<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 21:47:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>:: the BoydBunch ::</title><description></description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-3394941986913403901</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T15:47:59.923-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>annabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>andy posts</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny</category><title>I ... Stink?</title><description>Annabelle, Neen and I were smelling each others hair today.  Annabelle had taken a bath with Neen and helped wash her hair. Anna smelled my hair and said "it stinks!" I asked what I should do about and she said, "go to the trash can.  Get in the trash can Daddy!"   Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-3394941986913403901?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/03/annabelle-neen-and-i-were-smelling-each.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andre)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-5326992892439320206</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T13:53:28.182-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Annabelle was sitting across from me at lunch and she just said, &amp;quot;Mommy, you look so cute.&amp;quot;  Best compliment ever.  &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-5326992892439320206?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/annabelle-was-sitting-across-from-me-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-1728170440161869510</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-21T18:46:44.655-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Knowledge eliminates fear. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-1728170440161869510?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/knowledge-eliminates-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-3319548668451607574</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T22:52:26.221-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>". . . resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our estimation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. Collins, Chapter 20, "Pride and Prejudice"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-3319548668451607574?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-138215516381261648</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T20:54:57.155-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>things that should be embarrassing but aren't</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>singing and dancing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happy music</category><title>Songs That Make You...</title><description>Dance and sing in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few, but for some reason Carly Simon's "You're So Vain," makes me laugh and giddy and feel like dancing and singing.  I did it yesterday when I heard the song in Walgreen's with Annabelle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQZmCJUSC6g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQZmCJUSC6g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people in your life could this chorus describe?  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you &lt;br /&gt;You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you &lt;br /&gt;Don't you? Don't You? &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel the same way about David Lee Roth's "Yankee Rose."  It just makes me want to go back to gymnastics or cheer at that pep rally.  LOL.  Reminds me of good times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What songs make you want to sing and dance in public?  (Whether you actually do it is irrelevant.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-138215516381261648?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/songs-that-make-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-9191359978366566262</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T19:41:21.781-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>annabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happy birthday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happy music</category><title>Annabelle Recommends...</title><description>Today as we were driving this song came on and Anna said, "I like this song -- who sings this song?"  It was funny.  She's in question mode 24/7.   Anyway, here's her cute recommendation:  "Fireflies" by Owl City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjY_E06J5Z0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjY_E06J5Z0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample lyric (I approve of the whimsical quality here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they tried to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sock hop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, happy birthday to Gavin and to my friend Ray -- a Valentine's Day baby.  Also to sis-in-law, Cathy (missed by a few days -- I'm not back in the blogging groove) and other sis-in-law, Leigh Ayn (early by a few).   Then there's Cari.  A good friend from college whom I don't see much anymore.  Still think of her on her birthday though and wish her well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-9191359978366566262?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/annabelle-recommends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-3745690573993165641</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T23:55:17.241-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weight loss</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>it's just a game</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ilya kovalchuk</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thrashers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moscow</category><title>Mama Said There'd Be Days Like These</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v71FqkDMV1c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v71FqkDMV1c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic little clip isn't it?  I love it.  It's ridiculous and pathetic and hilarious all rolled into one.  It's kind of how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetlag is almost overcome I think.  I lost more than 15 pounds on the Moscow trip.  Once I got rehydrated it was about 11.  Still damn!  Moscow Diet anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They traded Kovalchuk a few days after I got home, adding to an already inexplicably morose household.  I am sure jetlag was a major part of it.  The worst is that I didn't see this coming.  Hossa, I knew would fly, but Ilya.  I believed when he said he wanted to stay in Atlanta.  Very sad.  But there are sadder things in the world, I realize.  No really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a weird transition back.  All my dreams are still in Moscow.  The weird and wonderful and weirder still place.  I hope to return again sooner rather than later.  What a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are in &lt;A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geneen/sets/72157623145418311/" TARGET="new"&gt;my photo album&lt;/A&gt;.  Please check them out and, if you feel so inclined, comment.  &lt;A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geneen/sets/72157623145418311/" TARGET="new"&gt;Click for pix&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus endeth a very desultory post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-3745690573993165641?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/02/mama-said-thered-be-days-like-these.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-1023271858346151778</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-29T02:18:39.286-06:00</atom:updated><title>Journey's End</title><description>In some ways I feel like I've just gotten to Moscow.  In other ways, I feel like I've been here forever.  It's weird.  And maybe a lack of sleep -- we've had no downtime whatsoever.  We've had such an amazing variety of experiences -- some good, some not so good.  Maybe that's just life?  I'm sad my journey will soon be over.  Mom often says, "we may not pass this way again."  It's so very true in life, but it's also hard sometimes to live in the moment like you want to -- not look ahead to joyful reunions with people you missed back home or look back and think about how you could have seen and done more.  Just be.  Be in that time and place and forget (almost) everything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.  I've been homesick everyday for my precious ones.  It's been hard here.  Hard without them.  I feel I will have come away with a lot as a person, but Andy and Annabelle are my everything.  The experience is not the same.  Perhaps means less in some ways without them there to share it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4313495194_a7a52ca940.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Matryoshka Museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-1023271858346151778?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/01/journeys-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-6135316680391326717</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-05T14:52:51.097-06:00</atom:updated><title>Annabelle Recommends...</title><description>&amp;quot;The Great Beyond&amp;quot; by REM.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I like this song,&amp;quot; she enthuses. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-6135316680391326717?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2010/01/annabelle-recommends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-5183394954480472237</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T22:29:05.759-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>quotations</category><title>Do it Anyway</title><description>I love this...  this is my New Year's Resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, &lt;br /&gt;And self-centered; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you &lt;br /&gt;Of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some&lt;br /&gt;False friends and some true enemies; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank; &lt;br /&gt;People may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building,&lt;br /&gt;someone could destroy overnight; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;they may be jealous; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, &lt;br /&gt;people will often forget tomorrow; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, &lt;br /&gt;and it may never be enough; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis &lt;br /&gt;it is between you and God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Attributed to Mother Theresa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-5183394954480472237?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/do-it-anyway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-6616230875055874298</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T11:45:27.830-06:00</atom:updated><title>Ferris wheel</title><description>Annabelle saw the ferris wheel in downtown Houston and said &amp;quot;open up fennis wheel&amp;quot;.  She calls a ferris wheel a fennis wheel.  It is so cute!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-6616230875055874298?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/ferris-wheel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andre)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-87384488981712169</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T17:49:11.785-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sponge Bob</title><description>Annabelle got a Sponge Bob candy dispenser for Christmas which had candy in his santa hat.  Annabelle flipped up his hat and asked &amp;quot;Sponge Bob, do you have candy in your brain?&amp;quot; It was hilarious and precious.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-87384488981712169?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/sponge-bob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andre)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-5360338206122748296</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 08:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T03:04:02.313-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sarah</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life in general</category><title>Sarah's Back!</title><description>We got Sarah back.  Someone in the neighborhood found her.  We are so relieved.  I cried like a baby when Andy told me someone called and he was going to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle kept asking me where Sarah was, and I told her "she's on a journey."  When she asked when she'd be back, I told her, "cat business sometimes takes a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it only took five days for Sarah to complete her "cat business" (and for us to find her).  We feel a prayer was answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story.  When Annabelle saw Sarah she said -- very matter-of-factly -- "You're back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these things don't register as hard on a toddler.  Andy and I were so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Annabelle patted Sarah and said, "we got a net to catch you ... it's outside!"  (The "net" she was referring to is actually a humane cat/varmint trap we bought to try to catch her.)  Now we have a 50-dollar cat trap and nothing to try to catch.  It's been used and the box was thrown out, so we are thinking about donating it to the animal shelter to rent out to people.  (All the traps were rented out when we visited or we would have rented one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all's well that ends well.  She's home.  She's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're wondering:  "Who ate the cat food that we left in our half-open garage last night?"  The world may never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-5360338206122748296?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/sarahs-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-819810114418755785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T13:34:45.845-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sarah</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>annabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life in general</category><title>A Sad Kind of Day</title><description>Where to start?  I can't even begin -- and that's saying something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat, Sarah, is lost.  She slipped out of the house and we can't find her.  We're desperately sad and worried for her welfare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just closing in on us and I feel so unprepared.  Because we are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle participated in her first Christmas program earlier in the week and she was so cute.  I cried my eyes out when she walked in the church and all the way through her class' rendition of "Away in a Manger," complete with hand gestures.  It was the most adorable, precious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in a prayer for Sarah's safe return and that, wherever she is, she is OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-819810114418755785?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/sad-kind-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-8265795988747823840</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T13:28:22.550-06:00</atom:updated><title>Happy meal</title><description>Annabelle saw a McDonalds sign and said &amp;quot;that signs says Happy Meal!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-8265795988747823840?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/happy-meal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andre)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-5823724094005652952</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T16:58:40.220-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Today I was coming down the stairs and Annabelle said, &amp;quot;Look Poppy!  Mommy&amp;#39;s beautiful.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;It made me melt down into tears. We&amp;#39;re struggling in a lot of ways right now and that just made me feel so good. &lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s it.  Nothing else to say today except that it snowed and Annabelle and I played with snowballs!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-5823724094005652952?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/12/today-i-was-coming-down-stairs-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-7708239787397139870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T16:11:58.429-06:00</atom:updated><title>Annabelle says...</title><description>&amp;quot;Mimi likes to dance to Elvis!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-7708239787397139870?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/annabelle-says.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andre)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-2334947319420958915</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T02:32:50.686-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dancing with the Stars</category><title></title><description>As an aside, I am disgusted at the results of my dear, dear "Dancing With the Stars."  Two of the best performers weren't even in the finals.  And Donny is just a huge suck up who won because he is popular, not because he was the best (who knew?!  I guess that says something about the show's demographics!).  It almost makes me not want to watch next season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Geneen, and I approved this message.  (Andy said he does too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-2334947319420958915?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/as-aside-i-am-disgusted-at-results-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-8182784873008370009</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T22:26:48.086-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>annabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life in general</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny</category><title>Hair Bands</title><description>Annabelle told me today I needed a haircut.  To her, a "haircut" is putting your hair up.  I normally put her hair in ponytails or pigtails everyday and, you know how it goes, you throw your own hair into a chip clip or do the ponytail too.  So today, I actually had my hair down and Annabelle noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Your hair long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need hair cut. ... Hair band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then I laughed to myself about hair bands and moved on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I swear, some days, some months it feels like the entire world and everyone in it is against you.  I feel that way right now.  :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-8182784873008370009?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/hair-bands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-7925083559880353636</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T13:57:04.808-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t eat my ear!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-7925083559880353636?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/eat-my-ear-sent-from-my-verizon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-1066322106640847020</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T16:38:07.322-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happy music</category><title>Say:  "I Am Wonderful"</title><description>Sometimes you hear a song at just the right time.  Today was one of those times.  May I recommend &lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElO4x_BZ1As" TARGET="new"&gt;"Wonderful" by Gary Go&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that you were has died&lt;br /&gt;You've lost the sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You fell for life -- into its traps&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna bridge the gaps&lt;br /&gt;Now you want that person back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all your ammunition's gone&lt;br /&gt;Run out of fuel to carry on&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you want does not want you&lt;br /&gt;If what you want does not want you&lt;br /&gt;And you've got no pull to pull you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am."&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am."&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what you've lost cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;And the weight of the world weighs you down&lt;br /&gt;No longer with the will to fly&lt;br /&gt;You stop to let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop to let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta look yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am."&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am."&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I am wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are all miracles&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in chemicals&lt;br /&gt;We are incredible&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it for granted, no&lt;br /&gt;We are all miracles&lt;br /&gt;Oh we are.&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Video:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYvg6cTOi9E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYvg6cTOi9E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-1066322106640847020?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/i-love-this-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-7673088807760004479</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T17:00:36.805-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dancing with the Stars</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>annabelle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>happy music</category><title>More Miscellany</title><description>I haven't felt much like chatting lately.  Not that I am ever chatting, it's just me posting.  Or, sometimes, Andy.  I feel somewhat glum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Annabelle did tell me she liked a song today, so I thought I would share her music choice of the day with you:  "Forever Young" by Alphaville.  Random happenstance that we heard that song today and she told me, "I like this music."  So here ya go.  Old school alternative or something like that.  And weird video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pix online.  If you have a Flickr account be sure to sign in.  I am not sharing all of my pictures with the masses, so you will miss some if you don't.   Ask me if you have issues getting a flickr account.  You shouldn't.  It's free and easy.  But if you do, let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night I thought Mya on "Dancing With the Stars" was awesome.  Kelly Osbourne is my favorite, but she isn't the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tc__CI8E3HI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tc__CI8E3HI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-7673088807760004479?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/more-miscellany.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-1780558031899679015</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T04:38:38.780-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life in general</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thrashers</category><title>Potpourri For $100</title><description>We have to remember:  God has a plan for all of us, we just have to believe in it and trust it.  That He's in charge.  That what is meant to happen, will.  That what we hope for isn't always what's meant for us.  Or, as my yoga teacher long ago said:  Maybe it's not what you want, but what you need.  I think about that all the time.   Anyway ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst it all, we are blessed to have family and friends who love and support us.  We'd be nothing without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thrashers did win tonight -- in spectacular fashion.  Three players had two goals -- three players could have had hat tricks ... awwww!   It almost makes up for all the struggling we've had to do lately.  Almost. And I guess that's the value of sport and movies and, seemingly mindless entertainment isn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard traveling without Annabelle.  I don't know what I am going to do when I go to Moscow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spokoinoi nochi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-1780558031899679015?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/potpourri-for-100.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-2763763883984976268</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T23:27:58.179-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Anna&amp;#39;s class&lt;p&gt;+ Lori (mom) sidney (baby)&lt;br&gt;+ Katie (baby)&lt;br&gt;+ Neen (mom) Annabelle&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-2763763883984976268?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/anna-class-lori-mom-sidney-baby-katie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782119194018581777.post-4227832014567305981</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T04:43:18.409-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life in general</category><title>Another Successful Weekend</title><description>Two more highly sought-after job offers. &lt;p&gt;Apps for rs. are in -- signed, sealed and delivered.  &lt;p&gt;We saw a lawyer about something pressing -- biz related.  I think a person should get paid for the patients he sees, don't you?  &lt;p&gt;This post is deliberately vague. Feel free to ask me for more info if you want. &lt;p&gt;xoxo to family and friends who have been there for us. You know who you are (and aren't)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782119194018581777-4227832014567305981?l=theboydbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://theboydbunch.com/2009/11/another-successful-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Geneen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>