<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164</id><updated>2009-11-09T03:43:30.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, mommyhood, and lots of popcorn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-8234747668294925884</id><published>2009-11-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:33:49.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner fail</title><summary type='text'>Actual comments from my family during supper tonight:".... what's in the potatoes?""This is a 'floss' meal.""The gristle's actually not too bad.""So... when are we having pizza?""I'm gonna top this off with a bowl of cereal."I concede that the meat was undercooked.  My ravenous family, unwilling to delay supper any further, pulled the fresh beef brisket from the oven, sliced it and served it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/8234747668294925884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=8234747668294925884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8234747668294925884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8234747668294925884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/11/dinner-fail.html' title='dinner fail'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-4056600755006190499</id><published>2009-10-10T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:54:17.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen bras recovered, but no bust made :: WRAL.com</title><summary type='text'>Best headline I've read in a while.  Don't really care about the story! lolStolen bras recovered, but no bust made :: WRAL.comShared via AddThis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/4056600755006190499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=4056600755006190499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4056600755006190499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4056600755006190499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/10/stolen-bras-recovered-but-no-bust-made.html' title='Stolen bras recovered, but no bust made :: WRAL.com'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-5381049078169221051</id><published>2009-10-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:19:29.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>towanda</title><summary type='text'>With the soon advent of The Rain  (this event in the Pac NW gets its own capital letters), A. decided today was "strip the garden day."We betook ourselves to our garden plot, which, once The Rain comes, will become a large field of chocolate pudding, hazardous to muck boots and small children.  We lost a child out there once.  (We did eventually retrieve her.)  So the goal was clear: harvest the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/5381049078169221051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=5381049078169221051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5381049078169221051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5381049078169221051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/10/towanda.html' title='towanda'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/Ss-ozkqa2yI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FfxYeCgrqi8/s72-c/10-09-09_1136.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-1646686037980321588</id><published>2009-10-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:21:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>begorrah</title><summary type='text'>Something I've never noodled out before is the relative merits and deficiencies of bond weights of paper.   Apparently 20 lb paper messes up our laser printer; 24 lb  does not.I am supposed to remember this from an apparent tragic  occurrence in my distant past: 20 lb paper messes up the printer,  and it's a pain to fix.  I only remember this dimly.  However,  I strongly remember that someone in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/1646686037980321588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=1646686037980321588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1646686037980321588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1646686037980321588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/10/begorrah.html' title='begorrah'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-4423149317669307773</id><published>2009-10-05T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:35:50.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scenes from P-town</title><summary type='text'>My most recent wedding cake.    The mother of the groom is a good friend of mine; I was honored to be asked to make this.   The bride is German, so when you cut into the cake,  it's layered to look like the German flag:  from top to bottom, it's chocolate, strawberry, and lemon.    Satin Ice fondant covering the cake-- (SOOO much better than Wilton. I will never put that rancid W stuff on any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/4423149317669307773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=4423149317669307773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4423149317669307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4423149317669307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/10/scenes-from-p-town.html' title='scenes from P-town'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/SspT-S3i7uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Qmtl9pMFwe4/s72-c/2009_Sept+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-1214955354252884043</id><published>2009-09-12T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:12:39.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' on up to the east side (well, kent, anyway)</title><summary type='text'>When, in the course of family events, it becomes necessary for a homeschooling family to dissolve the scholastic bonds which have connected them with one another, and to assume, among the other taxpayers of the school district, the separate and equal station to which the laws of compulsory education in Washington State and our Sovereign God (to whom every parent answers) entitle them, a decent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/1214955354252884043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=1214955354252884043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1214955354252884043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1214955354252884043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/09/movin-on-up-to-east-side-well-kent.html' title='movin&apos; on up to the east side (well, kent, anyway)'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-149188214316887299</id><published>2009-08-19T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:28:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"put that thing back where it came from, or so help me...!"</title><summary type='text'>So apparently my son was "followed" by a kitten at the park today.  It's a wee thing, so I'm sure it didn't follow him very far before it got picked up. Fuzzy and grey.  I'm not holding out any hope for the kids, but it's coming on night soon so I guess it can spend one night here.  Not like we don't have other animals around.  Just not many mammals!  Tomorrow: Pierce County Humane Society.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/149188214316887299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=149188214316887299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/149188214316887299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/149188214316887299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/08/put-that-thing-back-where-it-came-from.html' title='&quot;put that thing back where it came from, or so help me...!&quot;'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-1732967966446479795</id><published>2009-08-01T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:42:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about her</title><summary type='text'>I just had D come and clean up what he'd left piled around my computer: a bowl of salad plus fork from lunchtime (much salad left); an empty bowl of Moose Tracks ice cream plus spoon (empty), and a small bag of gummy worms (empty).D said, "Hey!  Who ate the rest of my gummy worms?"I told him the last time I checked, there was one worm left, and I did not eat it.He stalked to the living room and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/1732967966446479795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=1732967966446479795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1732967966446479795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/1732967966446479795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-about-her.html' title='it&apos;s all about her'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-6412455135699398613</id><published>2009-07-29T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:05:37.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>color me pink</title><summary type='text'>And I thought California was hot. :&gt; SO good to be home in the nice, cool Pacific NW...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/6412455135699398613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=6412455135699398613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6412455135699398613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6412455135699398613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/07/color-me-pink.html' title='color me pink'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/SnDVbkILwvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sqteEB5YHLc/s72-c/unbelievable7292009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-7110588176276832736</id><published>2009-07-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:24:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much fun</title><summary type='text'>Last week we turned our children loose to summer camp.  They went to Camp Wooten, which is near Pomeroy, WA.  It's in the middle of NOWHERE. It took me and my friend 7 hours to get the kids there.....and then she and I turned around and came back home, all in the same day. Tuesday I spent recovering from Monday.Wednesday A. and I decided to tackle the household dungeon and get it cleaned up from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/7110588176276832736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=7110588176276832736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7110588176276832736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7110588176276832736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-fun.html' title='too much fun'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-5810759032215028564</id><published>2009-06-25T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:55:55.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 			 				 				 				 			 			 				 			 			 				 				    &lt;!-- presentation starts here --&gt; 				     				    &lt;!-- presentation ends here --&gt; 				 				 			                                               				     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/5810759032215028564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=5810759032215028564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5810759032215028564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5810759032215028564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-click-and-choose-save-picture-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-3056225281090065271</id><published>2009-06-20T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:41:05.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry shortcake forever</title><summary type='text'>Today was the perfect day for jamming.  June Gloom has currently overtaken the previous weeks of sunshine, so it was time to pull out the pectin, sugar, and jars and get some strawberries from Spooner Farms.  :)  1 flat will make 3 batches of jam (about 4 pints each), just in case you didn't know.  I, however, bought an extra half-flat so I can snack on berries.   They're especially sweet this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/3056225281090065271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=3056225281090065271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/3056225281090065271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/3056225281090065271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-shortcake-forever.html' title='strawberry shortcake forever'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-7067304791253029259</id><published>2009-06-19T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:24:40.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pigpig</title><summary type='text'>Here's our newest addition named Squirt, partnered with Julie.  She's overcome her shyness since being paired with Julie, and she's turning into a really friendly animal.  Jumpy and fast, as all young cavies are, but talkative and interested in people.Steve Williams posted a link to a Sims 3 ongoing blog.  (I am still stuck in Sims 1 mode - it's an amazingly fun black hole of a time vortex, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/7067304791253029259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=7067304791253029259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7067304791253029259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7067304791253029259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-pigpig.html' title='new pigpig'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/SjwN5AYsupI/AAAAAAAAAUY/RpqAkpK61iA/s72-c/2009_May+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-8606813377988289927</id><published>2009-06-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:39:51.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Event</title><summary type='text'>Flopsy pig pig died yesterday afternoon. It was very sad, but good for the kids to experience a small taste of grief, even if only for a beloved pet. Her final resting place was a Grape Nuts box cut to size.   A. let the kids pick where to put her grave, so they chose a spot next to the wisteria bush.  S. put a little pot of grass on the spot and we went to Happy Teriyaki for dinner so we could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/8606813377988289927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=8606813377988289927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8606813377988289927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8606813377988289927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/event.html' title='The Event'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-6653681925984940936</id><published>2009-06-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:31:09.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flopsy pig pig</title><summary type='text'>I am in here because it would be a sin to laugh right now.  I am cursed with a tweaky sense of humor that crops up at inappropriate times.Early this afternoon A. discovered our oldest guinea pig Flopsy: limp and prostrate, shallowly panting.  It's warm outside, so we don't know if this is the result of old age, or if she's just suffering with heat exhaustion. We gave her an ice pack and misted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/6653681925984940936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=6653681925984940936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6653681925984940936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6653681925984940936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/flopsy-pig-pig.html' title='flopsy pig pig'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/Si2CtD5HRmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SiJJRwLZVfI/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-4318658274253528437</id><published>2009-06-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:50:29.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of common events</title><summary type='text'>This morning, D. said his band at Maplewood was having an end-of-the-year party. Bring snacks.  So I dropped the boy at band and drove to Safeway to get some suitable 9:30 a.m. party snacks. Only one register is open at Safeway, and they're stacked 6 deep with customers....  Success at last! Chocolate chip mini muffins purchased, I headed back to Maplewood.   As I rounded the corner, I saw our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/4318658274253528437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=4318658274253528437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4318658274253528437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4318658274253528437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-of-common-events.html' title='a series of common events'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-6673812000519851718</id><published>2009-05-29T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:01:00.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sowing and reaping</title><summary type='text'>It's almost June.   Schools are winding down, the temperature is winding up, the neighborhood kiddie pools are filling up.And my kids are inside doing school.   Only now do they bemoan the wasted hours, the frittered time. My daughter is in a rage right now because the kids next door are making too much noise as they swim in their pool and slip on their waterslide.  She wants me to go next door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/6673812000519851718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=6673812000519851718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6673812000519851718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6673812000519851718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/05/sowing-and-reaping.html' title='sowing and reaping'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-8710905914530469143</id><published>2009-05-06T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:07:19.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulpit fail</title><summary type='text'>We receive many emails from different organizations of varying Christian stripes - so much so, that they tend to blur together.This morning, however, we received an e-newsletter from a church where I personally was familiar with their pastor and his ministry.  Since it made a blip on my recognition radar, I clicked on the link and had a look around.Apparently they have a new pulpit - a gift from </summary><link rel='related' href='http://nvbc.org/new_pulpit/' title='pulpit fail'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/8710905914530469143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=8710905914530469143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8710905914530469143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/8710905914530469143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulpit-fail.html' title='pulpit fail'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jX_0woql-gI/SgG1pzTglgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jor2uWUNM24/s72-c/pulpit_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-6838822646329828628</id><published>2009-04-30T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:13:44.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deadline</title><summary type='text'>30 days hath September,April, June, and November...Just wanted to get one post in for the month of April, since it is now April 30....Harking back a bit, one month ago today I was in Quebec.I still have travel photos on my camera to upload, and travel stories to tell before I forget them (for instance - from Minnesota to Western South Dakota........it pretty much sucks.  No offense, or anything, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/6838822646329828628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=6838822646329828628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6838822646329828628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/6838822646329828628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadline.html' title='deadline'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-7406791912342631072</id><published>2009-03-11T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:42:41.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>guest book review: Don Quixote</title><summary type='text'>This is for Rebecca, who's been taking stabs at reading this.D. read an abridged version of Don Quixote for school, and here's his assessment (and I quote):"I can tell you the entire story in very few words.He reads too many books.  He becomes a nut. So then he gets a squire, and he trains his squire to become a nut. Eventually he dies because he's a nut."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/7406791912342631072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=7406791912342631072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7406791912342631072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/7406791912342631072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-book-review-don-quixote.html' title='guest book review: Don Quixote'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-5334276818742321383</id><published>2009-03-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:51:10.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>context, context, context.</title><summary type='text'>A and I are enjoying a quiet evening in the living room. He's reading, I'm playing games on my laptop.  Here's the conversation:Me (playing Scrabble online): "I'm only coming up with four-letter words."A: "Why?  Are you in that bad of a mood?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/5334276818742321383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=5334276818742321383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5334276818742321383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5334276818742321383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/03/context-context-context.html' title='context, context, context.'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-2358586420591693311</id><published>2009-03-09T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:08:52.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is not icumen in</title><summary type='text'>Spring is not icumen inLhude sing poo-pooh!Snoweth snow and Bloweth noseAnd Groweth impatience anew...Lhude sing poo-pooh!**edit** Apparently my song reference above is too obscure.  I based it on the old Madrigal song written in Middle English, "Sumer is icumen in."  Here's the original poem with a performance of the song.  Enjoy! Now, back to your lives, citizens!**I awoke to a winter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/2358586420591693311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=2358586420591693311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/2358586420591693311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/2358586420591693311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-not-icumen-in.html' title='spring is not icumen in'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-5111788678005186294</id><published>2009-03-06T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:36:51.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussions'/><title type='text'>mother hubbard</title><summary type='text'>A, just moments ago,  commenting on his inability to find a suitable lunch:"I'm beginning to understand why tigers drive away their offspring from their territory... otherwise, there's no prey left."He further queried:"What do you call something that just lies around, causes trouble, and eats food?"(Me: "A cat.")"No.  A parasite.  A lawyer."He'll change his tune once I rustle up some suitable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/5111788678005186294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=5111788678005186294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5111788678005186294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5111788678005186294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/03/mother-hubbard.html' title='mother hubbard'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-4294992440508606263</id><published>2009-02-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:56:38.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtfulness</title><summary type='text'>My son has just brought me a cup of my favorite tea: Ginger Peach, by the incomparable Republic of Tea.  I love it hot or cold.I wonder if he's trying to soften some blow that will fall shortly?... and I hate being all suspicious like that, but these children sometimes exhibit my worst behaviors, and I have been guilty of buttering people up.Maybe I should just stop fussing and drink my tea. Good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/4294992440508606263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=4294992440508606263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4294992440508606263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/4294992440508606263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughtfulness.html' title='thoughtfulness'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367164.post-5399531768142901251</id><published>2009-02-27T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:47:44.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on kitchen countertops</title><summary type='text'>There's nothing like having a freshly scrubbed kitchen countertop, pristine and cleared of clutter.It's a battle, though, to keep it that way.  There must be an inner compulsion in each member of this household that drives us to put things on the countertop. The empty space beckons us to spread out one's cartooning supplies, the monsters made of Sculpey, the assorted recipes that we'll be using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/feeds/5399531768142901251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367164&amp;postID=5399531768142901251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5399531768142901251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367164/posts/default/5399531768142901251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annecourager.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-kitchen-countertops.html' title='on kitchen countertops'/><author><name>Annecourager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523491691533165874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00356812416801256555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>