(735,1,'2010-09-25 15:19:42','2010-09-25 22:19:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.balletaz.org/index.taf?mnid=community&amp;smid=1124368127\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-734\" title=\"Mozart-Twelve Variations on Ah, vous dirai-je Maman K265\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Please-support-your-local-ballet-300x242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"242\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Remember the movie <em>The Secret</em>?  Think about something and it miraculously manifests in your life?  An unfortunate example highlighted in the film is a seedy looking guy who dreams about a mansion and poof!  The next thing you know he\'s living large. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I personally think the focus on</p>','Day 10:  Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet','','inherit','open','open','','625-revision','','','2010-09-25 15:19:42','2010-09-25 22:19:42','',625,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/25/625-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(736,1,'2010-09-25 15:20:42','2010-09-25 22:20:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.balletaz.org/index.taf?mnid=community&amp;smid=1124368127\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-734\" title=\"Mozart-Twelve Variations on Ah, vous dirai-je Maman K265\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Please-support-your-local-ballet-300x242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"242\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Remember the movie <em>The Secret</em>?  Think about something and it miraculously manifests in your life?  An unfortunate example highlighted in the film is a seedy looking guy who dreams about a mansion and poof!  The next thing you know he\'s living large. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I</p>','Day 10:  Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet','','inherit','open','open','','625-revision-2','','','2010-09-25 15:20:42','2010-09-25 22:20:42','',625,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/25/625-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(738,1,'2010-09-25 16:21:56','2010-09-25 23:21:56','<p><a href=\"http://www.balletaz.org/index.taf?mnid=community&amp;smid=1124368127\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-734\" title=\"Mozart-Twelve Variations on Ah, vous dirai-je Maman K265\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Please-support-your-local-ballet-300x242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"242\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Remember the movie <em>The Secret</em>?  Think about something and it miraculously manifests in your life?  An unfortunate example highlighted in the film is a seedy looking guy who dreams about a mansion and poof!  The next thing you know he\'s living large. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I don\'t conjure up mansions in my life.  Maybe because I don\'t think about them.  I\'m a cozy cottage kind of girl.  But I apparently do have magic powers when it comes to Ballet Under the Stars because...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Last Monday I was driving home from work and passed a beautiful park close to home.  I daydreamed about a Ballet Under the Stars event that was performed there a few years ago.  I wondered if and when it would return and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'m flipping though a local Fall Arts Preview magazine during my lunchtime pedi the other day and voila!  Ballet Under the Stars performance scheduled for this weekend!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Holy Secret Powers, Batman! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Figuring out which friends will accompany you to the ballet is always a bit tricky.  I decided to invite my friend Sarah who was a Dance minor in college.  We also used to teach together, and as a fellow lover of ballet, she truly understood why I would tear up for the 1000th time while watching <a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0&amp;feature=related\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Baryshnikov &amp; Kirkland\'s Pas de Deux in <em>The Nutcracker</em></strong></a><strong>.</strong>   I used to show the entire ballet to my students every December.  No <em>Barbie Nutcracker</em> in my classroom.  It was the real deal.  And guess what?  The children LOVED it!  Hurrah to keeping it real and not dumbing it down for kids!  But I digress...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ballet Under the Stars performs at several different venues each fall.  The one that Sarah and I attended was on the great lawn at Tempe Center for the Arts, a fantastic performing and visual arts venue.  As I pulled up, I could hardly believe it.  You would have thought that John Mayer was staging a free concert by the amount of TRAFFIC.  For the ballet!!!!  Hurrah again!  It\'s impossible to get cranky in a traffic jam when you see this many people coming out to support the arts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The great lawn swarmed with people.  Of course, this was a free event, but hey -- if a fraction of these people take their families to the ballet this season, Ballet Arizona\'s mission is accomplished. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The evening was perfect - from a Harvest Moon rising over the stage; 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Kirkland\'s Pas de Deux in <em>The Nutcracker</em></strong></a><strong>.</strong>   I used to show the entire ballet to my students every December.  No <em>Barbie Nutcracker</em> in my classroom.  It was the real deal.  And guess what?  The children LOVED it!  Hurrah to keeping it real and not dumbing it down for kids!  But I digress...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ballet Under the Stars performs at several different venues each fall.  The one that Sarah and I attended was on the great lawn at Tempe Center for the Arts, a fantastic performing and visual arts venue.  As I pulled up, I could hardly believe it.  You would have thought that John Mayer was staging a free concert by the amount of TRAFFIC.  For the ballet!!!!  Hurrah again!  It\'s impossible to get cranky in a traffic jam when you see this many people coming out to support the arts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The great lawn swarmed with people.  Of course, this was a free event, but hey -- if a fraction of these people take their families to the ballet this season, Ballet Arizona\'s mission is accomplished. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The evening was perfect - from a Harvest Moon rising over the stage; 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Kirkland\'s Pas de Deux in <em>The Nutcracker</em></strong></a><strong>.</strong>   I used to show the entire ballet to my students every December.  No <em>Barbie Nutcracker</em> in my classroom.  It was the real deal.  And guess what?  The children LOVED it!  Hurrah to keeping it real and not dumbing it down for kids!  But I digress...</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Ballet Under the Stars performs at several different venues each fall.  The one that Sarah and I attended was on the great lawn at Tempe Center for the Arts, a fantastic performing and visual arts venue.  As I pulled up, I could hardly believe it.  You would have thought that John Mayer was staging a free concert by the amount of TRAFFIC.  For the ballet!!!!  Hurrah again!  It\'s impossible to get cranky in a traffic jam when you see this many people coming out to support the arts. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The great lawn swarmed with people.  Of course, this was a free event, but hey -- if a fraction of these people take their families to the ballet this season, Ballet Arizona\'s mission is accomplished. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The evening was perfect - from a Harvest Moon rising over the stage; to the brilliant dancing; to the company of a dear, sweet friend and her precious 4 year-old goddaughter pirouetting around; to an adorable shih tzu waltzing up to our blanket and hiking his leg over Sarah\'s oversized purse. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So indicative of life, isn\'t it?  Everything is absolutely lovely until someone pees on your parade.  Luckily, Sarah is one of my most easygoing friends and doesn\'t sweat the small, shih tzu-type stuff. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Cities are now publishing their Fall Arts Previews.  Many events are FREE.  Get out there for a memorable evening while supporting your local arts community!   </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 10:  Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet','','inherit','open','open','','625-revision-6','','','2010-09-25 16:22:41','2010-09-25 23:22:41','',625,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/25/625-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(739,1,'2010-09-25 16:22:33','2010-09-25 23:22:33','<p><a href=\"http://www.balletaz.org/index.taf?mnid=community&amp;smid=1124368127\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-734\" title=\"Mozart-Twelve Variations on Ah, vous dirai-je Maman K265\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Please-support-your-local-ballet-300x242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"242\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Remember the movie <em>The Secret</em>?  Think about something and it miraculously manifests in your life?  An unfortunate example highlighted in the film is a seedy looking guy who dreams about a mansion and poof!  The next thing you know he\'s living large. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t conjure up mansions in my life.  Maybe because I don\'t think about them.  I\'m a cozy cottage kind of girl.  But I apparently do have magic powers when it comes to Ballet Under the Stars because...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Last Monday I was driving home from work and passed a beautiful park close to home.  I daydreamed about a Ballet Under the Stars event that was performed there a few years ago.  I wondered if and when it would return and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m flipping though a local Fall Arts Preview magazine during my lunchtime pedi the other day and voila!  Ballet Under the Stars performance scheduled for this weekend!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Holy Secret Powers, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Figuring out which friends will accompany you to the ballet is always a bit tricky.  I decided to invite my friend Sarah who was a Dance minor in college.  We also used to teach together, and as a fellow lover of ballet, she truly understood why I would tear up for the 1000th time while watching <a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0&amp;feature=related\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Baryshnikov &amp; Kirkland\'s Pas de Deux in <em>The Nutcracker</em></strong></a><strong>.</strong>   I used to show the entire ballet to my students every December.  No <em>Barbie Nutcracker</em> in my classroom.  It was the real deal.  And guess what?  The children LOVED it!  Hurrah to keeping it real and not dumbing it down for kids!  But I digress...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ballet Under the Stars performs at several different venues each fall.  The one that Sarah and I attended was on the great lawn at Tempe Center for the Arts, a fantastic performing and visual arts venue.  As I pulled up, I could hardly believe it.  You would have thought that John Mayer was staging a free concert by the amount of TRAFFIC.  For the ballet!!!!  Hurrah again!  It\'s impossible to get cranky in a traffic jam when you see this many people coming out to support the arts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The great lawn swarmed with people.  Of course, this was a free event, but hey -- if a fraction of these people take their families to the ballet this season, Ballet Arizona\'s mission is accomplished. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The evening was perfect - from a Harvest Moon rising over the stage; 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Kirkland\'s Pas de Deux in <em>The Nutcracker</em></strong></a><strong>.</strong>   I used to show the entire ballet to my students every December.  No <em>Barbie Nutcracker</em> in my classroom.  It was the real deal.  And guess what?  The children LOVED it!  Hurrah to keeping it real and not dumbing it down for kids!  But I digress...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ballet Under the Stars performs at several different venues each fall.  The one that Sarah and I attended was on the great lawn at Tempe Center for the Arts, a fantastic performing and visual arts venue.  As I pulled up, I could hardly believe it.  You would have thought that John Mayer was staging a free concert by the amount of TRAFFIC.  For the ballet!!!!  Hurrah again!  It\'s impossible to get cranky in a traffic jam when you see this many people coming out to support the arts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The great lawn swarmed with people.  Of course, this was a free event, but hey -- if a fraction of these people take their families to the ballet this season, Ballet Arizona\'s mission is accomplished. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The evening was perfect - from a Harvest Moon rising over the stage; to the brilliant dancing; to the company of a dear, sweet friend and her precious 4 year-old goddaughter pirouetting around; to an adorable shih tzu waltzing up to our blanket and hiking his leg over Sarah\'s oversized purse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So indicative of life, isn\'t it?  Everything is absolutely lovely until someone pees on your parade.  Luckily, Sarah is one of my most easygoing friends and doesn\'t sweat the small, shih tzu-type stuff. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cities are now publishing their Fall Arts Previews.  Many events are FREE.  Get out there for a memorable evening while supporting your local arts community!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 10:  Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet','','inherit','open','open','','625-revision-7','','','2010-09-25 16:22:42','2010-09-25 23:22:42','',625,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/25/625-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(742,1,'2010-09-25 16:24:27','2010-09-25 23:24:27','<p><a href=\"http://www.balletaz.org/index.taf?mnid=community&amp;smid=1124368127\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-734\" title=\"Mozart-Twelve Variations on Ah, vous dirai-je Maman K265\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Please-support-your-local-ballet-300x242.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"242\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Remember the movie <em>The Secret</em>?  Think about something and it miraculously manifests in your life?  An unfortunate example highlighted in the film is a seedy looking guy who dreams about a mansion and poof!  The next thing you know he\'s living large. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t conjure up mansions in my life.  Maybe because I don\'t think about them.  I\'m a cozy cottage kind of girl.  But I apparently do have magic powers when it comes to Ballet Under the Stars because...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Last Monday I was driving home from work and passed a beautiful park close to home.  I daydreamed about a Ballet Under the Stars event that was performed there a few years ago.  I wondered if and when it would return and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m flipping though a local Fall Arts Preview magazine during my lunchtime pedi the other day and voila!  Ballet Under the Stars performance scheduled for this weekend!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Holy Secret Powers, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Figuring out which friends will accompany you to the ballet is always a bit tricky.  I decided to invite my friend Sarah who was a Dance minor in college.  We also used to teach together, and as a fellow lover of ballet, she truly understood why I would tear up for the 1000th time while watching <a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb4Ps7vqgU0&amp;feature=related\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Baryshnikov &amp; 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','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-2','','','2010-09-26 10:56:01','2010-09-26 17:56:01','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(754,1,'2010-09-26 11:03:07','2010-09-26 18:03:07','[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p>cake kitty</p>\n\n<p>cranium and vibrators</p>\n\n<p>elaborate scheme</p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-3','','','2010-09-26 11:03:07','2010-09-26 18:03:07','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(755,1,'2010-09-26 11:53:40','2010-09-26 18:53:40','[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a good surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake.  J </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head with her close friends for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-4','','','2010-09-26 11:53:40','2010-09-26 18:53:40','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(756,1,'2010-09-26 11:54:16','2010-09-26 18:54:16','[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a good surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head with her close friends for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-5','','','2010-09-26 11:54:16','2010-09-26 18:54:16','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(764,1,'2010-09-26 12:04:15','2010-09-26 19:04:15','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>\r\n','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-13','','','2010-09-26 12:04:15','2010-09-26 19:04:15','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(757,1,'2010-09-26 11:55:11','2010-09-26 18:55:11','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head with her close friends for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-6','','','2010-09-26 11:55:11','2010-09-26 18:55:11','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(758,1,'2010-09-26 11:55:59','2010-09-26 18:55:59','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-7','','','2010-09-26 11:55:59','2010-09-26 18:55:59','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(763,1,'2010-09-26 12:01:32','2010-09-26 19:01:32','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-12','','','2010-09-26 12:01:32','2010-09-26 19:01:32','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(760,1,'2010-09-26 11:57:06','2010-09-26 18:57:06','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-9','','','2010-09-26 11:57:06','2010-09-26 18:57:06','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(759,1,'2010-09-26 11:56:54','2010-09-26 18:56:54','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-8','','','2010-09-26 11:56:54','2010-09-26 18:56:54','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(762,1,'2010-09-26 12:00:38','2010-09-26 19:00:38','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head with her close friends for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-11','','','2010-09-26 12:00:38','2010-09-26 19:00:38','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(761,1,'2010-09-26 11:59:49','2010-09-26 18:59:49','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paw fur blue when she dove into the cake. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And…\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated Lori to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything 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/></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-10','','','2010-09-26 11:59:49','2010-09-26 18:59:49','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(765,1,'2010-09-26 12:05:14','2010-09-26 19:05:14','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>\r\n','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-14','','','2010-09-26 12:05:14','2010-09-26 19:05:14','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(766,1,'2010-09-26 12:05:45','2010-09-26 19:05:45','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale with the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>\r\n','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-15','','','2010-09-26 12:05:45','2010-09-26 19:05:45','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(768,1,'2010-09-26 12:10:32','2010-09-26 19:10:32','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>\r\n','Day 11:  Surprise!  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Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate 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often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And…\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</span></strong>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale with the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" 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','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-16','','','2010-09-26 12:08:28','2010-09-26 19:08:28','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(769,1,'2010-09-26 12:10:59','2010-09-26 19:10:59','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-18','','','2010-09-26 12:10:59','2010-09-26 19:10:59','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(770,1,'2010-09-29 07:54:38','2010-09-29 14:54:38','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752 \" title=\"Cooleenie and the Cake Thief \" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty-mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And…</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">SURPRISE!  </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\n\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?</p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p>Heh heh heh </p>\n\n</p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-autosave','','','2010-09-29 07:54:38','2010-09-29 14:54:38','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(771,1,'2010-09-26 12:11:17','2010-09-26 19:11:17','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-19','','','2010-09-26 12:11:17','2010-09-26 19:11:17','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(772,1,'2010-09-26 12:22:52','2010-09-26 19:22:52','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752 \" title=\"Cooleenie and the Cake Thief \" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-20','','','2010-09-26 12:22:52','2010-09-26 19:22:52','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(774,1,'2010-09-26 12:26:09','2010-09-26 19:26:09','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752 \" title=\"Cooleenie and the Cake Thief \" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty-mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">SURPRISE!  </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-22','','','2010-09-26 12:26:09','2010-09-26 19:26:09','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(773,1,'2010-09-26 12:24:14','2010-09-26 19:24:14','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_752\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Cake Curiosity\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-752 \" title=\"Cooleenie and the Cake Thief \" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9250184-e1285524065292-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprises are the best, aren’t they?  Who doesn’t love a big surprise?  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I had the great fortune of being in on a Lordy, Lordy, Look Who’s 40 Surprise Birthday Bash for my dear friend, Lori.  Welcome to my decade, cupcake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uncharacteristically, I do not have a nickname for Lori, but we do share a secret “Poo Poo” gang sign from when we taught kindergarten music together.  This is what teaching young children does to grown women’s brains.  But it also keeps us in touch with our inner-potty-mouthed-kid which keeps us young at heart.  It\'s all good. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Outside of the classroom, Lori lucked out with a terribly thoughtful hubby who masterminds surprise parties and treats Lori and her friends to resort staycations.  (Please make sure to read the bottom of this post to cast your vote regarding this very important and timely matter.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori planned to celebrate her actual birthday on Friday with her family and then head out for dinner with the girls on Saturday.  When her hubby told her that he wanted to take her out solo for dinner on Saturday, she was quite perturbed with the change o’ plans.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, she obliged her hubby and begrudgingly announced to us that we would have to reschedule dinner.  Heh heh heh</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all arrived at Lori’s house to deck the halls and walls and ceiling with tastefully garish 40<sup>th</sup> birthday paraphernalia.  Hubby had food, decorations, and cake hidden throughout the house for us.  Did I mention that he was thoughtful? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Setting up the surprise was half the fun of the party.  How often do we get to feel that kids-on-Christmas-Eve anticipation anymore?  Surprise Parties Rule! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Even the pets were ecstatic!  Checkers the Dalmatian was so turned on that he tried to cop a feel with me on the sofa.  What is it about me that makes males of all species move waaayyyy too fast?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The upstaging pet theatrics continued.  Curiosity luckily did not kill the cat, but it dyed her white paws blue when she dove into the cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>SURPRISE!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yes, Lori was thoroughly surprised when she found us lurking in her dining room.  Hubby lured her back to the house under the premise that he “forgot something” and “could you come in and help me so I don’t hurt my back?”   Bwhahahahahahaha!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This would definitely raise a flag for a single girl, but when you’re married for 12 years, I guess you just go with it. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Happiest of Birthdays to You, Lori!</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now…back to this resort staycation giftie.  Lori’s darling and generous hubby treated her to a resort getaway in Snobbsdale for the eight of us soul sisters next Saturday!  Wahoo! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The only problem is that this soul sister has a pre-paid night in a haunted hotel for a ghost hunting expedition next Saturday for possibly the most curious of these 365 adventures! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So… Lori let it slip that she will let me know if “anything changes”.  Please cast your vote by commenting below:  Should Lori change the staycation soul sister night to the following Saturday?  Heh heh heh </p>','Day 11:  Surprise!  ','','inherit','open','open','','743-revision-21','','','2010-09-26 12:24:14','2010-09-26 19:24:14','',743,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/26/743-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(775,1,'2010-09-29 11:25:34','2010-09-29 18:25:34','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today.  Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I scrambled into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay that afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate cosmetics counter for 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bed with a stomach ache/bug; woke up with a massive headache and stomach ache<br />\r\nheart breaking over Papa</p>\r\n<p>And activity I chose for today is one that I ready somewhere in a book:  smile at everyone who crosses your path today.  </p>\r\n<p>Great.  </p>\r\n','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through a Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-6','','','2010-09-28 19:11:41','2010-09-29 02:11:41','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(786,1,'2010-09-28 19:14:58','2010-09-29 02:14:58','<p>am -- outfit disaster leads to running late for work; fashion emergency<br />\r\nespresso machine nearly exploded; note to clean this evening and out of cleaner<br />\r\nwent to bed with a stomach ache/bug; woke up with a massive headache and stomach ache<br />\r\nheart breaking over Papa</p>\r\n<p>And activity I chose for today is one that I ready somewhere in a book:  smile at everyone who crosses your path today.  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Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-8','','','2010-09-28 19:17:00','2010-09-29 02:17:00','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(788,1,'2010-09-28 21:15:01','2010-09-29 04:15:01','<p>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\n\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\n\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\n\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\n\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I 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this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\n\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\n\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\n\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\n\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either \"Chipper\" or \"Wonky\".  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\n\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\n\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-9','','','2010-09-28 21:15:01','2010-09-29 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21:25:20','2010-09-29 04:25:20','','changinghandsloot','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-16','','','2010-09-28 21:25:20','2010-09-29 04:25:20','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(792,1,'2010-09-28 21:22:50','2010-09-29 04:22:50','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for 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/></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\">http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</a> .</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-3','','','2010-09-28 21:22:50','2010-09-29 04:22:50','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(793,1,'2010-09-28 21:26:42','2010-09-29 04:26:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>A Tale of Two Bookstores</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\">http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</a> .</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-4','','','2010-09-28 21:26:42','2010-09-29 04:26:42','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(794,1,'2010-09-28 21:27:07','2010-09-29 04:27:07','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>A Tale of Two Bookstores</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\">http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</a> .</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-5','','','2010-09-28 21:27:07','2010-09-29 04:27:07','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(795,1,'2010-09-28 21:27:21','2010-09-29 04:27:21','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>A Tale of Two Bookstores</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\">http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</a> .</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-6','','','2010-09-28 21:27:21','2010-09-29 04:27:21','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(796,1,'2010-09-28 21:30:13','2010-09-29 04:30:13','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">A Tale of Two Bookstores</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Abracadabra!  </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</strong></a>.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-7','','','2010-09-28 21:30:13','2010-09-29 04:30:13','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(797,1,'2010-09-29 08:01:35','2010-09-29 15:01:35','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">A Tale of Two Bookstores</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\n\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\n\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</strong></a>.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-autosave','','','2010-09-29 08:01:35','2010-09-29 15:01:35','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(798,1,'2010-09-28 21:30:22','2010-09-29 04:30:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">A Tale of Two Bookstores</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Abracadabra!  </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</strong></a>.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-8','','','2010-09-28 21:30:22','2010-09-29 04:30:22','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(799,1,'2010-09-28 21:32:03','2010-09-29 04:32:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">A Tale of Two Bookstores</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</strong></a>.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-9','','','2010-09-28 21:32:03','2010-09-29 04:32:03','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(800,1,'2010-09-28 21:33:32','2010-09-29 04:33:32','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-789\" title=\"Peace Love Books\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/peacebooks-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to shop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That’s right.  You heard me.  I am a woman, and I hate to shop.  Loathe it.  Detest it, even! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There is one exception to my madness:  bookstores. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love to shop for books.  There are few things that entice me more than lollygagging for hours in a bookstore.  Preferably an independent one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About a week ago, I realized as I rushed in and out of my favorite indie bookstore that I hadn’t lollygagged around there for quite some time.  I could list for you the many reasons why, but excuses are not an excuse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We need to make room in our lives for lollygags.  Perhaps we even need to make it a national holiday.  I’ll look into that.  Have you ever noticed really obscure holidays on some calendars?  Someone has to dream those up and get them rolling!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Precisely because I had not lollygagged for quite some time (I adore that word so much that I think I shall use it 100 times throughout this post.  Teasing!), I decided that disappearing for the afternoon into <strong><a href=\"http://www.changinghands.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Changing Hands Bookstore</a></strong> was no longer an option.  It was a necessity. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>With a to-do list a mile-long and thousands of thoughts roaming around my overactive brain, I told life to take a hike and vanished into thin, bookishly-blissful air. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Changing Hands is one of my favorite places on earth not only because of their fantastic and eclectic selection of gifties and books, but also because of their <em>story</em>.  They are The Little Bookstore That Could. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">A Tale of Two Bookstores</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once upon a time, Changing Hands Books lived on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ.  Think local and well-loved bookstore in the heart of a college town.  Think people of all ages and stages frequenting this bookstore at all hours of the night and day for more than 20 years. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As in all picturesque, fairytale scenarios, The Big Bad Giant had to show up and spoil all the fun.  In this case, it was a bookstore giant that rhymes with “hoarders”.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Despite outrage and discontent from the little people, The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders tried to stomp on The Little Bookstore That Could.  But The Little Bookstore was too smart and too fast and too savvy for The Giant.  The Little Bookstore That Could did not waste time and stay for a duel.  Instead, it quietly packed up its belongings and chugga-chugged-chugged to a not-so-far-away-but-far-enough location safe from the Giant’s big and stinky feet. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The citizens were <em>pissed</em>, and since this was a college town where people were usually more idealistic and opinionated and fiery than most, people like Late Bloomer refused to buy as much as a cup of coffee from The Giant.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Giant That Rhymes with Hoarders starved to death.  The End. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>The Little Bookstore That Could:  The Sequel  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The idealistic citizens drove from far and wide to The Little Bookstore’s new digs.  This new location provided more room for all of The Little Bookstore’s fantastical things.  There was even space for a Prince Charming Bakery &amp; Coffeehouse next door!   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And so The Little Bookstore That Could flourished and lived happily ever after.  To this day, it remains one of the most beloved indie bookstores in our great nation.  The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Abracadabra!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Back to the disappearing act of Day 12.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you see why I am ga-ga over this place??? You, too, will fall head over heels when you visit.  Or, search for your own local bookstore Utopia at <a href=\"http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.indiebound.org/indie-store-finder</strong></a>.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Initially, I visualized myself lounging for hours in Changing Hands with book in one hand and coffee in the other.  However, I remembered that nothing says “Happy Birthday to You” like the 25% off everything that Changing Hands bestows on its customers during a birthday month visit.  With September nearly finished, I decided that shopping was no longer an option.  It was a necessity.  I mean, 25% off books and fantastical gifties?!  Be still, my heart! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Look at the treasures that I gathered for $128.78! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"changinghandsloot\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/chhandsloot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>4 birthday gifts for girlfriends and 4 accompanying cards, niece’s birthday present, niece’s Christmas present, 2 Halloween cards for niece and nephew, Breakup Survival Kit for girlfriend, 3 books for me, a mood calendar for me, and an inspirational giftie book for someone as the need arises. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To set me over the edge of giddiness, I also used my $25 gift certificate from my sissie (thanks, sis!) AND I received 12 stamps on my “blue card” which means I save $10 on my next purchase. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Peace, Love, Books.  You’re the best, Little Bookstore That Can! </p>','Day 12:  Disappearing Act ','','inherit','open','open','','744-revision-10','','','2010-09-28 21:33:32','2010-09-29 04:33:32','',744,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/744-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(801,1,'2010-09-28 21:40:36','2010-09-29 04:40:36','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-17','','','2010-09-28 21:40:36','2010-09-29 04:40:36','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P9270190.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(802,1,'2010-09-28 21:41:55','2010-09-29 04:41:55','','Ugh','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-18','','','2010-09-28 21:41:55','2010-09-29 04:41:55','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(803,1,'2010-09-28 21:15:09','2010-09-29 04:15:09','<p>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong>treasures that I found at Changing Hands</strong> the day before.  There was no page for crappy, so I settled on</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either \"Chipper\" or \"Wonky\".  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-10','','','2010-09-28 21:15:09','2010-09-29 04:15:09','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(804,1,'2010-09-28 21:44:09','2010-09-29 04:44:09','','wonk wonk','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-19','','','2010-09-28 21:44:09','2010-09-29 04:44:09','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(805,1,'2010-09-28 21:42:49','2010-09-29 04:42:49','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\n\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\n\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\n\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\n\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\n\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\n\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\n\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\n\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\n\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong>treasures that I found at Changing Hands</strong> the day before.  There was no page for crappy, so I settled on</p>\n\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\n\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\n\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\n\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\n\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either \"Chipper\" or \"Wonky\".  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\n\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\n\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-11','','','2010-09-28 21:42:49','2010-09-29 04:42:49','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(806,1,'2010-09-28 21:48:35','2010-09-29 04:48:35','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong>treasures that I found at Changing Hands</strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</strong></a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-12','','','2010-09-28 21:48:35','2010-09-29 04:48:35','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(807,1,'2010-09-28 21:52:03','2010-09-29 04:52:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong>treasures that I found at Changing Hands</strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</strong></a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-13','','','2010-09-28 21:52:03','2010-09-29 04:52:03','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/28/775-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(808,1,'2010-09-29 07:41:09','2010-09-29 14:41:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</strong></a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-14','','','2010-09-29 07:41:09','2010-09-29 14:41:09','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/775-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(809,1,'2010-09-29 07:41:13','2010-09-29 14:41:13','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</strong></a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning My Way Through Just Another Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-15','','','2010-09-29 07:41:13','2010-09-29 14:41:13','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/775-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(810,1,'2010-09-29 07:41:57','2010-09-29 14:41:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, they make you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r9To--8IVY</strong></a>  This version is for you, Carolyn. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 13:  Permagrinning Through a Manic Monday','','inherit','open','open','','775-revision-16','','','2010-09-29 07:41:57','2010-09-29 14:41:57','',775,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/775-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(811,1,'2010-09-29 07:43:00','2010-09-29 14:43:00','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\"></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-802\" title=\"Ugh\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am not on a teacher\'s budget anymore.  I need to get over my hatred of shopping.  Oh, happy and facetious day.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Worst of all, I was dealing with painful news regarding a loved one.  I wanted to hide in my nest and cry my eyes out, but I had to work along with the rest of the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Wouldn\'t you know it.  My day 13 activity was something I had read in a book somwhere:  Smile at everyone who crosses your path today. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, great. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into work trying to smile at everyone as I calculated how late I would have to stay this afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate counter. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on 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sometimes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a result, my scalp was itching like crazy and what kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/rushed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>Generally, I am less than thrilled with Monday mornings.  I am not a morning person, and Monday mornings are the worst.  Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This past Monday, I was in a mood most foul.  Oh, yes.  It was a mood of Shakespearean proportions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Monday started with a pounding headache.  This accompanied the massive stomach ache that haunted me since Sunday afternoon.  Oh, joy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>During my morning espresso ritual, it sounded as though my espresso machine was on the brink of an explosion.  Oh, start saving a few hundred bucks now. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I changed outfits three times and declared a state of fashion emergency.  It is not o.k. to wear dresses that are ten years old.  I am 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kind of hair artist puts sulfates in his shampoos in 2010, I asked her???  Everyone in the hair industry knows by now that sulfates are bad news!!!  She looked at me funny and I think I may have frowned a little.  Oh, hell. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, when I ordered a  slice of pumpkin bread at the Nordstrom cafe, the thoughtful man at the counter offered to cut me a fresh slice.  This made me smile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Walking past the MAC cosmetics counter, I had to hide my fullblown laughter upon seeing a makeover victim that looked like a cross between a hooker and a clown.  One of my \"365 days\" ideas was to get a makover at the MAC counter.  Note to self:  Find an alternate cosmetics counter for makeover day.  (If you have any ideas for me, please comment below.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After lunch, I was on a roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured 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to stay that afternoon to make up for my later than usual morning arrival. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I put out my new mood calendar on my desk -- one of my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/day-12-disappearing-act/\" target=\"_blank\">treasures that I found at Changing Hands</a></strong> the day before.  There was no page for Crappy, so I settled on Rushed.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I tried to remember to smile my way through the office, but I think I achieved around a 75% success rate.  I started to stress out about forgetting to smile 25% of the time, and what a failure of a blog post this would turn out to be.  I excel at torturing mysel sometimes. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I ran out at lunch for a hair product return, and I think that I forgot to smile at the saleswoman because I was explaining to her that the shampoo contains sulfates and I didn\'t know this when I purchased it and as a 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(aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, a smile makes you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)  Try it for a day, and then please share your experience</p>\n\n<p><br 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roll with the permagrin.  My friend, Colleen (aka Cooleenie and featured alongside kitty in Day 11\'s photo), noted the change.  She waltzed on over to my mood calendar and suggested I flip it to either Chipper or Wonky.  Chipper was a stretch, so I settled on Wonky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"wonk wonk\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/wonky-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Overall, the permagrin definitely helped in lifting my mood.  Some days the smiles come naturally, and some days they are a conscious choice.  Either way, a smile makes you and those who cross your path just a little bit cheerier. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Who would like to take up the Permagrin for a Day Challenge?  :-)  Try it for a day, and then please 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class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As God is my witness, I will never drink bad coffee again!</p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-4','','','2010-09-29 17:50:36','2010-09-30 00:50:36','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(830,1,'2010-09-29 17:56:08','2010-09-30 00:56:08','<p>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another 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class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As God is my witness, I will never drink bad coffee again!</p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-5','','','2010-09-29 17:51:19','2010-09-30 00:51:19','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(832,1,'2010-09-29 18:04:20','2010-09-30 01:04:20','<p>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was 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espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As God is my witness, I will never drink bad coffee again!</p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-7','','','2010-09-29 18:04:13','2010-09-30 01:04:13','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(833,1,'2010-09-29 18:11:16','2010-09-30 01:11:16','<p>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be 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but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped about a teaspoon and stirred well. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As God is my witness, I will never drink bad coffee again!</p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-9','','','2010-09-29 18:11:16','2010-09-30 01:11:16','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(834,1,'2010-09-29 19:41:23','2010-09-30 02:41:23','','mexmocha','','inherit','open','open','','mexmocha','','','2010-09-29 19:41:23','2010-09-30 02:41:23','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(835,1,'2010-09-29 19:31:01','2010-09-30 02:31:01','<p>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And for your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-10','','','2010-09-29 19:31:01','2010-09-30 02:31:01','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(838,1,'2010-09-29 19:44:16','2010-09-30 02:44:16','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-13','','','2010-09-29 19:44:16','2010-09-30 02:44:16','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(837,1,'2010-09-29 19:42:50','2010-09-30 02:42:50','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And for your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-12','','','2010-09-29 19:42:50','2010-09-30 02:42:50','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(836,1,'2010-09-29 19:42:22','2010-09-30 02:42:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And for your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-11','','','2010-09-29 19:42:22','2010-09-30 02:42:22','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(839,1,'2010-09-29 19:47:05','2010-09-30 02:47:05','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-14','','','2010-09-29 19:47:05','2010-09-30 02:47:05','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(842,1,'2010-09-29 19:53:57','2010-09-30 02:53:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-17','','','2010-09-29 19:53:57','2010-09-30 02:53:57','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(840,1,'2010-09-29 19:49:14','2010-09-30 02:49:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-15','','','2010-09-29 19:49:14','2010-09-30 02:49:14','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(841,1,'2010-09-29 19:49:23','2010-09-30 02:49:23','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on  my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This addition sort of worked as well.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes,  what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-16','','','2010-09-29 19:49:23','2010-09-30 02:49:23','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(843,1,'2010-09-29 19:54:03','2010-09-30 02:54:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in cologne when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-18','','','2010-09-29 19:54:03','2010-09-30 02:54:03','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(844,1,'2010-09-29 19:55:08','2010-09-30 02:55:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-19','','','2010-09-29 19:55:08','2010-09-30 02:55:08','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(845,1,'2010-09-29 19:55:10','2010-09-30 02:55:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-20','','','2010-09-29 19:55:10','2010-09-30 02:55:10','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(848,1,'2010-09-29 19:56:28','2010-09-30 02:56:28','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-22','','','2010-09-29 19:56:28','2010-09-30 02:56:28','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(846,1,'2010-09-29 19:56:22','2010-09-30 02:56:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-21','','','2010-09-29 19:56:22','2010-09-30 02:56:22','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(847,1,'2010-09-29 19:56:22','2010-09-30 02:56:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-revision-21','','','2010-09-29 19:56:22','2010-09-30 02:56:22','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(849,1,'2010-09-29 20:00:10','2010-09-30 03:00:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut\'s version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn\'t usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy.  This time, no backups in the pantry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffeehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and chocolate to your life. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For your culinary pleasure, <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/mexican-mocha-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>click here for a REAL Mexican Mocha recipe</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And if you want to get super toasty while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this 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while savoring your Mexican Mocha, <strong><a href=\"http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkrq14461.html\" target=\"_blank\">check out this recipe</a></strong>. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 14:  When Life Throws You a Bad Bean...','','inherit','open','open','','781-autosave','','','2010-09-30 18:18:50','2010-10-01 01:18:50','',781,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/781-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(851,1,'2010-09-29 20:00:31','2010-09-30 03:00:31','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisa_catlover/2803180314/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-834\" title=\"mexmocha\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mexmocha-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br 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/></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Duh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But...I didn\'t have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was already at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent \"rut\".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn\'t like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perhaps not the fine wine of espressos.  I would say more like wine in a box.  And I\'m being kind. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I noted the time.  I wouldn\'t be able to run into a coffeehouse on the way to work.  I put on my culinary thinking cap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cooleenie and I loooovvve a sprinkling of cinnamon on top our lattes.  I dumped in about a teaspoon and stirred well.  It sort of worked.  Kind of like dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  The cinnamon masked the disgustingness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived at work, I had another ingenious idea.  I snagged one of the freebie hot chocolate packets in our kitchen and added about half to the latte.  Voila!  A Mexican Mocha! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Again, the hot cocoa sort of worked.  Kind of like washing your armpits with a wet washcloth AND dousing yourself in perfume when you have B.O.  It\'s always better to take a shower, but if you only have five minutes, what are you supposed to do? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So the moral of this story, girls and 3 boys who read this blog, is when life throws you a rotten bean, whip up a Mexican Mocha.  You can never go wrong by adding a sprinkling of spice and 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23:50:13','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/29/826-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(853,1,'2010-09-30 14:38:33','2010-09-30 21:38:33','','Flashback Friday: Day15:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-3','','','2010-09-30 14:38:33','2010-09-30 21:38:33','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(854,1,'2010-09-30 19:33:41','2010-10-01 02:33:41','<p>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time.  I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave</em> my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way  smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to get on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in the need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and focusing on</p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-4','','','2010-09-30 19:33:41','2010-10-01 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I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in the need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-5','','','2010-09-30 19:34:13','2010-10-01 02:34:13','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(856,1,'2010-09-30 20:05:23','2010-10-01 03:05:23','','Little Worlds (Bubbles)','','inherit','open','open','','little-worlds-bubbles','','','2010-09-30 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I couldn\'t wait to get on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in the need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-6','','','2010-09-30 19:35:33','2010-10-01 02:35:33','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(859,1,'2010-09-30 20:09:57','2010-10-01 03:09:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/50367241/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-856\" title=\"Little Worlds (Bubbles)\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Little-Worlds-Bubbles-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave </em>my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to take a load off on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in the need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-8','','','2010-09-30 20:09:57','2010-10-01 03:09:57','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(858,1,'2010-09-30 20:07:08','2010-10-01 03:07:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/50367241/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-856\" title=\"Little Worlds (Bubbles)\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Little-Worlds-Bubbles-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave </em>my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to take a load off on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in the need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-7','','','2010-09-30 20:07:08','2010-10-01 03:07:08','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(860,1,'2010-09-30 20:12:02','2010-10-01 03:12:02','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/50367241/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-856\" title=\"Little Worlds (Bubbles)\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Little-Worlds-Bubbles-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave </em>my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to take a load off on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-9','','','2010-09-30 20:12:02','2010-10-01 03:12:02','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(861,1,'2010-09-30 20:25:51','2010-10-01 03:25:51','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/50367241/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-856\" title=\"Little Worlds (Bubbles)\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Little-Worlds-Bubbles-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave </em>my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to take a load off on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>','Day 15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-autosave','','','2010-09-30 20:25:51','2010-10-01 03:25:51','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(862,1,'2010-09-30 20:12:58','2010-10-01 03:12:58','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/50367241/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-856\" title=\"Little Worlds (Bubbles)\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Little-Worlds-Bubbles-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>When was the last time you blew bubbles?  If you have small kids, then probably fairly recently.  If not, then it\'s time. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I give you permission to head on over to your local Walgreens to spend a whopping 79 cents on Super Miracle Bubbles!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I saved my Bubble Blowing block of time for the end of the day.  I pictured myself escaping to the back patio to relax and blow my troubles away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I wrapped up my daily activities and responsibilities, I started to <em>crave </em>my upcoming dance with nostalgia.  When I was talking to my friend, Lisa, on the phone while unloading the dishwasher (I am a notorious phone multi-tasker), I joked that I felt the way smokers must feel.  I couldn\'t wait to take a load off on that patio and <em>unwind</em>.  I needed a bubble fix, and I needed it bad. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And let me tell you, my friends, if you are in need of the smallest of miracle cures, then Super Miracle Bubbles to the rescue!  I spent most of that day weeping for my very sick grandfather, but each bubble that floated away seemed to carry a tiny bit of sadness with it.  It\'s practically impossible to be anything but fully present and in the moment while breathing deeply and watching magic unfold before your eyes. </p>','Day15:  Flashback Friday:  Blowing Bubbles','','inherit','open','open','','826-revision-10','','','2010-09-30 20:12:58','2010-10-01 03:12:58','',826,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/30/826-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(863,1,'2010-10-02 13:35:05','2010-10-02 20:35:05','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_882\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"An Allergy Attack Waiting to Happen\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/herbalsteam.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-882 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/herbalsteam-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am convinced that I might be the only weirdo on this planet who freaks out over a facial. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Facials are supposed to be relaxing.  Soothing. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For me, they make me break out into hypochondria and zits.  Let me explain. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Prior to day 16, I had experienced one facial in my lifetime.  It turned my skin into that of a pimply 16 year-old.  On top of the mini-volcanoes on my face, I suffered an itchy-red-flaky allergic reaction.  Needless to say, I have not been enticed to try another facial. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until my moment of Insanity on Day 16. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I rummaged through a drawer in my master bath, I came across a bag of \"Facial Steam Herbs\".  I calculated that I received these for my birthday 4 YEARS AGO and set them aside for a \"rainy day\".  Now that I think of it, I may have told myself \"rainy day\", but my subconscious may have told myself \"post-traumatic facial stress\".  I will consult with a therapist and get back to you on this. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Being my grandmother\'s daughter, I wasn\'t about to throw away perfectly good Facial Steam Herbs.  And besides, they were too old to re-gift. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 16 Facial Steam it was!  This couldn\'t be so bad: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>It was free.  </li>\r\n	<li>I wasn\'t applying any product to my skin as was done in the Facial from Hell.  </li>\r\n	<li>Herbs are good for you.  </li>\r\n	<li>I needed to chill out.</li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I heated up a large pot of water on the stove.  I then put half of the bag of Facial Steam Herbs into the pot and set it up at my kitchen table.  I slung a towel over my head in tent-like fashion.  And I have no problem saying that I inhaled. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The herbs smelled every bit of 4 years old.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then the real fun began.  Allow me to share with you the neurotic self-talk of a woman coping with \"post-traumatic facial stress\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>\"What\'s in this stuff?  It reeks!  Could it be the 4 year-old rose petals?\"</li>\r\n	<li>\"Wait a minute.  I think I might be allergic to roses!\"</li>\r\n	<li>\"Great.  We\'re all dying from ragweed allergies out here in the Allergy Capital of the World, and now I\'m snorting weed steam.  Brilliant idea.\"</li>\r\n	<li>\"Did I feel that pressure in my sinuses before I started this???\"</li>\r\n	<li>\"Is this going to make me break out right in time for my girls\' weekend in Snobbsdale???  There\'s nothing worse than lounging poolside with zits.\"</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\"Would I even think of these things if I hadn\'t just started my period???\"</span></li>\r\n	<li>\"Crap.\"</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I started to get nauseated from the smell, I finally threw in the towel and called it a night. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To calm my hormonally-induced anxiety, I decided to play it safe and pop a Benadryl.  This would combat any allergic reaction and make me sleep like a baby all in one fell swoop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Everything turned out to be just fine.  Whew!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I apologize to the 3 token male readers who are embarrassed, aghast and don\'t get this post at all while 99% of the female readership nod their heads in agreement as though this all makes perfect sense.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 16:  Facial Frenzy','','publish','open','open','','day-16-facial-frenzy','','','2010-10-02 15:03:28','2010-10-02 22:03:28','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=863',0,'post','',2),(864,1,'2010-10-02 11:15:51','2010-10-02 18:15:51','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','863-revision','','','2010-10-02 11:15:51','2010-10-02 18:15:51','',863,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/02/863-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(865,1,'2010-10-03 01:11:15','2010-10-03 08:11:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/chicagokatie/303297791/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-891\" title=\"baby feet\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/baby-feet-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>I am a wee bit intimidated by infants.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am used to being around kids 2½ and up.  Back in the day when I was in the classroom, I was known as the second coming of Mary Poppins.  Give me a rowdy group of preschoolers, and I can lead them blindfolded and with my hands behind my back.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But an infant?  They are so fragile.  I gracefully decline holding them and simply coo from afar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This worked out just fine until Day 17.  One of my posse gave birth a week ago.  This is significant because no one in the posse has given birth since we\'ve all been together.  (Going on almost ten years!)  I asked Whitney, aka Whitters, to kindly give birth on my birthday, but nature dictated \"no\" and delivered baby Michael one week later. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It was time for the 1st Baby Worshipping Visitation.  I tried to coordinate with Cooleenie so that I could stick to my comfortable coo from afar tactic, but Cooleenie is a professional chaueffer to two teenage kids which makes for a complicated schedule. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I trekked out for the 1st Baby Worshipping Visitation all by lonesome. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I arrived, baby Michael was asleep in his bassinet.  I was stunned at how beautiful this 1 week-old baby was since most babies at this stage look like aliens.  Come on, you know it\'s true!  But not baby Michael.  Nope.  Simply beautiful, I tell you.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I genuinely cooed from afar and then plopped down on the sofa with Whitters to get the gory details of childbirth.  Whitters had nothing to report but sunshine and lollipops because this is the story of Whitter\'s life.  She is like Cinderella with the birds and mice trailing behind her as they sing upbeat songs.  And she\'s just as sweet and kind as Cinderella, so you can\'t even get the slightest bit annoyed at her. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho -- get this -- Whitters felt only mild cramping and then pushed for ten minutes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to warn you.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Trust me, sunshine and lollipops could not happen to a better person. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Throughout our conversation, baby Michael slept and slept and slept as Whitters and Prince Charming Chad (yep, he\'s perfect, too) told me how Michael awakes every hour and a half to eat.  Of course, Whitters looked gorgeous and as though she had not lost ten minutes of sleep.  At the two hour mark, I was obviously a sedative for baby Michael. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I started to wrap up the Baby Worshipping Visitation, I thought my coo from afar streak continued until...Chad offered to wake him up so that I could hold him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What makes this doubly interesting is that Whitters used to be the same way as me!  Ha!  Now she had no choice, and neither did I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Chad ignored my drivel about feeling nervous and told me there was nothing to worry about while he gently cradled baby Michael in my lap. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s when I completely melted. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sunshine and lollipops. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 17:  Baby Love','','publish','open','open','','day-17-baby-love','','','2010-10-02 14:54:50','2010-10-02 21:54:50','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=865',0,'post','',4),(866,1,'2010-10-02 11:16:36','2010-10-02 18:16:36','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','865-revision','','','2010-10-02 11:16:36','2010-10-02 18:16:36','',865,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/02/865-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(868,1,'2010-10-04 01:11:08','2010-10-04 08:11:08','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_911\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"My Posse\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/staycay2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-911 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/staycay2010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n<p><strong>Bad News:</strong>  Saturday\'s stay in a Haunted Hotel cancelled.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Good News:</strong></span>  I was free to attend <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?s=surprise\" target=\"_blank\">Lori\'s 40th Birthday Staycation</a> </strong>for 7 of us girls after all.  On Saturday night, we stayed overnight in Snobbsdale at the Scottsdale Resort and Conference Center which was perfectly unsnobby.  No bed bugs either!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Good News Part Deux: </strong></span> Haunted Hotel rescheduled for November. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>News Flash: </strong></span> Everything always works out as it should. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff99cc;\">10 Reasons Why You Need an Overnight with the Girls</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>10.  All girls need periodic slumber parties, whether they\'re 16, 25, 30s, 40s, 50s and beyond.  It\'s good for the soul.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>9.  If you are in your 30s, 40s, 50s and beyond, you will feel 16 again.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>8.  You can play games into the wee hours of the night and laugh like crazy.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>7.  You can eat as much junk food and candy as you want, and no one cares. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>6.  You can listen to music all night and sing and dance and laugh like crazy. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>5.  You can crank call each other\'s rooms at 1:30 in the morning. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>4.  Breakfast at the greasy spoon down the street is logical.  Especially after margaritas from the night before. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>3.  Lounging poolside the next day is mandatory.  (Poolside Palm Reading optional.  See tomorrow\'s post for details.)</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>2.  No one thinks you\'re crazy for suggesting \"Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board\" or \"Bloody Mary\" at midnight. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>1.  You can jump on the beds and...yep...laugh like crazy.   </p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/bedjump.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-914\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/bedjump-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n','Day 18:  10 Reasons Why You Need a Girls Weekend Pronto','','publish','open','open','','day-18-10-reasons-why-you-need-a-girls-weekend-pronto','','','2010-10-03 20:29:11','2010-10-04 03:29:11','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=868',0,'post','',2),(869,1,'2010-10-02 11:17:11','2010-10-02 18:17:11','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','868-revision','','','2010-10-02 11:17:11','2010-10-02 18:17:11','',868,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/02/868-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(870,1,'2010-10-05 01:11:45','2010-10-05 08:11:45','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/poolpalm.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-937\" title=\"poolpalm\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/poolpalm.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"220\" height=\"255\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My mother, bless her heart, stuffs my stocking each Christmas with a vast array of eclectic paraphernalia. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Last year, I received a mini Palm Reading Kit.  I placed it on the game shelf in the hall closet for who-knew-when. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I packed decks of cards for our <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/04/day-18-10-reasons-why-you-need-a-girls-weekend-pronto/\" target=\"_blank\">Girls Weekend</a></strong>, I came across the mini Palm Reading Kit (that I forgot existed) and threw it in the bag for Poolside Palm Readings at the resort.  My posse has come to expect this kind of kookiness from me.  I think they find it endearingly entertaining. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Sunday, we headed down to the pool for an afternoon of sunshine, relaxation, and Hocus Pocus.  Fun times! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">My victims:</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dawn aka Sister Dawn Catherine</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Katie aka Katie Ann (spoken like “CAROL ANN!!!” in <em>Poltergeist</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lori aka poo poo gang symbol (<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?s=surprise%21\" target=\"_blank\">recall Kindergarten bonding story</a></strong>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Myself aka Madame Michelle, Palm Reader to the up and coming stars</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Our Fate </span>(determined by an impulse buy/ideal stocking stuffer <em><a href=\"http://www.amazon.com/Palm-Reading-Complete-Palmistry-READING/dp/B002M541KQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1286253160&amp;sr=8-1\" target=\"_blank\">mini Palm Reading kit</a></em>):</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\">Sister Dawn Catherine:</span> </span> </strong>An argumentative, impatient little hussy.  Who never acts in haste.  (Contradictory, mini kit.  Contradictory indeed.  And “patience of a saint” comes to mind instead.  I’m just sayin’.)  Believes that dreams do come true.  (This is why she’s my friend.)  A hard worker with great endurance.  A follower.  Sunny disposition and generous to a fault.  (She’s the definition of sunny.)   Short attention span.  (She teaches 2<sup>nd</sup> graders, so maybe they have worn off on her.)  Craves constant ego reinforcement from friends, family, and lovers.  (Bart, husband of Sister Dawn Catherine, is this true???) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ffcc00;\">Katie Ann: </span> </strong>Gains emotional satisfaction from being orderly, careful, useful and productive.  (She is mildly OCD in her organizational habits, now that I think of it.)  Rarely acts in haste or anger.  (I’ve never seen her mad, and I’ve known her for nearly 10 years.)  An individualist.  Self-expression is important.  Dreamer.  (Of course!  She’s one of my peeps!)  Another sunny blonde.  (Gotta love them.)  Overly idealistic.  Dealing with harsh realities is difficult.  (I feel your pain, soul sister!)  <em>Potential </em>money loss in your middle years.  (Katie Ann obsessed about this one for hours.  I kept reminding her that this was mini kit Hocus Pocus and not for reals.)  Fickle with many lovers.  (Biatch.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Poo Poo Gang Sistah:</span>  </strong>Often puts others first.  (Yep.  Another public servant/teacher.)  Persistent and single-minded.  (She just finished 12 weeks of <strong><a href=\"http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/p90x-ad-ms4.do?gclid=CMLoorTuuqQCFQsCbAodCH3pzw&amp;code=SEMB_GOOGLE_P90X_CONTENT&amp;extcmp=12815669443&amp;ef_id=1908:3:c_f62bdca5e27cd1fb6c88da1b6913f82d_3894885823:TKqmNAqoEGMAABVyO2EAABlK:20101005041444\" target=\"_blank\">P90x</a></strong>.  Uh-huh.) Great physical strength and endurance.  (We just established that.)  Another dreamer type.  (A prerequisite if you want to join my posse, so it seems.)  Vain.  (Hardly, mini kit.  Hardly.)  Sunny and generous.  (She was the Hostess with the Mostess for this girls weekend.)  Curious and inventive.  (Science teacher.)  Another fickle broad.  (You better behave or else, Rob!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #339966;\">Madame Michelle:</span>  </strong>Almost too compassionate because of a need for love.  (Yikes!  Katie Ann had this, too!)  A dreamer who gets mired in fantasies.  (Ya think?)  Individualist who tests her own limits.  Always seeks new ways to do things.  (Read <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 Days or Bust</a> </strong>and tell me if you agree.)   Worry wart.  (Eeeekkk!!!  Gulp.)  More than one career interest.  Mentally hyperactive.  (Does this mean I think too much?  Should I be worried?!?!.)  Fickle wench.  (Apparently another theme amongst the posse.)  Cautious about love.  (Crap.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there you have it.  Truth or crock-a-doodle-doo?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To be determined…</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you would like a Palm Reading with Madame Michelle, please comment below.  Madame Michelle will ask you a few questions about your fingers, nails, and lines on your hands.  She will then consult her handy mini Palm Reading Kit, and determine your future. </p>','Day 19:  Poolside Palm Reading','','publish','open','open','','day-19-poolside-palm-reading','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/04/day-18-10-reasons-why-you-need-a-girls-weekend-pronto/','2010-10-04 21:38:10','2010-10-05 04:38:10','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=870',0,'post','',13),(871,1,'2010-10-02 11:17:33','2010-10-02 18:17:33','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','870-revision','','','2010-10-02 11:17:33','2010-10-02 18:17:33','',870,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/02/870-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(872,1,'2010-10-02 11:58:15','2010-10-02 18:58:15','<p>I am convinced that I might be the only weirdo on this planet who freaks out over a facial. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Facials are supposed to be relaxing.  Soothing. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For me, they make me break out into hypochondria and zits.  Let me explain. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Prior to day 16, I had experienced one facial in my lifetime.  It turned my skin into that of a pimply 16 year-old.  On top of the mini-volcanoes on my skin, I suffered an itchy-red-flaky allergic reaction.  Needless to say, I have not been enticed to try another facial. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until my moment of Insanity on Day 16. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I rummaged through a drawer in my master bath, I came across a bag of \"Facial Steam Herbs\".  I calculated that I received these for my birthday 4 YEARS AGO and set them aside for a \"rainy day\".  Now that I think of it, I may have told myself \"rainy day\", but my subconscious may have told myself \"post-traumatic facial stress\".  I will consult with a therapist and get back to you on this. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Being my grandmother\'s daughter, I wasn\'t about to throw away perfectly good Facial Steam Herbs.  And besides, they were too old to re-gift. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Day 16 Facial Steam it was!  This couldn\'t be so bad: </p>\n\n<ol>\n	<li>It was free.  </li>\n	<li>I wasn\'t applying any product to skin as was done in the Facial from Hell.  </li>\n	<li>Herbs are good for you.  </li>\n	<li>I needed to chill out.</li>\n</ol>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I heated up a large pot of water on the stove.  I then put half of the bag of Facial Steam Herbs into the pot and set it up at my kitchen table.  I slung a towel over my head in tent-like fashion.  And I have no problem saying that I inhaled. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The herbs smelled 4 years old.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And the real fun began.  Allow me to share with you the neurotic self-talk of a woman coping with \"post-traumatic facial stress\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"What\'s in this stuff?  It reaks!  Could it be the 4 year-old rose petals?\"</p>\n\n<p>\"Wait a minute.  I think I might be allergic to roses!\"</p>\n\n<p>\"Great.  We\'re all dying from ragweed allergies out here in the Allergy Capital of the World, and now I\'m snorting weed steam.  Brilliant idea.\"</p>\n\n<p>\"Did I feel that pressure in my sinuses before I started this???\"</p>\n\n<p>\"Is this going to break me out for my girls\' weekend in Snobbsdale???  There\'s nothing worse than being poolside with zits.\"</p>\n\n<p>\"Would I be even thinking of these things if I hadn\'t just started my period???  He</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 16:  Facial Frenzy','','inherit','open','open','','863-revision-2','','','2010-10-02 11:58:15','2010-10-02 18:58:15','',863,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/02/863-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(873,1,'2010-10-02 11:59:15','2010-10-02 18:59:15','<p>I am convinced that I might be the only weirdo on this planet who freaks out over a facial. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Facials are supposed to be relaxing.  Soothing. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For me, they make me break out into hypochondria and zits.  Let me explain. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Prior to day 16, I had experienced one facial in my lifetime.  It turned my skin into that of a pimply 16 year-old.  On top of the mini-volcanoes on my skin, I suffered an itchy-red-flaky allergic reaction.  Needless to say, I have not been enticed to try another facial. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until my moment of Insanity on Day 16. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I rummaged through a drawer in my master bath, I came across a bag of \"Facial Steam Herbs\".  I calculated that I received these for my birthday 4 YEARS AGO and set them aside for a \"rainy day\".  Now that I think of it, I may have told myself \"rainy day\", but my subconscious may have told myself \"post-traumatic facial stress\".  I will consult with a therapist and get back to you on this. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Being my grandmother\'s daughter, I wasn\'t about to throw away perfectly good Facial Steam Herbs.  And besides, they were too old to re-gift. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Day 16 Facial Steam it was!  This couldn\'t be so bad: </p>\n\n<ol>\n	<li>It was free.  </li>\n	<li>I wasn\'t applying any product to skin as was done in the Facial from Hell.  </li>\n	<li>Herbs are good for you.  </li>\n	<li>I needed to chill out.</li>\n</ol>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I heated up a large pot of water on the stove.  I then put half of the bag of Facial Steam Herbs into the pot and set it up at my kitchen table.  I slung a towel over my head in tent-like fashion.  And I have no problem saying that I inhaled. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The herbs smelled 4 years old.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And the real fun began.  Allow me to share with you the neurotic self-talk of a woman coping with \"post-traumatic facial stress\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>\"What\'s in this stuff?  It reaks!  Could it be the 4 year-old rose petals?\"</li>\n	<li>\"Wait a minute.  I think I might be allergic to roses!\"</li>\n	<li>\"Great.  We\'re all dying from ragweed allergies out here in the Allergy Capital of the World, and now I\'m snorting weed steam.  Brilliant idea.\"</li>\n	<li>\"Did I feel that pressure in my sinuses before I started this???\"</li>\n	<li>\"Is this going to break me out for my girls\' weekend in Snobbsdale???  There\'s nothing worse than being poolside with zits.\"</li>\n	<li>\"Would I be even thinking of these things if I hadn\'t just started my period???\"</li>\n	<li>\"Crap.\"</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br 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