbs 6 oz = 7%&lt;br /&gt;Length 23.74 = 28%&lt;br /&gt;Noggin 15.9 = 32%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate has been calling her "little one" lately. He's got me calling her that too. "Where's the little one? How's the little one?"  Any who, sometimes I forget what her real name is.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1887186732593897662?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1887186732593897662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1887186732593897662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1887186732593897662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1887186732593897662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-one.html' title='Little One'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5699850030817447391</id><published>2008-01-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:14:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R5boUCyEICI/AAAAAAAAACk/5OwDQE2lRng/s1600-h/100_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R5boUCyEICI/AAAAAAAAACk/5OwDQE2lRng/s320/100_0527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158565854241366050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R5boUSyEIDI/AAAAAAAAACs/jqlkIWd8ESg/s1600-h/bruce-lee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R5boUSyEIDI/AAAAAAAAACs/jqlkIWd8ESg/s320/bruce-lee1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158565858536333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell started out the day wearing a cute purple jacket but I took it off because she spit up all over it. I didn't bother to put another top on her because it was nice and warm inside. When Nate saw her she was wearing the outfit you see in the photo. He told me she was dressed like Bruce Lee or some kind of martial artist. It made me laugh really hard. I always enjoy Nate's observations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5699850030817447391?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5699850030817447391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5699850030817447391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5699850030817447391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5699850030817447391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-bruce.html' title='Bruce C'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R5boUCyEICI/AAAAAAAAACk/5OwDQE2lRng/s72-c/100_0527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1589300766432840704</id><published>2008-01-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:58:39.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bissel Baby</title><content type='html'>Shortly after Campbell turned one month old, I learned a trick that has saved my life. My friends baby had colic and her doctor told her that sometimes colicky babies are soothed by the sound of a vacuum. Campbell didn't have colic but she would cry uncontrollably for no reason.  So..I gave it a shot.  Sure enough, my bissel vac stopped C's cry in it's tracks.  C will be 4 months old on the 25th and the vacuum still does the trick. I use it almost everyday. Luckily, I haven't burned a hole in the carpet. I think it's funny that Fisher Price implants all these lulabuys into their swings, bouncers etc. and Campbell would much rather listen to the bissel. I'm sure when she understands what the vacuum is really used for she will end the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Sometimes I just write C instead of Campbell. I'm not trying to be trendy or hip. I never refer to her as C around the house. I'm just lazy sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1589300766432840704?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1589300766432840704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1589300766432840704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1589300766432840704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1589300766432840704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/bissel-baby.html' title='Bissel Baby'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8199254955582689169</id><published>2008-01-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:07:43.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairpy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R42v8HD8pHI/AAAAAAAAACU/T1HmhQNekTU/s1600-h/Wilson+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R42v8HD8pHI/AAAAAAAAACU/T1HmhQNekTU/s320/Wilson+Girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155970595631703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom...You are the best! I hope you don't kill me for posting this pic. I believe Nikki named the photo "the helmet family." I think my hair looks more like a cowboy hat than a helmet. Back in the day our hair was hip thanks to you Mom. You always kept us on the cutting edge of hair fashion. I remember when you busted out the fishtail braid, all my friends were so jealous. I remember after Star Wars you were one of the few moms that could recreate Princess Leia's look. Sometimes looking good caused a lot of pain(ie burns from the curling iron, tight braids that pulled my face really tight)but hey, we survived.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. You are one of my best friends and I seriously don't know what I would do without you. I will apologize in advance for what I am about to say but it goes with the photo. Happy Birthday...Hairs lookin' at you kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8199254955582689169?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8199254955582689169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8199254955582689169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8199254955582689169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8199254955582689169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/hairpy-birthday-mom.html' title='Hairpy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R42v8HD8pHI/AAAAAAAAACU/T1HmhQNekTU/s72-c/Wilson+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5354779615754475279</id><published>2008-01-12T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:30:49.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT!</title><content type='html'>I promised myself I would post twice a week. It looks like I have an hour to fufill that promise. The big news of the week is that I quit my job. I was going to go back and work 2 days a week but they wouldn't let me. It was full-time or nothing at all. So...I get to stay home...for now. I know I will have to go back to work eventually but hopefully just part-time. I thought it would be a good idea to list some memories.&lt;br /&gt;*The day I showed up wearing two different shoes&lt;br /&gt;*The time I wrote my name on my space heater so no one would steal it. My boss noticed and was possibly annoyed. I guess because the heater was company property&lt;br /&gt;*The Halloween parade.&lt;br /&gt;*The time I spilled a 32 oz diet coke all over me. I didn't go home and change. It was a soggy day.&lt;br /&gt;*The ham extravaganza&lt;br /&gt;*Talking to crazy customers(especially the lady that thought she called McDonalds)&lt;br /&gt;*All of my co-workers that became my good friends. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;*The company Christmas parties...when they were fun.&lt;br /&gt;*Massages(by a professional just in case you thought my boss gave 'em)&lt;br /&gt;*The time I went on a plane ride during lunch. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;*Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;*Instant oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of these memories as they come to me. I should have taken some time to really think of all the fun stuff. I worked there for 8 years and had some really good times. I haven't regretted my decision...not even once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5354779615754475279?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5354779615754475279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5354779615754475279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5354779615754475279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5354779615754475279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5578536239212945360</id><published>2008-01-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:53:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R4MP63D8pGI/AAAAAAAAACM/8uQqRSA1SC4/s1600-h/campbellblessing7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R4MP63D8pGI/AAAAAAAAACM/8uQqRSA1SC4/s320/campbellblessing7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152979902529315938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate gave Campbell a beautiful blessing yesterday. He was really nervous but he pulled through like a champ. C started crying during the blessing because she only likes to be held a certain way(see photo). What a diva! Carly took some photos of Campbell so I stole this one from her blog. I need to take one of her showcasing the dress a little better. This picture makes me laugh. It looks like she is making some kind of gang sign. Her pose reminds me of one of those cool dudes you see out on the roadways. You know the type. Hat on backwards, seat reclined more than is really necessary with one arm hanging out the window.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day filled with family, friends and a whole lot of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5578536239212945360?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5578536239212945360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5578536239212945360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5578536239212945360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5578536239212945360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R4MP63D8pGI/AAAAAAAAACM/8uQqRSA1SC4/s72-c/campbellblessing7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5224061308796063259</id><published>2008-01-03T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:29:23.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Reactions</title><content type='html'>I decided it was time to take Campbell to Target again. On my way there I got a wiff of, well, poo(pardon my french). I wasn't sure if it was C so I decided to investigate. For some reason, I turned down the radio to take a wiff of the air inside of my car. I'm a mystery even to myself at times. It got me thinking about another time in my life where I reacted strangley. A couple of winters ago I slid off of I-15 in a snowstorm. My car slid down into a gully. I couldn't get control of my steering wheel so I reacted by plugging my nose. The only explanation I can offer is that I always plug my nose if I am going to jump in water(I'm not good at watersports). My car was descending and plugging my nose seemed like the best and possibly the only option at the time. I know...weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5224061308796063259?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5224061308796063259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5224061308796063259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5224061308796063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5224061308796063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/unusual-reactions.html' title='Unusual Reactions'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2132916413243383765</id><published>2008-01-02T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:41:38.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in 2008</title><content type='html'>Blogging...I'm not good at it. This is why....&lt;br /&gt;*I care too much about what other people think. I have gone back and deleted about half of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;*I am too lazy to figure out how to create slide shows or post any personal photos for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;*One of the reasons I started blogging was to keep a journal. I've done a horrible job at that. I haven't kept a good record of Campbell's growth and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about making my blog private but it kind of takes the fun out blogging. I know some people want to protect their kids. I can respect that. I'm not concerned or worried for that matter. I highly doubt anyone is going to kidnap my baby. I don't plan on blogging about my address or the secret number that opens the garage door. Even if I decided to go private I would still worry about what other people think so there really is no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... one of my goals for this new year is to be a better blogger(journal keeper). I am going to try and post at least twice a week. One of the posts will be about my daughter and how cute she is. I make no apologies. I want to keep a better record of my life so I have something fun to look back on. I am also going to figure out how to post personal photos. Oh, and I am not going to delete any more posts. (The B is now functioning on the laptop. I will fight the urge to delete my last post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is more for me than anyone else. If I have all of this in writing perhaps I will follow through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2132916413243383765?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2132916413243383765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2132916413243383765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2132916413243383765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2132916413243383765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging-in-2008.html' title='Blogging in 2008'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2069661527567680304</id><published>2008-01-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:03:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>I just want to apologize in advance. The "B" on the laptop is not working properly.  I have to push it down really hard to get it to work. So..in the future I will most likely misspell any and possibly all words containing the letter "B"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2069661527567680304?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2069661527567680304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2069661527567680304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2069661527567680304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2069661527567680304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2008/01/son-of-b.html' title='B'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3519735572629268559</id><published>2007-12-29T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:42:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R3aw7nD8pEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8pfxjMPt2f4/s1600-h/bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R3aw7nD8pEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8pfxjMPt2f4/s200/bald.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149497762089051202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you lose your hair after pregnancy but I had no idea it was going to be this bad. YIPES! This is not a picture of Nate but it could be a picture of me in about a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3519735572629268559?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3519735572629268559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3519735572629268559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3519735572629268559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3519735572629268559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/12/hairy-situation.html' title='Hairy Situation'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/R3aw7nD8pEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8pfxjMPt2f4/s72-c/bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4596261518770875787</id><published>2007-12-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:42:48.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-I-C-T-O-R-Y</title><content type='html'>There is a light at the end of the baby tunnel.  I have been trying to go to Target almost my entire maternity leave.  Campbell has not wanted to cooperate.  I even drove to the Target in centerville so that C would be sure to fall asleep.  She did fall asleep on the way there but as soon as I opened the car door she started screaming.  Yeah, I just drove home.  I know it's okay if your kid cries at the store but I am new at this and it just seemed like C's cry was worse than any cry I have ever heard.  Nate and I call it her "cat cry" because it sounds like you stepped on a cat's tail. Today I decided it was time to try again.  I fed my sweet little nugget and then we headed out the door.  She was soooooo good!  She was awake too.  I even left my list at home but I didn't care.  I was just happy to be there.  It might just be a simple trip to Target but for me it represents life getting a little easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4596261518770875787?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4596261518770875787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4596261518770875787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4596261518770875787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4596261518770875787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/12/v-i-c-t-o-r-y.html' title='V-I-C-T-O-R-Y'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-977053222253056365</id><published>2007-12-04T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:11:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TaGgeD!</title><content type='html'>My sister tagged me.  I have to share 6 facts or habits about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't bring myself to use bodywash.  I grew up washing with a bar of soap so mentally I don't feel clean enough if I use bodywash.  Yep, I'm a soap girl.  What can I say...it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to love the show breakin(breakin 2 electric bugaloo is also a fav).  My sister Holly and I turned the bedroom in my parents basement into a Breakin' shrine.  No joke.  We wrote "I love Ozone" and "I love Turbo" all over the walls in black magic marker.&lt;br /&gt;3. I own black leather pants.  I wore them on a date once.  He was fancy so I guess I thought I had to dress the part. I think that was the only time I wore them.  In my defense it was about 8 years ago and they were hip back then.&lt;br /&gt;4. In elementary school my sister and I participated in the little buckaroo rodeo.  Our event...Goat Tieing.  One of us was in charge of wrestling the goat and the other one had to tie him up.  I think our goat was a loose cannon so we didn't take home any prizes.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was living in SLC, I tried to prevent my car from being towed by locking myself in it.  The tow man had one side hooked up but I wasn't going down without a fight.  To make a long story short.  He didn't tow me then but returned in the middle of the night to collect.  I ended up getting my car back for free.&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to own a red bra from VS.  I threw it away when I realized it couldn't be trusted.  The padding fell out without me knowing it.  It fell out at work and one of my coworkers was waiving it in the air shouting "did someone lose their shoulder pad."  My headphones were on so I missed the announcement.  Later that day I found it on the desk by the timeclock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-977053222253056365?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/977053222253056365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=977053222253056365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/977053222253056365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/977053222253056365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged.html' title='TaGgeD!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1811984911408928461</id><published>2007-11-23T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:59:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just wouldn't be Christmas without...Wham!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hUJeUAmfr6w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hUJeUAmfr6w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song/video holds a special place in my heart. My old roommate introduced it to me.  I own it on VHS if anyone wants to borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hilarious don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I love...&lt;br /&gt;-The 80's hair and fashion&lt;br /&gt;-The bad acting&lt;br /&gt;-George Michael's coat with the fur trimmed hood.&lt;br /&gt;-George Michael frolicking in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;-The rhinestone pin that is obviously a touchy subject.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1811984911408928461?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1811984911408928461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1811984911408928461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1811984911408928461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1811984911408928461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-just-wouldn-be-christmas-withoutwham.html' title='It just wouldn&amp;#39;t be Christmas without...Wham!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3543613666889343573</id><published>2007-11-20T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:05:59.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searchin'</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my friend Melissa about being a mom and some of my struggles.  She recommended I read a talk given by Jeffrey R. Holland regarding young mothers.  I just read it the other night and it really put things into perspective.  The title of the talk is "Because she is a mother."  I found it on the church website.  I am going to print it off and keep it in a place where I can reach for it often.  I just love my little daughter and this talk made me love her even more...if that's possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3543613666889343573?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3543613666889343573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3543613666889343573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3543613666889343573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3543613666889343573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/11/soul-searchin.html' title='Soul Searchin&apos;'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1874168362959340335</id><published>2007-11-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:15:30.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campbell'/><title type='text'>I don't want to look homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rz6imcFxUsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfw06KMtUhs/s1600-h/homeless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rz6imcFxUsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfw06KMtUhs/s320/homeless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133719406508069570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I just finished curling my hair.  It is almost 1:00am.  I have my reasons.  My sweet daughter is asleep right now but she should be waking up soon.  Once she is awake she will not go back to sleep until about 4:00am.  She usually sleeps until 7:30am and then she will be awake until about 2:00pm.  So...if I don't curl my hair now it might never escape the elastic band that is usually holding it together.  I start sleeping when Campbells 4am shift starts.  I then awake 3½ hours later and don't get another chance to sleep until 2pm.  There is a window of opportunity to leave the house but I never do because when I could get ready I would much rather sleep.  I  have a problem going out in public if I look like a homeless person.  I know it seems vain but this after prego body doesn't do anything for my self-esteem.  This is probably hard to follow so you don't need to try.  The moral of the story is that if I do my hair now there is a good chance I will get out of this dark basement.  I miss the sun.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I googled homeless person so I could add a picture to this post.  This guy was in the mix.  I shouldn't find humor in homelessness but what the....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1874168362959340335?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1874168362959340335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1874168362959340335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1874168362959340335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1874168362959340335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/11/hermit.html' title='I don&apos;t want to look homeless'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rz6imcFxUsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfw06KMtUhs/s72-c/homeless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2901858937550273220</id><published>2007-11-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:02:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working the graveyard shift...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, if I get to bed by 3:00am...it's a good night.  For about a week now Campbell has been very awake between the hours of 11pm and 6am.  Since the day she was born her sleep has been very unpredictable but this new schedule has kept up for a week.  I am averaging 4 to 6 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period.  That really isn't too bad considering I have an infant.  I am looking forward to the day when I can sleep when the majority of people in the United States are sleeping.  If things don't change I could always get a job as a taxi cab driver.  I could take her with me on the road.  This is fresh on my mind because I saw taxi cab confessions on tv the other night at like 2am. &lt;br /&gt;On the bright side Campbell is beginning to smile and coo a lot more.  I really am adoring this baby and wouldn't trade her for anything...not even a good nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2901858937550273220?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2901858937550273220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2901858937550273220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2901858937550273220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2901858937550273220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/11/working-graveyard-shift.html' title='Working the graveyard shift...'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8730976907043204129</id><published>2007-10-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:20:14.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campbell'/><title type='text'>A few things I've learned about my baby...</title><content type='html'>It's so interesting to watch this little personality unfold in front of me.  Campbell is such a funny little girl already.  When she is really drowsy her arms kind of lose control and she hits herself in the face.  She gets really mad because it startles her and she bursts into tears.  Campbell likes her little feet rubbed.  I don't plan on spoiling her with this one.  It is helpful when she is half asleep and I need her to be completely asleep.  She likes to see what is going on around her.  When she is crying I will turn her around so that her back is touching my belly and that seems to do the trick.  She likes her little bum patted.  The combination of singing and the bum pat usually calms her down.  I didn't realize how many primary songs I've forgotten the lyrics to.  When I run out of primary songs to sing I usually end up fumbling through the chorus of pop songs.  Nothing too recent because I am no longer hip when it comes to music.  At one time I felt like I was in the know(like 4 years ago).  Any who... It's fun to watch my little one grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8730976907043204129?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8730976907043204129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8730976907043204129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8730976907043204129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8730976907043204129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-things-ive-learned-about-my-baby.html' title='A few things I&apos;ve learned about my baby...'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-1073380038872779654</id><published>2007-10-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:20:50.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet little Campbell is one month old!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Campbell turned one month old.  My sister Carly took some really cute pictures of her.  If you would like to see my little gal you can check out my sisters blog...&lt;strong&gt;chucklesandgrins.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't know how to post photos on my blog.  I know once I learn I will feel like an idiot because it is probably really simple.&lt;br /&gt;Campbell is getting so big.  At least I think she is.  When I see someone else holding her she still looks so tiny.  We are both experiencing difficulty with our wardrobes.  She has a lot of clothes she can't wear because she is so small and I have a lot of clothes I can't wear because I'm too big.  I guess we will just hang out together in our loungewear until things change.  This too shall pass.      &lt;br /&gt;I love my little girl.  She melts my heart everyday.  Happy one month Campbell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-1073380038872779654?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/1073380038872779654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=1073380038872779654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1073380038872779654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/1073380038872779654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sweet-little-campbell-is-one-month.html' title='My sweet little Campbell is one month old!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8370269612272552772</id><published>2007-10-18T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:43:10.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is today Monday or Friday?</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not I have actually had this debate in my head.  Since I've had Campbell I really don't know what day it is most of the time.  Thank goodness for television to set me straight.  I watch way too much tv these days but what do you do at 3am when your baby won't sleep.  Any who... I love my sweet little girl.  I love being her Mom.  She is now 3 weeks and 2 days old.  She doesn't know how to do any tricks yet but I will keep everyone posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8370269612272552772?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8370269612272552772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8370269612272552772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8370269612272552772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8370269612272552772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-today-monday-or-friday.html' title='Is today Monday or Friday?'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-9112612197777694594</id><published>2007-09-20T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:26:08.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official...I'm waddling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RvNHjPTg53I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yIEX1b5Kfmw/s1600-h/duck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RvNHjPTg53I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yIEX1b5Kfmw/s320/duck.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112508672725018482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-9112612197777694594?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/9112612197777694594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=9112612197777694594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9112612197777694594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/9112612197777694594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official...I&apos;m waddling'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RvNHjPTg53I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yIEX1b5Kfmw/s72-c/duck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-7089931013119289475</id><published>2007-09-12T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:16:51.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby update</title><content type='html'>There is no update. I went to the doctor today and it was optional to get checked.  I was feeling rather lazy so I just went with the ultrasound.  Anywho... 2 weeks ago I was dialated to a 1 and 80% effaced.  The next week when I went in there was no change.  So...yeah I decided to bypass the check this time.  Everything looks good though.  I'm 37 weeks 4 days.  It seems like I was 36 weeks 2 weeks ago so I am definitely getting ahead of myself.  Sleeping is still comfortable but I struggle getting in and out of my car.  Oh, and I am still refusing to take the elevator at work but it is a little embarrassing huffing and puffing up the staircase.  Thank goodness for the railing.&lt;br /&gt;I have two things I am looking forward to.  First, the baby of course.  I can't wait to see what she looks like and I'm excited to be a mom.  Second, I can't wait to have time off from work.  I have had a full-time job since I was 18 years old so it will be weird to not "go to work."  I know, I know, motherhood is work too...it's different though, right?  Please tell me it's different.&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the whole childcare situation.  I pray everything works out.  Well, that's a wrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-7089931013119289475?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/7089931013119289475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=7089931013119289475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7089931013119289475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/7089931013119289475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-update.html' title='Baby update'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4579869225994311570</id><published>2007-09-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:19:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promised myself I would never....</title><content type='html'>Well, I am breaking a promise with myself.  I promised myself I would never wear my husbands clothes while I was pregnant.  I just don't know where else to turn.  I'ts late and I'm too tired to do laundry.  I'm down to about 5 outfits and they are all dirty.  Blahhh!  I had to retire most of my maternity tops because my belly hangs out of the bottom.   I know some of the pregnant celebrities are comfortable with that look but I'm not.  I just look and feel more like Homer Simpson.  So, yeah...I'm wearing Nate's shirt tomorrow.  So what!  It's a golf shirt and it isn't baggy or anything.  I just might curl my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4579869225994311570?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4579869225994311570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4579869225994311570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4579869225994311570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4579869225994311570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-promised-myself-i-would-never.html' title='I promised myself I would never....'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8603115928788362638</id><published>2007-08-31T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:43:35.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of funny</title><content type='html'>I've been keeping my eye out for some cute ribbon to make hairbows with. Today I picked up a black and white gingham check print that came on a teeny tiny spool.  I found it in the card making section at the craft store.  When I got home I thought I would start production only to find out that the ribbon has red writing on it. I didn't read the writing before purchase because I foolishly assumed it was only on the plastic covering.  Well, my cute little ribbon says "over the hill" repeatedly throughout the entire spool. I guess I wont be using it for baby bows. I got a good laugh out of it and it was only 99 cents. I really should pay more attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8603115928788362638?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8603115928788362638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8603115928788362638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8603115928788362638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8603115928788362638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/kind-of-funny.html' title='Kind of funny'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6963883884895014218</id><published>2007-08-25T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:21:01.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>I was with my Mom and sister at Costco grabbing a bite at their little eatery. You can observe the pizzas rolling out of the oven on some kind of conveyor belt. There is an employee standing near to pop the cheesy air bubbles and put the pizza in a box. Well, my sister pointed out that the tool they were using to pop the air bubbles was touching the ground. I think the employee caught on to our glares because all of the sudden she placed the tool in a more sanitary location. This happened at the Ogden Costco and I'm sure it doesn't happen everywhere. I'm certain Pizza Hut and Dominos have their own set of health code violations but I have never witnessed them first hand...EEW!! I ordered a Hot Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6963883884895014218?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6963883884895014218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6963883884895014218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6963883884895014218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6963883884895014218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8578080174700801168</id><published>2007-08-20T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:40:11.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Baby</title><content type='html'>I had the craziest dream last night or I guess early this morning.  I dreamt that my baby was about the size of my thumbnail.  She was also flat and looked more like a gingerbread man.  I remember trying to put covers over her but they kept covering up her little face.  I know, pretty weird.  Don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8578080174700801168?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8578080174700801168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8578080174700801168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8578080174700801168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8578080174700801168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/gingerbread-baby.html' title='Gingerbread Baby'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2253361551707516774</id><published>2007-08-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:04:05.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Martinez...GO AWAY!!</title><content type='html'>About six months ago I decided to change my cell phone number.  I used to have a SLC cell number because I lived there for over five years.  Since moving to Ogden, I've felt that it was probably time to go local.  This sweet lady from my ward kept calling Nate because it was long distance to call me.  Nate sometimes forgot to give me the messages.  Sorry Caroline Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...Tommy Martinez.  Apparently the man who used to have my cell phone number (Tommy Martinez) has quite the social life.  I am seriously so sick of being his secretary.  He is also a big pervert or at least he knows some.  About a week after I got my new number I received a super offensive picture message.  Within this six month period I've received calls from his friends, past employers, his ex mother-in-law, Dentist, and numerous debt collectors that call at 6:00am.  I don't even answer my phone anymore unless I recognize the number.  Moral of the story...don't change your cell phone number.  It's not worth it.  Tommy Martinez..if you are out there...PAY YOUR FRICKIN BILLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2253361551707516774?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2253361551707516774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2253361551707516774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2253361551707516774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2253361551707516774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/tommy-martinezgo-away.html' title='Tommy Martinez...GO AWAY!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2505892783788618844</id><published>2007-08-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:40:54.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged a little while ago but I've been busy.  Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've had...&lt;br /&gt;Pacesetter (clothing company, I put the price tags on)&lt;br /&gt;Vanity (sales)&lt;br /&gt;Matrix Marketing (telemarketing yipes!)&lt;br /&gt;Dillards (sales)&lt;br /&gt;Nordstrom (sales)&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Sottero Bridal (customer service)&lt;br /&gt;Calendar Systems (customer service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I never get sick of...&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones Diary&lt;br /&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friends Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless in Seatle&lt;br /&gt;The Burbs&lt;br /&gt;About a boy&lt;br /&gt;Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;Pride &amp; Predjudice&lt;br /&gt;Clueless&lt;br /&gt;Back to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I've called home...&lt;br /&gt;Eden, UT&lt;br /&gt;North Ogden, UT&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City, UT&lt;br /&gt;South Weber, UT&lt;br /&gt;South Ogden, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows...&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;The Soup&lt;br /&gt;Best Week Ever&lt;br /&gt;How do I Look&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order SVU&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Spots...&lt;br /&gt;Prague&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I've never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite websites...&lt;br /&gt;Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I'd rather be...&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends haven't hopped on the blogging train.  I'm tagging anyone who wants to be tagged.  Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2505892783788618844?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2505892783788618844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2505892783788618844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2505892783788618844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2505892783788618844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-6611192488132901016</id><published>2007-08-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:04:31.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I want this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RraPFptmTCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jsxE6VBPFFI/s1600-h/leopardmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RraPFptmTCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jsxE6VBPFFI/s320/leopardmain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095417355675520034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is so dang cute...and kind of funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-6611192488132901016?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/6611192488132901016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=6611192488132901016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6611192488132901016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/6611192488132901016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-this.html' title='I want this!'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/RraPFptmTCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jsxE6VBPFFI/s72-c/leopardmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-4744336747086356091</id><published>2007-07-31T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:50:55.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carly!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my sister Carly's birthday.  What a lady!  Carly, I hope you are having a fantastic day.  You deserve it!  I hope you get everything you've ever dreamed of and more. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-4744336747086356091?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/4744336747086356091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=4744336747086356091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4744336747086356091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/4744336747086356091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-carly.html' title='Happy Birthday Carly!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-3197689266617142827</id><published>2007-07-29T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:11:47.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Muu Muu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rq1wnZtmTAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/32jlC1hemxs/s1600-h/muumuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rq1wnZtmTAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/32jlC1hemxs/s320/muumuu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092850575845248002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been wishing Muu Muu's were socially acceptable.  Clothing just seems so uncomfortable right now. You know, because of the belly and the swelling.&lt;br /&gt;I just googled Muu Muu just to see what was out there.  Here is a photo of one of my options.  If you are considering owning a muu muu of your very own you can find them on nursinghomeapparel.com. You can thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-3197689266617142827?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/3197689266617142827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=3197689266617142827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3197689266617142827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/3197689266617142827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/07/moo-moo.html' title='Muu Muu'/><author><name>Robin</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c98gHJXKpXE/Rq1wnZtmTAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/32jlC1hemxs/s72-c/muumuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-8583663891142024176</id><published>2007-07-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:57:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Attitude</title><content type='html'>Nate and I sort of struggle with our church calling.  We are Young Single Adult advisors in our ward.  No one ever comes to the activities and I probably wouldn't either if I was young and single.  As sad as that sounds, it's true.  Tonight was the ward campout and the YSA's were asked to put together a fish pond for the kids.  So, like always the Young Singles didn't show but Nate and I were there.  The night started out rough but it got better as time went on.  Nate was so entertaining to listen to.  I was behind the pond and Nate was out front with the kids.  The kids couldn't choose their prize it was just kind of random.  A demanding child approached the pond and started making requests.  Nate said to him "You know this isn't Santas lap, you have to take what you get."  What a hoot.  After it was all over Nate told me how annoyed he was with some of the kids.  I would have never guessed it because he was so cute with them.  When it was all over we both agreed that it wasn't that bad and it was even kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-8583663891142024176?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/8583663891142024176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=8583663891142024176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8583663891142024176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/8583663891142024176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-attitude.html' title='Bad Attitude'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-5002393695679200418</id><published>2007-07-10T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:31:28.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The Heat is ON!!!</title><content type='html'>I am normally on the chilly side.  I'm the girl at work that blasts her space heater while wearing a parka...all day long.  I'm pregnant now and I have never experienced this intense heat.  It's just gross.  To top it off the AC in my car isn't working.  Good thing I live a mile away from work.  Today I skipped lunch because I didn't want to get into my hot car to get food.  WAAAH!!!  Enough complaining.  Let's just say if it decided to rain, I would welcome it with open arms and mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-5002393695679200418?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/5002393695679200418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=5002393695679200418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5002393695679200418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/5002393695679200418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/07/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat is ON!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-2051821506031012544</id><published>2007-06-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:08:31.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>84 things about me (That's all I could come up with)</title><content type='html'>1. I was born May 21,1975&lt;br /&gt;2. I got married when I was 30&lt;br /&gt;3. I met my husband at my company Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;4. We dated a year and a 1/2 before we married&lt;br /&gt;5. I am going to have a baby girl in September&lt;br /&gt;6. I have had a total of 20 different roommmates.&lt;br /&gt;7. I've spent a considerable amount of time kareoking&lt;br /&gt;8. I am terrified of public speaking&lt;br /&gt;9. I have my associates degree in Fashion merchandising&lt;br /&gt;10. If I had enough money I would go to school at FIDM or Parsons.&lt;br /&gt;11. I feel confident giving fashion advice&lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite color is purple&lt;br /&gt;13. My perfume of choice is Burberry London&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite store is Nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;15. I love people watching(the airport is my fav spot)&lt;br /&gt;16. My toyota camry just turned 200,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;17. I was born a blonde but matured into a brunette&lt;br /&gt;18. I love change when it comes to my hair&lt;br /&gt;19. I've decided to grow my hair out...for now.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm embarrassed to say that I don't enjoy reading&lt;br /&gt;21. My favorite song when I was little - mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys&lt;br /&gt;22. I wanted to be a rodeo queen when I was little&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't really like country music that much&lt;br /&gt;24. I like Jello and Hot Dogs despite the rumors&lt;br /&gt;25. I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;26. I used to drink ridiculous amounts of diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;27. I don't like toilets that automatically flush. I feel that I am capable of controlling the situation&lt;br /&gt;28. I hate public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;29. I was attacked at the Hogle Zoo during the bird show.  A falcon landed on my shoulder and ripped my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;30. I like the smell of skunks.&lt;br /&gt;31. I think my husband is an amazing artist&lt;br /&gt;32. I have no talent but that hasn't stopped me from entering talent competitions&lt;br /&gt;33. I've rollerskated in a ward/stake talent show&lt;br /&gt;34. I wish I could sew.&lt;br /&gt;35. I played soccer for my highschool team&lt;br /&gt;36. I won the school spelling bee when I was in the 4th grade&lt;br /&gt;37. I laugh at my own jokes&lt;br /&gt;38. I love to go to the movies&lt;br /&gt;39. Long movies drive me crazy. I'm good for an hour and a half&lt;br /&gt;40. I used to be outgoing but I'm not anymore&lt;br /&gt;41. I worry too much about what other people think&lt;br /&gt;42. I don't like it when other people correct my grammar. I think it's rude&lt;br /&gt;43. I love celebrity gossip&lt;br /&gt;44. I don't like to talk on the phone that much. I would rather talk face to face&lt;br /&gt;45. I am a customer service manager for a calendar company.&lt;br /&gt;46. I don't like confrontation&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm not good at expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;48. I am a deep sleeper&lt;br /&gt;49. I used to have an alarm clock called the sonic boom.  It shook my bed, flashed a light in my face and made that annoying alarm sound&lt;br /&gt;50. I am not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;51. I love breakfast food but I don't like to take the time to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;52. I love cookie dough more than the finished product&lt;br /&gt;53. I'm scared of Moose&lt;br /&gt;54. I'm not into scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;55. I have travelled to Prague, Hungary, Austria, Italy, France and Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;56. I want to visit New York someday.&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm not a dog person.&lt;br /&gt;58. I worked with a girl that called in sick because her dog was sick - that's weird&lt;br /&gt;59. I can't watch talk shows like Jerry Springer or Montel. They seriously depress me&lt;br /&gt;60. I would rather park my car clear across the parking lot than circle around in hopes there is a space closer to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;61. I believe one of the best shows that is no longer on television is Arrested Development. It's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;62. I have never been in a tanning bed&lt;br /&gt;63. I have the disease Michael Jackson claims to have.  That's probably the reason I've never been tanning&lt;br /&gt;64. I don't wear a lot of makeup in general but I probably wear too much mascara.&lt;br /&gt;65. I think it's rude when someone asks how much I've paid for something.&lt;br /&gt;66. It bugs me when people harmonize the "Happy Birthday" song.  You don't need to make this song sound pretty.&lt;br /&gt;67. I'm proud of the fact that I've lived alone, paid my own rent/utilities/bills without help from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;68. I haven't had any crazy cravings with my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;69. I've never had a broken bone, never been a patient at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;70. They say pregnancy comes with super smelling powers.  I seem to be sensitive to bad breathe and my own armpits.&lt;br /&gt;71. I love my family&lt;br /&gt;72. I miss living in Eden Ut.&lt;br /&gt;73. Halloween,Christmas and the 4th of July are my favorite Holidays&lt;br /&gt;74. Favorite Halloween costume - wonder woman(I think I was 5)&lt;br /&gt;75. Most regretted Halloween costume - identical twins with my husband. We wore the same shirt, twinner wigs, mustache and painted on eyebrows.  I've never felt uglier.&lt;br /&gt;76. I don't like receiving flowers on valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;77. I wish I could dance well. I'm about 70% uncoordinated.&lt;br /&gt;78. I like Grey's Anatomy. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for season 3.&lt;br /&gt;79. I love romantic comedies.&lt;br /&gt;80. I'm not an open book.  It takes a while to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm cluttery (I take after my Dad)&lt;br /&gt;82. I know I'm not the best driver but I've never caused an accident.&lt;br /&gt;83. I don't like it when someone steals my joke and takes credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;84. I like my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-2051821506031012544?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/2051821506031012544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=2051821506031012544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2051821506031012544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/2051821506031012544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/06/84-things-about-me-thats-all-i-could.html' title='84 things about me (That&apos;s all I could come up with)'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847683075654605513.post-350661248498063289</id><published>2007-06-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:33:33.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...it's what you can expect from me</title><content type='html'>I am new to this blogging world.  It's hard not to get sucked in.  My sister Carly helped get me started.  She also created my header because I don't know what I'm doing.  I would like to explain my header because I feel like it deserves an explanation.  First of all... I think toasting is a funny little exercise.  My old roommates and I went through a toasting phase.  There are so many things in life that deserve the respect of a raised glass.  That's that.  Secondly...there are just some words that I think are funny enough when they stand on their own.  I happen to think the word "refreshments" is a humorous word.  Other words that I can't help but chuckle at... goodies, munchies and babaganoush.&lt;br /&gt;My sister uses her blog as a journal and since I am horrible at documenting my life I figure this will be a great help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847683075654605513-350661248498063289?l=robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/feeds/350661248498063289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847683075654605513&amp;postID=350661248498063289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/350661248498063289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847683075654605513/posts/default/350661248498063289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsrefreshments.blogspot.com/2007/06/randomits-what-you-can-expect-from-me.html' title='Random...it&apos;s what you can expect from me'/><author><name>Robin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
